Chapter 323 Yang Jian’s Battle
Half of the sky was shrouded in red light.
The old man in the western dress has a sinister look in his eyes, and his whole body exudes the aura of decay and death, like a corpse that has just been unearthed. The skirt on his body is also in tatters, as if he is wearing a burial object.
"I will let you know what real horror is."
This scary old woman stared at Yang Jian in front of her expressionlessly, and a black shadow quickly extended out under her feet, Breaking through the red light blockade, it covered Yang Jian's feet.
A shadowy path pulled Yang Jian into the ghost world, and the surrounding red light quickly disappeared, as if there was only one path in the world.
The old man in the western dress moved, assuming a lifeless, stiff posture like a puppet. His figure kept flickering on the path, and under the coercion of ghosts, a terrifying supernatural power came close to him.
"After I capture you, I still have time to support you, let me send you on your way." After Yang Jian said coldly, the dark and stiff ghost hand held the cracked spear, and the six scarlet ghost eyes started Overlay.
Suddenly.
A scarlet light descended, easily tearing apart the shadow path, and six layers of ghosts enveloped the old man in the western skirt at an incredible speed.
Without the suppression of ghost paintings, the ghost eyes, six layers of ghosts and ghosts that stopped everything appeared.
The expression of the old man in the western dress was numb and cold, and his consciousness was close to that of Li Gui, and he instantly judged the fact that Gui Xie had been defeated.
She didn't panic, she was as calm as ever.
As an alien, she has the ability to withstand one or two supernatural attacks. As long as she understands the opponent's abilities and grasps her weaknesses, victory will belong to her sooner or later.
The red light was rich, and the tattered black skirt was reflected in scarlet. This black skirt is a supernatural item. Most of the red light is blocked by the black skirt. Only the tattered gap cannot resist the invasion of red light.
As a result, she found that she could not move.
One second.
The cracked spear appeared in front of her out of thin air.
The sallow pupils of the old man in the western dress shrank suddenly, and the rusty tip of the gun was aimed at her forehead. She suddenly realized a terrifying possibility.
The nail in the coffin!
There is a king in the king's organization who has a coffin nail, which has the final effect, just like she has seen.
Two seconds.
“Move, move.”
The old man in the western dress began to tremble slightly, trying to break this terrible blockade, but in just two seconds, his body was suspended The situation cannot be relieved at all.
Three seconds.
The cracked spear flashed in the red light, and under the horrified gaze of the old man in the Western dress, it penetrated directly through her head.
The red light dissipates.
The old man in the western dress trembled, his stiff posture like a puppet relaxed, and he lost all movement.
Yang Jian walked over and took back the cracked spear, picked up the terrifying old woman, and said silently: "It seems that not all kings have the strength of the terrifying manor owner, this king is still strong. Only at the level of an ordinary captain can he be easily solved by me.”
This one-on-one battle ended too quickly.
In less than two minutes, the old man in a Western-style skirt lost the competition and had no chance to touch the corner of Yang Jian's clothes. He was penetrated by a spear and fell into a deep sleep.
Just suddenly.
Yang Jian suddenly turned his head, and there were four figures standing behind him.
A pair of strange twin girls, a strange man covered in black ink, and a tall, fat man holding a curled kitchen knife stained with blood.
The four people stood together, giving off a terrifying sense of supernatural oppression.
"Four kings? They launched a siege against me!"
Yang Jian couldn't help but become solemn, his whole body glowed with red light, and the red light ghost covered the area again.
But when he saw a strange man covered in black ink.
Even if I just glanced at him, I couldn't help but picture him in my mind. A strange ink-like darkness appeared in the consciousness, and it was gradually becoming clearer. At this moment, the consciousness seemed to be pulled by something, falling towards the depths of darkness.
“Woof.”
The roar of the vicious dog sounded, and the echoing figure directly tore apart the shallow darkness in his consciousness, pulling Yang Jian's consciousness back again.
Yang Jian suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes turned cold instantly, and he directly ordered: "Bite them to death."
"Wow."
The hazy figure at Yang Jian's feet There were ripples on the cold lake, and a huge wolf dog jumped out of it. After roaring in response, it immediately rushed towards the kings.
The Ghostly Dream Dog ran wildly on the water, carrying the cold water along with it.
"A dog?"
The butcher didn't let down his guard because it was a dog. Not only did he raise the curling blade kitchen knife in his hand, but the gray skin on his body also squirmed.
The skin was stretched open, and the outlines of weird human faces were highlighted. Then the skin broke open, and hideous and terrifying heads emerged from it.
The strange man covered in black ink said in time: "Don't do anything, leave this dog to me, and you are responsible for killing the ghost controller."
After saying that, this man The strange man took the initiative to step forward and opened his slender arms to block the Ghostly Dream Dog. The black ink smeared on his body seemed to be squirming, making him look even darker.
The vicious dog also disappeared instantly and invaded the strange man's consciousness.
