As the rabbit rises and falcons falls, Sister Hong is already dead.
This change undoubtedly shocked people.
You should know that Sister Hong is not an ordinary ghost controller. She was the second life of Zhang Youhong, one of the seven elders of the Republic of China. Her strength was far greater than that of ordinary captains, but even so, she had only one meeting in front of Luo Yi. The methods at the bottom of the box were not fully revealed and were killed in the blink of an eye.
"Don't be surprised, it's you next." Luo Yi flicked his finger and his invisible power was gathered. Sister Hong's puppet was suddenly destroyed into ashes, leaving only the evil ghost lying quietly on the ground.
Wang Han and Song Xinhai were swept by Luo Yi's eyes, and their hearts shrank suddenly as if they were clenched, and their mouths and noses were even more depressed, as if they were being pumped into air, which was so dull that it was suffocating.
"Is it a supernatural illusion?" Song Xinhai felt very uncomfortable, as if someone was holding a plastic bag and hooded his head. He breathed desperately, but he couldn't get even a little pitiful oxygen.
Moreover, the more you struggle, the more you are dying.
There is nothing to do, nothing to do.
Despair gradually enveloped his mind.
Wang Han covered his chest with one hand, clenched his fist with the other hand and pounded his chest twice, as if he wanted to make his pause's heart come alive again in this way.
This is a common way to relieve supernatural illusions, because supernatural illusions are essentially the invading supernatural squeezing the consciousness of living people and blurring the cognition of living people.
Let the living person think that he is drowning, lacks oxygen, and suffers, and thus dies from this cognition.
If you fall down with a living person, you often die from fear on the way down.
"Oh no, it's not a supernatural illusion." Wang Han felt the pain in his chest, and even clearly felt the cold bone-soaked that the evil ghost on his fist hit him.
But this is meaningless because the power he controls is too weak, like a scoundrel, which is completely unable to shake Luo Yi's big tree.
Zhang Xianguang's face turned cold. He stretched out his hand and a big knife appeared in his palm. The knife was covered in rust and covered in filth. It seemed to be buried in the soil for a long time before it was dug out. The scree had rotten and looked quite It is broken.
But what is strange is that the blade of the knife is constantly oozing out of blood, as if he had just killed someone, and he could never wipe it clean.
He shook his wrist, and a corner of the hilt was exposed, with a terrifying ghost head carved on it.
Blood flowed down from this hideous ghost's head.
Zhang Xianguang twisted his five fingers and danced a knife with an extremely high body and excellent arm span.
Snap!
A crisp sound was like a ghost-headed sword encountered an invisible thread in the air.
The sword flashed by, and the silk thread broke with the sound.
Wang Han and Song Xinhai surfaced like drowning people, their chests fluctuated violently, breathing like they were playing with their lives.
"You leave, he is not something you can fight against." Zhang Xianguang's sword fell to the ground, sparks splashing on the ground. His eyes were locked in Luo Yi, but his words were said to Wang Han and Song Xinhai.
The suffocation subsided a little, Wang Han and Song Xinhai looked at each other, and they both saw the anger and helplessness in each other's eyes. They were both ghost controlers of the previous generation, but ghost control was like this. Age can tell the problem, but they cannot Determine the problem.
The gap between them and Luo Yi was too big, so big that it could not resist just a single blow from the other party.
Staying here will not only not help Zhang Xianguang, but will instead involve his mind and make him lose.
"Let's go? You have tried your best to invite me. The guest didn't leave, and the host was about to leave. Isn't it appropriate?" Luo Yi's eyes passed by. At this moment, not only Wang Han and Song Xinhai, but even He Yuelian felt that it was not only Wang Han and Song Xinhai. It was cold when it reached the backbone.
"Their hearts are half-baked. If they take action, the evil ghosts will immediately recover and they will no longer threaten you." Zhang Xianguang said.
"Did you tell me not to kill all the ghosts?" Luo Yi turned his face sideways, "Zhang Xianguang, this is not your style. Where did you go to kill Luo Wensong and the ghost driver in Yuzhou City?"
Zhang Xianguang was silent.
He killed people because those people are different from themselves.
And Luo Yi is the same.
So he has no hypocritical excuses.
"Cut the grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze will grow again!" Luo Yi said, raising his hand to the void and gripped it from afar.
"Your opponent is me!" Zhang Xianguang walked away with a knife, and the ghost-headed sword dragged a bloody scratch on the ground.
"Go to do it!" He Yuelian was not vague. She and Zhang Xianguang also had a deal. In the interests, even if they saw the extremely terrifying Luo Yi, they had to take action.
Chen Qiaoyang lowered his cheeks slightly, making people unable to see his eyes clearly, and his lips were squirming under his gray temples.
"Living people only see ghosts, but not ghosts in life and death!"
Luo Yi watched the three top masters coming towards him, and the golden light surged in his eyes like thunder rolling, and he was happy instead of anger.
"Good come!"
The erosion of darkness, like the purest abyss, enveloped rapidly and rapidly.
Snow fell in the sky, and then it became heavier and denser.
A fine and sticky smell appeared in the air, sticking to the body, like a layer of flour.
But Luo Yi knew that this was paper ash, which was unique to ghost paintings.
There was silence all over the place, and I couldn't see my five fingers.
