Chapter 134

Scar face screamed, and sat on the ground. Several other dolls were scared out of their wits. They turned around and ran away. They didn't care about the life and death of scar face.

No one thinks that this is someone who pretends to be a ghost to frighten people. No one pretends to be a ghost, and the machete is caught in the hands of the other side. Several big men can't pull it out. This is not a ghost. Is it still a human being? Who has such great strength?

It's really a ghost, a evil spirit. Ordinary people can't see the evil spirit at first, but the grave is full of Yin Qi. People can see the evil spirit when they are stimulated by it too strongly.

When the evil spirit sees a man running away, he starts to chase him. When he grabs him with a big hand, the man who runs behind him is caught in his hand. He is bitten by his blood and his body is totally different.

Evil spirits not only kill ghosts, but also people.

The Yin wind howled, and several people ran at full speed, but how could they run past the evil spirits? They were caught up in an instant. They fought together and became different.

Scar's face was stunned, and his mind was in despair. When he saw that his little brother was killed, he had no idea of resisting. No matter how fierce he was shouting, he was not afraid of ghosts, and even shouted to catch a ghost to play with. When he saw the real ghost, he was still scared out of his mind and his legs were soft.

He just got away with it, but he didn't have the strength to run away. He could only watch the evil spirit kill his little brother, and then turn around and walk towards him.

The scarred face was frightening.

Suddenly, the evil spirit speeded up and rushed straight to him. He grabbed him. He was as helpless as a chicken facing an eagle. He watched as if he had been sent to the evil spirit's bloody mouth. It smelled so bad.

"Ah!" The screeching was deafening, and his eyes rolled and he fainted.

Roar!

Suddenly, a roar rang out in the distance. The evil spirit turned his head and roared. Then he threw his scar face to the ground and rushed to it.

Tang Zheng went to the dark depth step by step, and the feeling of coldness became more and more intense. It was not like the cold in the ice and snow, but a cold to the bone.

However, he is the holy body of Nine Yang and has the body protection of real Qi, which can't hurt him at all. By the light of the flashlight, he finally saw something.

A huge figure got up from the ground. The evil spirit, who is two meters tall, has only one ear and doesn't know where his nose is, is much more disgusting and terrifying than the evil spirit Tang Zheng met in the morgue.

But the most noticeable thing for Tang Zheng is the hat that the evil spirit wears on his head. As long as he is a citizen of this country, he is too familiar with and impressed with this hat.

Devil!

Tang Zheng's eyes widened. Yes, this is the hat of the ghost soldiers who invaded this country decades ago, and his body. Although he was in rags, Tang Zheng finally saw clearly. That's the ghost's uniform.

Tang Zheng suddenly realized that it was said that this was a battlefield where many people died. It turned out that it was the battlefield of ghosts and Chinese ancestors. However, such a big ghost must have swallowed up the spirits of many Chinese ancestors.

Tang Zheng's eyes are red and ready to split. These ghosts burned, killed and tortured on the land of China while they were alive. Even when they died, they still killed the soul of China. A stream of blood rushed to his head. Tang Zheng's body was full of murderous spirit.

The black sword sensed his mood, and it was buzzing and shaking, full of fighting spirit.

"Kill!" Tang Zheng roars, rises from the air, holds the sword in both hands, and stands aloof. One sword splits, and the power of Wanjun falls on the head of the devil.

The devil felt the danger, roared and blocked it with both hands.

Poof!

The black sword fell, the black light flickered, two arms fell on the ground, turned into a wisp of black air, and was absorbed into the black sword.

The ghost ghost has no arms, but is not afraid. Instead, it shows its ferocity. It looks up to the sky and roars. Suddenly, a series of howls come and go.

Tang Zheng raised his eyes and looked around. With the light of a flashlight, he could discern a lot of things in the dark. It must be the evil spirit.

It's dense and numerous.

Tang Zheng had no fear and was more aggressive. He roared, "kill!" Flying in the air, over the top of the devil's head, the black sword sweeps, and a huge head rolls down. The huge body suddenly collapses, turns into black Qi, and becomes the delicacy of the black sword.

Tang Zheng picked up the flashlight and took a quick look at it. Sure enough, it was full of evil spirits and Guizi costumes.

At that time, there must have been more than ghosts here, but now there are only ghosts and evil spirits, which is enough to show how many Chinese spirits they devour.

Tang Zheng's blood is boiling and burning. He wants to kill. He can't take part in the war that decided the country's fate decades ago, but today it's necessary to kill all the evil spirits here.

He's going to kill!

Roar!

He roared and roared at the ghosts around him. The Chinese predecessors must have roared and roared like him.