However, the strange man soon realized that something was wrong, and his expression became a little dazed, and he began to let out a ferocious roar from time to time. Sometimes his hands and feet twitched like a madman, as if he was fighting something invisible. .
Vicious dogs can restart, and this weird man's condition doesn't look good.
If Yang Jian doesn't stop, the attack will continue until the king is bitten to death by the vicious dog.
“The opponent controls a lot of supernatural beings, and each one is terrifying enough. If you are not careful, the boat may capsize.”
The butcher's face looked grim. This situation meant that an important combat force was being held back by the opponent.
But he did not flinch, because the old man in the Western dress was pinned by the opponent's supernatural weapon, and the dog beside him was dragged by the strange man, which was equivalent to being destroyed. Two powerful supernatural beings, the only thing that needs attention is The opponent's powerful ghost.
And there are two kings with full fighting power on their side...
Just when the butcher was judging the situation, the surrounding scene suddenly became strange, and half of the people were eroded by red light. The manor gradually transformed into another scene at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a desolate sand dune.
It’s just that the sand dunes look a little unreal, as if they were painted. There seemed to be a figure running over from the distance of the sand dune. From far to near in just a moment, the other party had obviously used a ghost.
It was an old man holding up his skinny hands like mummies, as if he was holding something.
The painter hiding in the dark takes action.
Among the three of Liang Xingyang, Liang Wensong and Yang Jian, he targeted Yang Jian.
Yang Jian rashly came out of the ghost painting world, giving them the opportunity to defeat them one by one. The world of oil paintings is changing reality. As long as they gather together with this coffin-carrying ascetic, they will surely kill each other in one fell swoop.
The oil painting is disturbing the ghosts.
The red light of the ghost eye began to flicker erratically, and the supernatural power was weakened and suppressed.
Although the suppression is not as serious as facing the ghost painting, the ghost eyes are indeed restrained by the oil painting.
The butcher excitedly raised his bloody kitchen knife.
Now that the opponent's powerful ghosts are also restricted, there are basically not many methods left. He quickly said to the twin girls beside him: "Go and entangle him, don't let him run away."
As soon as he finished speaking, the twin girls disappeared hand in hand and appeared strangely around Yang Jian, grabbing at Yang Jian with their pale left and right hands.
Seeing this, Yang Jian could only be forced to let go of the cracked spear. His dark and stiff ghost hand was quickly covered with a layer of shadow, and he touched the opponent.
Before it is uncertain whether the ghost lake that has suppressed many ghosts can suppress the old man in a western skirt, once a king is rashly released, it may cause the situation to collapse.
Yang Jian could only give up the cracked spear temporarily.
After a brief touch.
Weak.
Yang Jian immediately felt that the spirits controlled by the two girls were not powerful, or they were extremely bad at attacking.
After the twin girls collided with the ghost hand, their bodies began to retreat, and a strange sound of building blocks was made from the joints of the palms. The two hands fell to the ground strangely as if they had been dismembered.
The attack by the ghost hands has not stopped yet. Two cold and black palms appeared on their necks. These palms were like a vicious curse, entangled in their bodies and unable to be removed.
The next moment.
The girl on the left was unable to move due to the ghost's hand suppressing a ghost. As the ghost's hand twisted, her neck made the sound of bones breaking, and her head hung down helplessly.
The girl on the right didn't react at all to the ghost hand's derivative palm, and endured it forcefully.
Yang Jian held the cracked spear again and picked up the old man in the western skirt. After a flash of red light, he disappeared immediately.
However, soon, he appeared again on this desolate sand dune.
The oil painting restrained the ghost eyes and blocked his ghosts, unable to break through.
Yang Jian stepped on the cold stagnant water and looked around warily at the eager kings.
The butcher's eyes showed a fierce look, and his fat body became thinner. However, at this time, he was surrounded by terrifying figures.
In just a few seconds, the twin girls miraculously recovered from their injuries, staring at him strangely with their big grape-like eyes.
Confrontation.
The two kings did not rush forward, but seemed to be waiting for something.
The surrounding desolate sand dunes are still unreal, but the old man holding up the skinny palm will sooner or later break some boundaries of the oil painting and come to support.
The situation will then be even more unfavorable.
However, a valuable opportunity will also appear at that time.
There will be a crack in the oil painting world, and Yang Jian can leave here in an instant through ghosts.
“The world of oil painting is about to be broken, but the other party chooses to wait. This behavior is obviously abnormal. And as a top ghost controller, it is impossible not to know this and not be on guard against my ghost. So only It can be said that this oil painting is a trap carefully prepared for me, and it is a terrible trap that can establish victory in one fell swoop."
Yang Jian was on guard against the two kings, thinking seriously and calmly in his heart.
After making his judgment, he sank into the water at his feet without hesitation, and decisively relied on the ghost lake to escape from the battlefield.
At this moment, the unreal appearance of the old man holding up his skinny palms became clear and he walked out.
However, it was too late, Yang Jian had already left here.
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