At this time, Zhang Xianguang finally revealed his terrifying true face.
Not only does his plan make people terrify, but the power it displays is enough to put anyone in despair.
In the archives of the headquarters, no ghost driver has ever shown such a level of supernatural power. He walked past the captain's level, but completely exceeded this level, steadily occupying the seventh elder's level, and even in terms of the ability to play, he was almost as good as Zhang Dong.
All I can say is,
He is worthy of being a father and son, and he is as amazing as his talent and powerful as his strength.
But it is also a pity that it is the father and son, because he cannot surpass Zhang Dong in the end.
When the fathers are lush, no matter how hard their descendants work, they cannot break this achievement.
Because their shadows are both shelter and barriers.
For Luo Yi, the current situation is even more serious, because he has to face not only Zhang Xianguang who has infinite restarts, but also the almost solidified darkness around him, and the equally creepy hidden in that darkness. br>
Evil ghost.
"Come and fight!"
Zhang Xianguang roared, and his wrist flipped, and the ghost head on the hilt of the knife raised as if he had come alive.
The bloody mouth was wide open, and the blood seemed to surge like there was no end.
He was full of eyebrows and eyes, and his supernatural appearance was like a blade, unstoppable.
Swing your arms and swing your knife, and the knife is towards the vital point.
Flashing around, hiding murderous opportunities everywhere.
Zhang Xianguang and Luo Yi fought against each other.
There was also Zhang Xianguang who was in a fierce battle and turned around and left his opponent in front of him, aiming the blade at the battlefield behind him.
Some fight alone, some fight in groups, some go straight, some join forces.
No matter how the tactics change, there is only one goal from beginning to end, that is, kill the opponent.
Luo Yi stood in the crowd, and his black robe was flying behind him, like the most determined warrior, striding forward and fighting.
Even though he was divided into thousands of different ways, he used the gods to control countless evil ghosts to participate in the war, he did not have much weakening for him.
No one is the one-union enemy of him.
Wherever he passed, Zhang Xianguang's broken limbs were flying, but he had the momentum and fierceness of a peerless general like a peerless general.
Blood was flying everywhere, blood was blurred.
It is hard to tell whether it is the fishy smell of flesh and blood or the rotten corpse energy that blends together. In this world dominated by supernatural powers, a terrifying scene that is as fierce as a battlefield has been formed.
Just when Luo Yi pushed hundreds of meters away, only a few meters away from the real Zhang Xianguang.
Zhang Xianguang took a step forward and slashed dozens of evil ghost bodies controlled by Luo Yi with one sword.
The blood is like fog, and the broken limbs are like rain.
It's as horrible as prison!
After the sword light, five angry Zhang Xianguang suddenly appeared. Their movements were not consistent, but they raised the rusty old sword in their hands at the same time.
"These five people actually showed emotions!" Luo Yi's pupils contracted, and he felt a little wrong in his heart.
The sword fell down, as if he waved it casually in the air.
moment.
Some kind of terrifying supernatural power burst out and directly attacked Luo Yi.
A ferocious crack appeared on Luo Yi's neck, which was extremely deep, but fortunately he was extremely extraordinary, and his spine finally blocked the knife, so that he would not fall to the ground.
But this was just one of the cuts. He had wounds on his body, both arms and two long legs at the same time.
"Did this guy actually think about dismembering me in an instant?" Even though he was facing the severe pain of dismemberment, Luo Yi still had time to think.
In the suppression of ghost paintings, time-based restart is almost unusable. Theoretically, this hidden raging knife does have the possibility of Luo Yi dying.
But it is only possible.
After the sword light swept across, golden light appeared around the originally hideous wound, and it began to heal slowly but unstoppably.
Zhang Xianguang glanced at the end of the light, frowned.
Opportunities flashed, the darkness around them was rolling back, and the figures and big swords hid quickly disappeared together.
Luo Yi, whose wound had not yet fully healed, kept his hands. He stretched out his palm and appeared behind one of them as if teleported, and then pulled it.
Then, a man was pulled out of the darkness and fell to the ground.
But even so, the fallen Zhang Xianguang did not lose the ability to act immediately.
"It's not a good thing to be too confident," Zhang Xianguang held the ghost-headed sword tightly, "Don't forget, your arms have not grown well yet."
The next moment, the old rusty sword in the darkness swung past.
Take aside? Or take this opportunity to press him to death?
Luo Yi instinctively chose the latter without hesitation.
The fishy smell of rust penetrates the air and penetrates into the nasal cavity, irritating the internal organs for a sensation. What's more important is that the arm is spasmed, and it stretches and contracts like it is burned.
Then, it fell.
"Your fist is trying to get faster than my knife. Isn't it too naive?" Zhang Xianguang held the hilt and his arms trembled.
"Why not?"
Even though he was cut off one arm, Luo Yi had no anger or pain on his face. He didn't even look at the wound and let blood flow.
"That means you don't understand the master of martial arts." Zhang Xianguang said.
"No, it's because you don't know how to worship God."
The sound rang out, but it did not come from the man with broken arms in front of him, but the broken arms that fell to the ground and lay in a pool of blood.
The air condensed instantly, and then the blood on the ground began to flow strangely. It began to gather towards the center from all around, and then all condensed into the broken arm.
Scarlet flashed, and the broken arm gradually stretched.
A new Luo Yi appeared.
Zhang Xianguang subconsciously wanted to lift the knife, but one palm pressed on his wrist one step ahead of time. Just like Luo Yi used his body to test the sword before, Zhang Xianguang also felt that his arm was extremely heavy, as if an evil ghost was pressing on it.
