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After hearing the words of a few ghosts, Yiwozao's complexion became extremely terrifying.
His body disappeared in an instant, and before the crowd of ghosts hadn't reacted, he appeared in front of them, stretched out his hand to grab one of them by the neck, and directly raised it to question.
"What do you mean by traitor! Why am I considered a traitor?"
The power that belongs to the winding ghost broke out.
The upper-string ghost has a natural blood pressure to face the lower-level ghosts.
Even if the body is possessed by Hora, there is still no miserable blood after all, and just this one makes the other ghosts breathless, and even can only shiver.
But what's interesting is that the ghost ghost mentioned by Yiwozuo happens to be an extraordinary existence.
One of the last strings, Nightmare.
An extremely bad character, but extremely loyal to Wu Mier.
Even when the other bottom-string ghosts were made unable to move by Yiwoza's momentum, and even when they didn't even have the consciousness of resisting, Nightmare showed a soft smile.
"Hahaha, that's right, Master Wu Mier has ordered that someone got rid of his control and put this traitor to death. It looks like it's you."
"It turned out to be just this kind of reason..."
Yi Wo Zuo is a little unbelievable.
At this moment, Nightmare put her right hand on Yiwoza's hand.
"Yes, that's right, those who have betrayed Lord Wutrau should decide on their own, and can die without pain. This is the gift of Lord Wutrau to you..."
Puff--!
Before he finished speaking, Yiwozao blasted Nightmare's head with a punch.
His eyes looked extremely cold.
"Cut, although I don't know what happened, do you think that the ghost can have an impact on me?"
That's right, just now, Nightmare had already activated his blood ghost technique.
His blood ghost art is very peculiar, the main purpose is to hypnotize, kill the enemy in the dream, its effect is mandatory.
But it is a pity that the blood ghost art of the lower string ghost can have an effect on the upper string ghost.
However, although Nightmare's move did not hurt Yiwozao, it succeeded in arousing his anger.
"Assholes, you guys are only at this level. The weak should die. My battle has just begun!"
With the sound of the cold voice, the fate of several ghosts was also doomed.
Destroy Kill·Ghost Core Eightfold Core!
The swift eight combos covered the surrounding area of Yiwoza at the same time, and completely attacked the four ghosts.
Suddenly, the body of the Xixiangui was torn apart like a clay sculpture.
The blood flew across with the pink minced meat, staining the earth under the night sky with blood.
Generally speaking, ghosts have a strong self-healing power, and they can't kill them unless they use the sun or the heliodon.
But blood ghosts, which are also ghosts, can kill ghosts.
Yiwozuo's blood ghost art is his martial art that he has tempered. Facing such an attack, the lower string ghost can't even react.
"Is it just that you consider me a betrayal, Lord Wu miser, no...Kiwu Tsuji Tsuji!"
Obviously, Yiwozuo was in a bad mood, even after killing all the ghosts.
But he did not pay attention to these things, because he had more important things to do.
"Long waiting, the guy who got in the way has been resolved, and only us are left."
Yiwoza slowly walked towards Xingsari Lang.To read the novel website www.1ddu.com
The anger in his eyes has been replaced by war.
"Report your name. With this degree of vindictiveness, you will never be an unknown person."
"I'm Yanzhu, Apricot Kari from Purgatory!"
Even if Yiwozuo's act of killing the Xianxiangui was seen throughout the entire process, Ankara did not hesitate to report his name.
"Oh, interesting, the pillar I killed before doesn't have a flame pillar."
Yiwozao stared at Ankara. As a warrior, he had already noticed Ankara's anger.
"At first glance, you know that you are very strong, your fighting spirit has been tempered for a long time, and it is close to the highest realm, and it is a bit similar to that guy's fighting spirit, no, it should be said that he has some characteristics in common with you."
"That guy? Have you met other ghost hunters?"
"Well, it's a guy in a white coat. His martial arts are very strong, but at the end he flinched. He didn't put his hope on himself, but resorted to boring foreign objects. It was too ugly. He couldn't. You can be called the strong."
"So that's it, is it Thunder?"
Ankara could not help but squeeze the Sunwheel.
Anger appeared in his heart.
Ralph can be regarded as half of his disciple. Although he does not have the status of a master and apprentice, the reality of the master and apprentice has long been determined.
Suddenly hearing the bad news, Ankara's mood can be imagined.
But he did not move rashly, even his breathing was not disturbed.
As Zhu, he didn't know how many companions he had seen in the deaths. He knew that indifferent rage would have no effect. Those who survived can only inherit the wishes of their predecessors and move on.
"Speaking of which, I have a good proposal. How about you becoming a ghost."
Yiwozuo suddenly changed his style and brought up such a topic.
"Humans will get sick and die, so become ghosts, Ankara, so that you can continuously temper yourself to become stronger no matter if it is a hundred or two hundred years!"
"You must have told him these words?"
Ankara's tone remained unchanged.
He slowly pulled out the Sun Wheel Knife, and answered every word.
"His answer is my answer!"
"Sure enough, not only the grudge, but the answer is the same? In that case...Come on!"
It was like a flare gun fired by a referee on a sports field. At almost the same moment, the ghost and the man moved at the same time.
The body that has been tempered for a hundred years and the fiery fire of karma collided together in the dark night.
It was like the battle of the previous few days, but this time it was a battle between warriors.
The battle begins...
At the same time, on a cliff not far from here, Ralph dressed in white looked high.
The wind of night moved the ends of his hair.
After a long time, he spoke.
"Zaruba, are you sure?"
[Well, that guy’s smell is very unique, but now he seems to be fighting people again.
"Really...Let's go!"
The knight turned away from the cliff, and the wind blew the corners of his clothes.
Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the red scabbard flashed by.
The young knight embarked on the first step of the journey.
From this moment on, the name Yalang once again showed its edge.