In the condensation of ink, terror is spreading and growing wildly, reaching its face.
Before the fatal attack could be reached, Luo Yi's hair was already standing upside down, but he did not move. A little golden color flowed in his heart, soothing the biting chill all over his body.
He couldn't see it everywhere. He knew that this was Zhang Xianguang's medium. Luo Yi simply closed his eyes and relied on his instinct to carry out this life-threatening battle.
When the eyelids closed, it seemed like the flow of yin and yang, and it was extremely dark. A ray of gold suddenly appeared in the originally dark field of vision. Although this golden light was very dim, it was even worth it compared to the darkness in the sky. carry.
But Luo Yi knew that this ray of light would be the seed of the prairie fire, the end of the green duckweed that was rippling with wind.
Heavy steps passed by, the steel knife struck the ground, and the sound of rust rubbing suddenly sounded, and it was endless as soon as it sounded, like a few, more than a dozen Zhang Xianguang stepped heavily on the floor, dragging the big knife The ground glides quickly.
The sound became more and more harsh,
The pace became more and more rapid.
No need to savor it carefully,
The cold and cold look like the murderous intent of winter pierced the eyebrows, oozing the muscles and bones.
Suddenly, everything is quiet!
Just like on the eve of the atomic bomb, all the sounds disappeared.
Only the strongest rust and bloody smell remained in the air.
It was at this moment that Luo Yi twisted his body and swung his arms, and his palm was like a knife, pushing horizontally towards his side like a wave slamming the sky.
The next moment.
A metal hit sound suddenly echoed.
Luo Yi did not hit Zhang Xianguang, but hit the weird ghost-headed sword.
The metal-like collision sound echoed, and the opponent's strength was very strong, no, it was particularly heavy. After Luo Yi's palm was fighting against it, he felt like he couldn't lift it up, as if he was pressed on his arm by a fierce ghost.
"No, no, it's blood. My hands were stained with blood from the other party's big knife."
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Luo Yi quickly realized that even though he was isolated from a lot of danger through the medium, he still inevitably made some supernatural contacts.
Obviously.
The opponent's supernatural weapon is not a simple supernatural weapon, but a variety of supernatural powers are stored.
Just like Luo Yi's ghost-killing sword, it combines a variety of supernatural abilities such as bone-clearing sword and coffin nail.
Seeing that Luo Yi's counterattack was a little slow, the opponent immediately took a big step forward, and the strange big knife covered in rust in his hand slashed down ruthlessly again.
The master's methods can show his style in a slight way.
However, Luo Yi has been controlling ghosts for many years, and the incense of gods is abundant. The formless ghost changes a lot, and his stealing ability is incalculable. Whether it is the ability simulation of evil ghosts or the peak limit of the human body, he has long been familiar with it and can be easily picked up.
His body leaned back, his head, shoulders and back spread in a straight line almost parallel.
The blade swept across, slashing against Luo Yi's nose.
The breath of iron and blood dispersed, filling the nasal spirit.
Clench your fists, get up, swing your arms, and pound.
A set of actions flowing.
There is no need to distinguish, there is a divine will lock on it.
There is no fault in the past, and of course the fist comes out like a dragon.
Before Zhang Xianguang could turn around and slash, a fist hit the other party's back.
This punch was so powerful that it was so powerful that it was entangled by the supernatural, and the suppression of evil ghosts came out, like a thunder suddenly bursting out under the lake surface. The force was stacked layer by layer, and all the flesh, blood, and even the fascial bones were crushed inch by inch, erasing. .
Zhang Xianguang was blown up by a punch.
In the distance, He Yuelian, who used the help of ghost paintings to forcibly suppress Luo Yishi's gods and ghosts, showed a shock in her eyes and subconsciously took a step back.
"Is this the first method to control ghosts?"
It is clearly controlled by ghost paintings, disturbed by the ghost ghosts, and attacked by Zhang Xianguang, but still can make such a terrifying attack with one punch.
The light of Zhang Xianguang, which burst like snowflakes, scattered, but before it could land, it gathered again into a dim shadow.
He was retreating, and then gradually integrated into the figures of countless media.
It seemed that the blow just now shocked Zhang Xianguang, or it was this time that provoked him to his inner pride.
At this moment, another figure came over.
The man was also carrying an old rusty sword.
He is still Zhang Xianguang.
No.
Not only that, the second, third, and third Zhang Xianguang walked out from every corner of the darkness.
They are all exactly the same, without any difference, even supernatural weapons are the same.
A total of ten Zhang Xianguang gathered and joined forces.
After these ten Zhang Xianguangs, the darkness was still wriggling and a figure twisted and struggled in the dark, and then stood up as if he had escaped some kind of constraints and became the new Zhang Xianguang.
"Unlimited restart!"
This scene seems familiar, but it makes people feel extremely terrifying.
"Sure enough, these guys in the Republic of China are not afraid of group battles, because they can form an army alone!"
"But you've looked down on me after all."
"I might be helpless a year ago."
“But now,”
"It's just a casual time!"
After Luo Yi said that, his body swayed gently like a shadow. Then, one by one, a young man in a black robe and pale face walked out from behind him. They spread out, guarding Luo Yi like a banned army. .
Then, they all opened their eyes! (This chapter ends)