Realizing that something was wrong, he changed his consciousness and the other few Zhang Xianguang immediately tore up the dark fog, either slashing horizontally, slashing directly, slashing obliquely, or sting straight.
In an instant, four different moves blocked Luo Yi's body, limiting him to a three-inch radius.
"Sure enough, these bodies are different. Is it your foundation?" Luo Yi sneered.
Before, he had been killing Zhang Xianguang along the way, but he had not seen Zhang Xianguang care so much. Now, just because one of them might be suppressed, he was angry and left the best choice of fighter. Take action immediately.
It can only be said that this person must not be a simple restart, but the root of everything.
Or, he is one fifth of Xianguang's puzzle.
He wanted to use the darkness under the lamp to attack Luo Yi in close combat, but he never thought that by chance, Luo Yi chose to determine life and death without regard to the danger of his dismemberment.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
After all, Luo Yi can still distinguish between hurting his ten fingers and breaking his one finger.
Several dark lights came in Luo Yi's eyes, and he couldn't avoid them, so he simply did not avoid them. He took the initiative to meet them, but this was not a tough fight. During this process, his body flowed like a fog, and it turned out to be hollow. stand up.
The ghost-headed sword cut silently, pulling the originally water vapor-like figure.
Luo Yi was still injured, but it was not fatal. This hollow method allowed him to escape the most dangerous knife.
On the other hand, Luo Yi, who turned into an arm, pressed his hand to completely suppress Zhang Xianguang.
"He Yulian, Chen Qiaoyang!" Zhang Xianguang roared.
Before he finished speaking, a path suddenly appeared, and at the end of the road, an evil ghost with a weird behavior and a weird and exaggerated face appeared.
It was wearing a long black and white windbreaker, which was bounded by the middle seam of the chest, with black on the left and white on the right. At the end of the hem of the clothes, there were naked feet with toes facing up, the soles and insteps of the feet were also covered with paint, and the legs were painted black. , one kick was pale.
Once the evil ghost appears, the originally dark world immediately squirms and becomes distinct from black and white.
Some unknown force invaded, and even Luo Yi's palm had black and white intertwined patterns. It seemed that the thing was rewriting everything and immersing everything.
Luo Yi's eyes turned cold, and the calm scene was breeze.
The black and white world has disappeared, and the evil ghosts have the illusion that they have been erased.
Zhang Xianguang lifted up his sword, and the fear in his eyes was beyond measure.
He Yuelian's eyes flashed, and the entire ghost painting world had a tendency to be dissipated.
She already wanted to escape.
Just as the scale of victory was about to tilt, a scarlet red cut through the sky and then crashed into the world of ghost paintings like a missile.
The red light faded, and a group of people showed their bodies.
"Am I late?" said Yang Jian, the leader.
"Can't you finally help it?" Luo Yi pulled it down with one hand, as if he was pulling the curtain in the dark studio, playing the ups and downs of music.
Yang Jian, Liu San, Wei Jing, He Yin'er, and even someone Luo Yi didn't expect,
Li Leping!
One by one, one by one, silent and solemn.
"Stop, we don't want to be enemies with you, but your plan is too dangerous. Once you fail, there will be no way out." Yang Jian looked cold, and he held a strange cracked spear in his drooping palm.
"So you have been colluding together for a long time. Why? Yang Jian, do you think you can defeat me by getting my coffin nail?" Luo Yi glanced over and saw the rusty coffin nail at the tip of the spear.
There are three coffin nails in the world, two nails to kill the terrifying evil ghosts on the ghost ship, and one is in the Luo Yi clone in Yuzhou City. However, due to the last time Yuzhou City was invaded, this coffin nail disappeared. .
I thought it was Lu Wenpei who took it, but now it seems that there is still a secret in the middle.
However, it doesn't matter anymore.
Luo Yi put down his thoughts and just looked at the few people calmly.
Yang Jian's forehead turned his ghostly eyes, "Just just in case, if you give up at this moment, I can return the coffin to you."
Luo Yi ignored him and looked at He Yiner.
"I saved you," he said.
"I know." He Yiner raised her black and white eyes, "But I am the successor of Taiping Ancient Town and the soul-summoner of this position. This is my responsibility, and it is more important than my life."
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"I understand." Luo Yi nodded, without blame or relief, so calm that He Yiner was frightened.
"What about you?" He looked at Liu San.
Liu San's face turned pale and his face was stacked like yellow paper, and he was as numb and terrified as if he had accumulated layers of layers. "Although I don't want to admit it, I seem to be unable to do without the supernatural power."
Without supernatural powers, who in the world knows who Liu San is?
"Luo Yi, there are all kinds of ways to solve the resurrection of supernatural powers. Yours is too extreme, and we will never allow you to do this." Yang Jian said seriously again.
"Extreme?" Luo Yi suddenly laughed, "No, this is not extreme, but the most thorough and safe."
"Only by restraining all the supernatural powers can we gather in Xianyang like the Qin Emperor, transform the world and create the world again!"
"But Emperor Qin failed in the end!" Zhang Xianguang roared angrily. He originally thought that his Peach Blossom Spring Plan was a thrilling plan that was generally unwilling to the seven elders of the Republic of China.
But now it seems that he is still too conservative.
Luo Yi nodded slightly to agree, "The Emperor Qin did fail." His tone was low, as if he had remembrance, but suddenly he changed his tone and became domineering,
"So, I'm going to try again."
"Try it once, try it once for everyone in the world?" Zhang Xianguang said angrily.
"No, it's just my own life!"
Use worshiping gods as a tool to accommodate the supernatural beings in the world. The real danger is not the world, but him,
To worship God,
Luo Yi! (This chapter ends)