After Xu Bai and others left with Jianzuishan, Guan Heng quickly took a few steps forward and came to an open area not far ahead. He had a premonition that the guys who were about to appear were actually spreading from here. Swish, swish, swish.

There was a sudden sound of wind, and three people came rushing in hand in hand.

Well, with his sharp eyes, Guan Heng suddenly discovered that one of the guys had someone under his ribs, and it was Zhu Ping, Zhu's fake son.

The appearance of these three people is quite strange. There is a bald old man with no hair on his head. Next to him is a rough-looking guy with a face full of pustules. A scar is like a twisted earthworm, extending downward from the eyebrow to the corner of the mouth, making it look particularly strange.

ferocious.

The last person turned out to be a woman wearing a colorful green shirt and a colorful handkerchief on her head. Although she was dressed fancy, she was already over sixty years old. Her face was covered with wrinkles. Not only did she look old, but she also only had one hand. That Zhu Ping

With a look of shock on his face, he was held under her ribs with one arm.

They are all strong men above the semi-dark realm. Guan Heng thought to himself at this moment: These guys suddenly appeared out of nowhere. What is their purpose?

But when he saw a stranger appearing in front of him, Zhu Ping, who was being held by the one-armed old woman, seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw. He immediately screamed: Help!

When the one-armed old woman saw this scene, she immediately snorted: Boy, shut up.

Before the old woman could finish her words, she made a sudden movement with her one arm, which made Zhu Ping's whole body creak and crackle. Zhu Ping was in the realm of Qing Qi and could withstand the opponent's destruction. He immediately let out a muffled groan and almost fainted from the pain.

past.

Boy, tell me who you are, tell the truth, otherwise I will be rude to you.

The bald old man saw that Guan Heng was only half-red in strength, so he didn't take him seriously at all. However, he was quite afraid of the snake-like bird on Guan Heng's shoulder. The other party seemed to know about the red-qi demon bird that could fly.

Not easy to mess with.

Humph, old man, you speak in such a loud tone. Guan Heng sneered at this moment, and suddenly there was a ghost whistling behind him, and six ghosts appeared around him in an instant. The three people on the other side gasped when they saw this: six.

Red gas ghost

Six? That's not necessarily true.

As soon as Pa Guanheng said these words, he stretched out his hand and gently patted the copper urn at his waist, and a white light suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The white ghost shadow of Zhi Zhi Zhi Zhi suddenly erupted into a hoarse scream, revealing all the dark red ghost energy: Hu Hu Hu Hu

At this time, the Yingbaigui's strength has increased again. It is already infinitely close to the peak of the crimson realm. It may break through the shackles at any time and soar to the semi-black realm, becoming the strongest fighting force around Guan Heng.

Seventy-seven ghosts, all of them were from the Red Qi Realm. The three guys who had never paid attention to Guan Heng were all a little panicked at this time, especially the bald old man who had just spoken harshly to Guan Heng and wanted to interrogate him.

Beads of sweat suddenly broke out on his shiny forehead.

Hey, for the half-dark strong man, the seven ghosts coming out together are more intimidating after all.

When this thought came to Guan Heng's mind, he saw that the bald old man was afraid and knew people's hearts very well. He immediately sneered slightly, showing his white teeth: Old guy, tell the truth who you are.

, otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude to you.

These words were spoken by the old man to Guan Heng just a few breaths ago. They were real retribution. They came quickly. At this moment, Guan Heng returned the words intact to the other party, as if he had slapped him in person.

Like a loud slap in the face.

It’s unreasonable. This brat is deliberately targeting me. Just when the hateful bald old man thought of this, the scarred man next to him couldn’t hold back the anger in his heart. He suddenly yelled: Brat, others are afraid of these red ghosts, but I, Wu Huan, am not afraid of them.

Fear, uh ah ah ah

It was too late, but it was too late. Wu Huan, a big man with a scarred face, suddenly showed a deep red energy all over his body. He suddenly bent his knees and kicked the ground, and instantly rushed towards Guan Heng.

If I kill you, kid, those controlled ghosts will definitely be defeated without a fight. Wu Huan made up his mind, and suddenly showed his heavy weapon with a short handle on his back, using the strong wind to shine it on Guan Heng's head and hit him: Kill

Humph, you move first, you die first. Guan Hengsen snorted coldly, and at the same time, four ghosts rushed out suddenly. Bang bang bang bang, several ghost shadows hit the heavy weapon in Wu Huan's palm one after another, and unexpectedly killed him.

He took four steps back.

Even though they only have the crimson peak ghost energy, which is far inferior to Wu Huan, a half-black strongman, it is not difficult for them to repel the opponent with the powerful impact they generate quickly.

Oh, what a powerful red spirit ghost. Wu Huan's attack was blocked. He was so depressed that he almost spewed blood from his heart. But just when he wanted to regain his strength and attack again, Guan Heng had already pounced on him: I told you, you move first.

, you die first

The cold light of Cha Hongyun Sword flashed away, and where the sharp edge swept past, Zhong Ge's handle snapped and broke, and the remaining force suddenly opened the opponent's neck and throat, and a huge spray of red mist suddenly shot out from Wu Huan's side.

, this guy’s eyes widened, and he immediately fell to the ground.

One move, hey, the half-black strong man couldn't even catch one of my moves. Guan Heng suddenly raised his wrist and shook it. The blood on the sword edge was like heavy rain falling to the ground. He faced the remaining two people.

He sneered and said: Do you want to end up like him?

Well, the bald old man and the one-armed old woman suddenly lost their expressions. At this moment, the snake-like bird in the sky was screaming strangely, and it was also mixed with the sound of the seven ghosts. How could they not be frightened?

Plop. In the panic, the one-armed old woman loosened her grip and threw Zhu Ping to the ground. Guan Heng snorted coldly and ignored her. Instead, he stared at the bald old man and asked: What did I just ask?

Didn't you hear me? Who are you and what are you doing here?

The bald old man did not dare to offend the large group of ghosts behind Guan Heng at this moment. He hurriedly clasped his fists and said: Well, little friend, please calm down the anger of the thunder. The old man's words just now were very offensive. Please forgive me and forgive me.

Humph, you changed your tone quite quickly. Now you are no longer a boy, but then you are a little friend.

Guan Heng's face was full of disdain and contempt. When he finished saying this, the muscles on the bald old man's face twitched and popped, but he pretended not to hear. He said with a smile: "My name is the old man."

Meng Ju, this person next to me is my wife Hai Haiqiong. Come on, I have met my little friend.

The one-armed old woman Hai Qiong was also suppressing the anger in her heart at this time. She took a step forward, cupped her fists and cupped her hands, and said with a forced smile: "I have met my friend."
Chapter completed!