Chapter 370

Fuzzy shadow, slowly drifting from the gravel and dust fog, a mass of black fog, drifting behind it.

He looked up at Xiao Yang indifferently. His yellow eyes were very turbid. Behind him, he was wearing a linen robe like a cape. The end of the robe was broken into strands. It looked like rags picked up from the wild.

The most attractive thing is the two claws that hang down beside them. At a glance, they are as dry as Eagle's claws. They seem to have no water. Their sharp nails are filled with black air.

Tomb guard ghost, five level higher Lord level spirit beast, dark attribute.

"Five level Spirit Lord." Pang Yi's eyelids jump when he looks at the ghost guarding the tomb three feet above the ground. According to the information they have, song Yin should be only the fourth-order spirit Master, but now his strength has exceeded their expectations.

"If I had known this, I would have let you Li and Xiao Yang come in." Pang Yi's face was slightly ugly. Although his ghost was only one step away from the fifth level, he was still much worse than the ghost guarding the tomb.

Moreover, the forest of mass graves is the most natural battlefield for grave watchers.

"Ha ha, two little guys, which one of you wants to carve your name on this tombstone first?" Song Yin light smile, as if the situation in the field, has been firmly in his hands.

After hearing this, Pang Yi's face twitched slightly. In his heart, he was ready to retreat. He came to Youguang Empire just to experience it. Unexpectedly, he had to go through such a huge fight.

However, now retreat, will undoubtedly give you glass left a bad impression, in any case, he did not allow this to happen.

After a little meditation, pangyi's eyes suddenly had a touch of light.

"Xiao Yang, are you afraid

Turning his head, Pang Yi looked at Xiao Yang's side face and said calmly, "if you're afraid, leave the battlefield quickly, so that you won't fight and get in the way here."

With these words, Pang Yi was pleased. He believed that as long as he said this, Xiao Yang would not shrink back and even take the initiative to fight.

In this vigorous age, what they like to do most is to fight for victory. A little stimulation from the outside world will make their hearts warm up.

In Pang Yi's sarcastic eyes, Xiao Yang took a deep breath, immediately raised his feet, stepped back, and said solemnly: "be careful. If the situation is not right, I will help you."

Looking at Xiao Yang, the irony in pangyi's eyes suddenly solidified, and a look of disbelief rose to his face.

Xiao Yang, actually retired?

At this moment, the idea in his heart was completely disturbed. His mouth opened, but he could not make a sound.

"Ha ha, it seems that I have to work again."

Picking up the chisel in his hand, song Yin said coldly: "Tomb guard ghost, screw the boy's head off for me."

"Shua!"

The tomb guard ghost's body was like a black shadow, which flashed to pangyi's body. The withered claws, like eagle's claws, tore down with the fierce wind.

"Dang!"

Just as the tomb guard's paw was about to touch pangyi's face, a slender bamboo pole came out from the side. The sharp bamboo tip was precisely in the palm of the tomb guard's hand.

Taking advantage of this gap, Pang Yi quickly retreats and exits the battle circle. When he sees Xiao Yang sitting on a huge rock and watching the battle leisurely, his teeth can't help biting together and making a creaking sound.

This is the second time that he has dug a pit, but not to Xiao Yang, but only to himself.

The claws are held by the black bamboo pole. The ghost of guarding the tomb raises a sly smile at the corner of his mouth. Then his palm suddenly exerts a strong force, and the body of the ghost of Ming bamboo goes back and forth.

"Whew!"

After quitting a few photos, Ming zhuhun's eyes were cold, and his free left hand slapped the bottom of the bamboo pole, and a sharp bamboo sword suddenly flashed with a sharp luster. It ejected from the tip of the bamboo pole, and instantly penetrated the hand of the tomb guard ghost.

Pull out the bamboo sword, which has increased several times. The ghost of Ming bamboo quickly waves several swords in succession. Several black arcs of light flash past. On the arm of the ghost guarding the tomb, there are several clear bloodstains.

Xiao Yang looked at the back of the ghost without blinking. The speed of this spirit beast waving the bamboo sword is too fast, not to mention the ghost guarding the tomb at the level of five higher Lords. Even at the level of six, it may not be able to keep up with its speed.

"In this way, let me have its blood clean!" Pang Yi's eyes can't help but be pleased to see that mingzhuhun has the advantage. If he can kill the ghost guarding the tomb, he will undoubtedly have the capital to boast when he returns to Fengxue city.

Maybe you Li can look up at him.

"Too soon to be happy." Xiao Yang shook his head gravely. The ghost who guards the tomb has been on guard. Now the ghost of Ming bamboo is hard to take advantage of.

"Roar!"

Looking at the stabbed bamboo sword, the grave keeper uttered a roar like a wild animal. His claws spread out and his spiritual power surged. At this moment, his claws expanded three or four times. On the surface, it seemed that there were strange black lines, which were particularly shocking.High Lord level spirit skill, ghost hand!

"Shua!"

The huge claw was suddenly photographed, and the rushing ghost of Ming bamboo was directly photographed more than ten feet away. His body retreated abruptly, and only slowly stopped after smashing several tombstones.

"Bamboo soul, rain with sword!" Pang Yi looked at the ghost guarding the tomb, and cried out.

"Crackling!"

Bearing the pain of his wrist, Ming zhuhun swung the bamboo sword in his palm. The bamboo body wrapped around it suddenly peeled away, leaving only a bright thin sword in his hand.

Suspended above a tombstone, the thin sword in Ming bamboo soul's hand stabbed out slowly. The space in front of him seemed to be marked with a clear crack at this time.

"Whew!"

With the stabbing of this sword, countless sharp sword lights appeared around the ghost of Ming bamboo, and immediately went away to the tomb guard ghost.

The rags on his body floated with the wind. The tomb guard looked at the sword light all over the sky. Instead of retreating, he had a grim smile on his lips.

Two claws empty embrace, guarding the tomb ghost body in front of, black crazy condensation from, in a flash, unexpectedly turned into a tombstone.

The tombstone seemed incomplete and full of cracks, but pangyi's face suddenly changed when it appeared.

"Wow

With the rapid sound of the wind breaking, the stone tablet in the tomb guard ghost's hand suddenly smashed down, and the sword light from the stabbing was directly blasted into the sky. Finally, the thick body of the tablet was mercilessly swung on the ghost of Ming bamboo.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound, and the body of the ghost of Ming bamboo, flying upside down, made a hundred feet long mark on the ground. A mouthful of blood spat out.

Looking at this scene, pangyi's face is dull, and his ghost is defeated