"Hu, Hu"

The low breathing sound, accompanied by the storm of wind and electric surges in my ears, echoed in the front yard of Guizang Villa, with the sound full of pain.

From the release of power, it seems like the body is about to tear apart. Blood stains flow from the cracked skin and sprinkle on the stone steps, forming a pool of blood that extends outward like a spider web.

There is fog rising.

At first.

It just surged out of the cracked skin of Lu Lianshan who had "transformed", like a volcano erupting in his body, but soon, the strange wind seemed to be summoned and blew from all directions.

When the air suddenly emerges, it becomes wet quickly.

Soon, more fog appeared, just like the forest in the early autumn morning, and the rising fog flowed on the ground between the front hall and the gate.

On the broken screen wall, the broken brick mouths made a whimpering sound, as if an invisible ghost was crying.

The shadows are everywhere, and the vision is blocked.

Chen Qiu stood in the fog, and he was surprised and looked at the changes in Lu Lianshan in front of him, but did not go forward to stop him.

People are transforming...

We must not go forward and attack without being virtuous.

"Clang"

Another muffled thunder sounded in the sky, and no lightning flashed across it, but there was a dispersed arc of electric power that penetrated the mist and hit the ground around Shen Qiu, causing the gravel to fly across the surroundings.

In front of him, five lengths outside, in the floating fog, a figure about meter high was stretching out from Lu Lianshan's body.

Although I can't see my face clearly, my distorted body, my stretched and strong body, and the electric arcs that jump in the fog shouldn't be a normal person no matter how I look at it.

"Fast forward to 'True. Slay demons and eliminate demons'."

Chen Qiu whispered, and when the supernatural in front of him moved his neck, he also began to do a "warm-up".

Chen Qiu is not an unsavory person. During the Taihang battle, he saw the immortal king show his power with his own eyes. Last night, he also saw the Japanese ghost martial artist transform into a half-ghost on Meishan Island.

He knew very well that the disguise of the Jianghu era was being quickly faded away, and the supernatural hidden under his appearance was occupying the stage that should have belonged to warriors.

At this moment when demons are getting more and more dancing, we must not treat the thieves in Penglai with common sense!

But this one in front of you is a bit too exaggerated, right?

"Mr. Chen was still a little confused before."

He moved his fingers, his arms, and then reached out and pressed his neck twice.

There will be a hard battle tonight, but he does not resist and even looks forward to it.

After all, it has been a long time since I have not fought with the powerful in the present world with real swords and guns. Tonight, I will awaken my rusty body and fighting spirit.

As the fog became increasingly dense, he said to the supernatural sound of breathing in front of him:

"Penglai has created the spiritual realm of the earth in Japan, turning the system they imagined into reality. Why is the semi-ghost warrior created by the spiritual kingdom of the earth so weak?

Now it seems that their positioning is really a cannon fodder consumed at will. It is a bit emphatic to say that it is a semi-finished product."

The five-color true energy flows through the fingers and the arms flow.

When the true energy flows, the fog around the body will sway, just like a gray dragon, wrapping around the warrior. The wind brought by the true energy will also sweep away the fog within one foot of Chen Qiu's body.

It is like the water flowing back and rippling, causing the smoke to float.

Chen Qiu's voice also had a bit of sonorous look.

"you!"

"You are the real master created in that spiritual realm! You are... a real ghost warrior!"

In the fog in front of you.

The tall and hideous figure did not answer. It stood there like a cold and ruthless war statue, which disappointed Chen Qiu a little.

He said:

"Can't speak anymore? Is the soul completely snatched by a powerful ghost?"

"Swish"

The silent supernatural power replaces words with actions.

As it spreads its hands, the smoke in the field was torn apart like the curtain of the stage, floating to both sides, and was quickly grabbed by it like a flying ribbon under the guidance of spiritual power.

The thin fog gathers behind you, making a strange decoration between the virtual and the real.

The strong wind makes bones, the arcs are spikes, and as the arcs leaps, several magma drums hang around the body, which is no longer like human means.

This move is called Phantom Spirit.

