The two Yin Cha's originally pale faces were a little blackened with anger, they were genuine Yin Gods, usually even if they were in the Daomen, they had to respectfully shout "Poor Master".
Not to mention ghosts and monsters, seeing them is like a mouse meeting a cat, but this kid in front of him dares to be so arrogant, he is simply challenging the authority of Yinsi "It's your own death" The tall and thin man shook off the soul hook on his hand and glared at Zhang Cheng coldly.
Zhang Cheng shrugged his shoulders and stood with his head held high, "I'm dead a long time ago, where can I still find it, I know I can't beat you, but if you want to take Sister Xiaoman, you will beat me until my soul is gone, and then as long as I can still move, you don't want to touch Sister Xiaoman."
Ye Xiaoman's beautiful eyes were full of emotion, and he slowly floated to Zhang Cheng's side, and said loudly: "If you die, I will never live alone."
Zhang Cheng shook his head, stretched out his hand to pull Ye Xiaoman behind him, and said in a low voice: "Don't make a move, stay away for a while." ” Once you start fighting with Yincha, it will really be against Yinsi, I don't know how much trouble will be caused later, and Ye Xiaoman must not be implicated.
And he is also sure in his heart, if these two yin differences wanted to do it, they would have done it a long time ago, how could they be verbose for so long, the other party must still have some scruples in his heart, and he should not kill himself.
However, as soon as he pulled it, Ye Xiaoman didn't move, just drummed up the ghost power of his whole body, and the white light on his body also brightened a little, and he looked at the two yin chasms with burning eyes, and showed his determination with his actions.
"Haha" Xuan Qingzi laughed arrogantly, "Two ghosts fall in love, it's really a big joke in the world, the two bad masters will satisfy them, let them fly together."
"It's really the other way around" Humpty Dumpty's body trembled with anger, "A mere resentful spirit should also challenge Tianwei" The tall and thin man snorted angrily, "Since you are looking for death, you can't complain about others, and the deity will come to meet you to see if your bones are as hard as your mouth." ” As soon as the words fell, the tall and thin man flew up from the ground, and the soul hook rope in his hand shook, and flew towards Zhang Cheng like a spiritual snake.
The short and fat man stood still, just watched coldly.
Seeing the soul hook rope flying with black qi, Zhang Cheng didn't dare to slack off, and took the initiative to take two steps forward to block Ye Xiaoman behind him.
With a flip of his right hand, he summoned the ghost-headed broadsword and slashed at the soul hook.
"Wow" With a crisp sound, the ghost knife was broken out of several cracks, but the soul hook rope was unscathed, and it quickly wrapped around the blade, just twisting the ghost knife into pieces.
When Xuan Qingzi saw it, his face was immediately full of excitement, and at the same time, he secretly laughed at Zhang Cheng in his heart.
This is really a big knife in front of Guan Gong, your ghost soldier is just a phantom condensed with ghost power, and the indifferent soul hooking rope is a real ghost weapon, which is definitely the difference between eggs and stones.
After grinding the ghost knife, the soul hook rope swung and wrapped around Zhang Cheng's right hand, Zhang Cheng instantly felt a huge ghost power, and drilled into his arm along the soul hook rope.
This ghost power is more solemn and mellow than the palace ghost head seen before, and it contains a coercive power.
The tall and thin man snorted coldly, shook his soul, and threw Zhang Cheng out.
"Damn" Zhang Cheng turned over in mid-air, stepped on the rock wall with both feet, landed firmly on the ground, and punched out.
The howling wind flew away, directly through Yincha's body, and hit the rocks.
"The fist style is good, but it's a pity that it's useless to the deity."
The tall and thin man smiled contemptuously, coiled the soul hook rope around his waist, held the mourning stick in his hand, and made a sharp sound in his belly.
"Crying and mourning, crying and mourning, crying and mourning, three watches asking for life, kicking legs and breaking intestines."
Zhang Cheng's eyelids were slightly closed, knowing that the other party was using ghost magic, and hurriedly cheered up.
With the movement of the ghost's thoughts, a hazy red light swayed on the mourning stick, making a sound like a ghost crying wolf, which pierced people's eardrums and buzzed.
Xuan Qingzi hurriedly covered his ears and took a few steps back, his face shocked.
It was also the first time he had summoned Yin Cha, and he had only heard that it was very powerful before, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that he was still thinking too simply.
It was just the crying sound on the ghost weapon that could make him feel palpitations as a real mage, and if he really did do it, he had no doubt that he would be beaten into a patty with a stick.
But the more Xuan Qingzi is like this, the happier he is, now he is angry, Zhang Cheng definitely doesn't even have a chance to escape, as long as he is killed, the rich merchants in Jiangcheng will listen to him obediently in the future, thinking about the wonderful life in the future, he is trembling with excitement.
The shadow of the shadow floated, flying at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and the mourning stick in his hand was raised, and he waved it down with an irresistible might.
Zhang Cheng didn't dare to be careless, he used his body technique, his footsteps moved on the ground for a while, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of black gas while dodging, and the black gas turned into all kinds of hideous grimaces, blocking the front of the mourning stick.
It was only for a moment that the mourning stick was pressed down, and four or five grimaces let out a scream and dissipated into the air.
"Bang" With a muffled sound, Zhang Cheng suddenly flew out like a kite with a broken string, and smashed on the rock wall, leaving a human-shaped depression, which shook the earth and rocks above his head and fell down.
"It's really awesome" Zhang Cheng patted the dust on his body and stood up again, showing excitement on his face.
"Come Again" The tall and thin man didn't pursue, he watched Zhang Cheng rush calmly, flipped his wrist, and the mourning stick turned into a stick shadow, and beat Zhang Cheng out.
"The deity will let you see the means of the lower yin today, and you will be convinced" The tall and thin man made a sharp voice in his abdomen, standing still and not moving, as long as Zhang Cheng dared to come over, he would fly with a stick.
It stands to reason that in this situation, he took the initiative to get beaten when his brain was in the water, but Zhang Cheng was beaten again and again, and then rushed up again and again.
In a moment's effort, Zhang Cheng was knocked away hundreds of times, but he was still excited as if he was nothing.
Here's what's going on Xuan Qingzi watched Zhang Cheng fly around like a golf ball, and couldn't help but be confused.
Just now I saw that the mourning stick was so powerful, and I thought it was amazing, but I had received hundreds of sticks, why didn't that kid have anything to do Not only that, but it also seems to be getting more and more energetic This is a beating and not a horse killing a chicken, how can this happen.
Xuan Qingzi felt that her brain was a little short-circuited.
Ye Xiaoman floated aside, and her mouth opened wide in shock, she fought with the ghost head before her death, and sealed the other party for decades after her death, she couldn't be clearer about what the strength of the ghost head was.
If Yin Cha really shot with all his might, Zhang Cheng was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to catch a move, but now that Zhang Cheng has suffered so much, how can he still look like it's okay And when he got to the back, Zhang Cheng didn't even bother to block it, let the stick shadow hit him, and then took the initiative to meet him again and again.
Is this the feeling of liking to fly?