It is a high-level application of one's own spiritual energy, that is, in the eyes of mortals, immortals can create things out of thin air, change thousands of techniques, combine illusory spiritual energy with real objects, and shape all kinds of magical wonders.

"I'm not as weak as you think."

The sound of muffled thunder echoed in the reopening field.

It was Lu Lianshan's voice, as if he had been changed several times by the vocalizer, and he could still vaguely recognize the tone.

It raised its head, and it could not tell on its cheek that it was Lu Lianshan.

A pair of copper bells with eyes, fangs on the mouth, and a strange green color in the cracked skin. A long black hair turned pale, like a mane, with long hair dancing in the wind.

He lifted up with his body several feet above the ground.

There were blue-blue ghost patterns on both arms, and when the ghost claws with their fingernails closed, there was a sound of wind and thunder. The two objects broke through the air from the wing rooms on both sides and were held in their hands.

A black thunder hammer and a blue ball fan.

"For seventeen years, it has been a servant and I am the Lord, and this has never changed."

The thunderous waves brought Lu Lianshan's answer.

The pair of bronze bell ghost eyes stared at Chen Qiu in front of him and said:

"The secret art of ghost martial arts is the master of Penglai's ghost heritage. Although it has been spread all over Japan, the true masterpiece is in Middle-earth. What you say is not bad, Chen Qiu.

Compared with those semi-finished products that are addicted to fighting and destruction, the one who controls the power of ghosts and gods and transforms one's own power is the real ghost warrior.

I am the first ghost martial artist in Middle Earth, and I am also the most powerful one!"

"Crash"

The thunder hammer collided with the round fan, causing dazzling thunder and fire, and the arcs wrapped around Lu Lianshan. The jumping, white light seemed to cover him with a layer of arc armor.

This half-ghost warrior also has some evil majesty.

Chen Qiu nodded.

He spread his left hand beside him, and a knife broke through the pool of blood behind him, falling into the palm of his hand, and then played a sword flower while his wrist movements, and the cold autumn wind emerged.

With a quick knife in hand, I want to kill the demon.

"What the hell are you?"

Chen Qiu asked.

"Defend the wind and thunder, give birth to both sides, punish sins, and fear people's hearts."

Lu Lianshan hung several feet above the ground, holding a thunder hammer fan in his hand. When his body, which was about a meter tall, was completely stretched, he felt like an illusion.

It is almost exactly the same as its original body, but it presents a blue ghost, appearing behind it.

The two bodies were solid and weak, with their backs against each other, and as the wind swayed, Lu Lianshan's low and hoarse voice came.

"This ghost is called the Wind and Thunder God."

"Crash"

The muffled thunder that shook the sky and the sky, and in the next moment, the crack of the sky suddenly broke out. As Shen Qiu's gaze, hundreds of white arcs, like thunder swords from the sky, fell from the sky at this moment, and burst into the entire Guizang Villa, everywhere.

The night was illuminated by the power of this ghost martial god.

It is really like a ghost or god, full of evil spirits, but it has a different majesty.

"Good guy."

Chen Qiu complained, but grinned and showed a warlike smile.

Amid the sound of wind and thunder, the arc of electric electric storms stormed like a storm, and the bricks and stones under Chen Qiu's feet were shattered, pushing him to shrink into an inch, crossing five feet of land, and his body was wrapped in a cold autumn wind.

The fitting pounced on him, under the Qiufeng sword, the cold blade flashed, and the black thunder hammer was pressed against him, and the thunder fire exploded, illuminating Chen Qiu's calm eyes.

Wrist skewed minutes.

Press the force under your feet again.

As his body was tense, the shadows illuminated the sword, and several phantoms were scattered outside his body, each using his martial arts to hit the ghost in front of him.

"Boom"

The dazzling lightning lit up between the two, and the spider-web-like arc was like a short spear, breaking the sword shadows the moment they penetrated the air.

Chen Qiu took a step back, avoided the sound piercing of the pointed cone on the thunder hammer, and then waved forward at an impossible distance after swaying for a moment.
To be continued...