Tang Zheng's voice completely ignited the ferocity of ghosts and spirits, and rushed to kill them one after another. Tang Zheng rushed to the enemy camp with a sword in one hand and a flashlight in the other.Shua Shua Shua!

The sword light flickers, not dazzling, but the murderous sword light is flying among the ghosts.

Flying fairy outside the sky, the nimble and elegant sword light is like a fairy coming from the sky. To get rid of these ugly guys, we should also have a beautiful world.

The spirits roared and tried to resist the black sword in Tang Zheng's hands, but all of this was in vain. Where Tang Zheng passed, the spirits of the ghosts were all different and scattered into Yin Qi, which was absorbed by the black sword.

The black sword absorbed so much Yin Qi and seemed to be improving its strength. It became more and more intimate with the sword technique of Tang Zhengtian Feixian.

In an instant, Tang Zheng killed more than a hundred ghosts and spirits. The night was more gloomy and the war was more intense.

Roar!

A scream came from behind the ghost. The ghost suddenly stopped attacking and separated to both sides, revealing a path.

Tang Zheng looks at this scene in surprise and doesn't know what happened.

Bang bang bang!

The ground seemed to be shaking, and the dull footsteps were gradually approaching. Tang Zheng saw a three meter high ghost come over, and the uniform should be an official. There was no doubt that he swallowed more souls, so he would grow so tall.

"Boy, this evil spirit can't be underestimated. Be careful." Tianchanzi reminds me.

Tang Zheng's eyes are fixed on the other side. There's no nonsense. His toes are a little bit. It's like a whirlwind rushing up. The other side is also coming up. He has weapons in his hands.

A samurai sword was used by many evil spirits to kill Chinese compatriots. It was also used as a game. It was not a combination of yin and Qi, but a real samurai sword.

Dang!

When the swords and swords hit each other, a spark burst out. Tang Zheng felt that there was a huge anti shock force in his hand. It can be seen that what Tianchan said is not empty. This ghost officer is no more than other ghosts and evil spirits. His strength is really powerful.

But how tough is it? Tang Zheng still won't flinch. He must kill them.

The ghost officer stared at Tang Zheng with huge eyes. Even in the past decades, his eyes were still full of pride.

Tang Zheng faces his eyes without fear. He doesn't care about the arrogance in his eyes. Today, I'm going to dig down your arrogant eyes and chop them severely.

Tang Zheng murmured and rose to the sky. The black sword stabbed at the other side's head. To kill the evil spirit, it was necessary to cut off the head. It could not be fatal to hurt other parts, even the heart position, because they had no heart at all.

The ghost officer raised his knife with both hands and chopped it vigorously.

Dang!

It's another flash of fire, but this time the sword didn't separate. Instead, it stood dead together,

bang!

Tang Zheng's feet fell to the ground, and the stones on the ground were flying. The swords pressed down hard, and Tang Zheng's arms bent involuntarily.

The ghost officer's strength is too great, and he is high and big. If he is high, his attack power will be doubled.

Tang Zheng's eyes are bared and his teeth are clenched. He quickly runs the ancient scroll through the sky. Powerful Qi is injected into the black sword. The black light on the black sword is blazing. Tang Zheng's arms are raised a little bit.

Seeing this, the ghost officer roared. The ghosts in all directions seemed to be ordered and attacked Tang Zheng in an instant.

"Despicable!" Tang Zheng gnawed his teeth and saw the spirits rush in. If he couldn't resist them, they would be enough to tear him apart.

Then, with a low roar and a low body, he rolled down and dodged the samurai sword. The sword slashed hard on the ground and there was a huge gap, which showed how terrible the power was.

A carp in Tang Zheng's face turned over. The devil had already rushed to him. Shua, the black sword chopped it, just like cutting through thorns and thorns. The devil who rushed to the front was divided into two parts by him.

However, the ghosts and spirits in the back rushed forward and forth again. Tang Zheng shook his wrist, pulled out a sword flower and brushed it. The spirit of the flying immortals outside the sky was vividly displayed. Only the sword light flew among the ghosts and the huge heads fell to the ground.

In this breath, he killed more than ten ghosts. The ghost officer saw this and roared and stopped Tang Zheng. He couldn't kill the ghosts.

"The ghost officer is too big and powerful to deal with." Tang Zheng's mind flies to look for each other's flaws.

All of a sudden, his eyes fell on the ghost officer's legs.

Yes, you are so tall. I'll cut off your legs to see what's the use of your tall body.

Tang Zheng rushes to his feet, and then rushes to his feet. He attacks his legs directly. The samurai sword comes down from the sky and lands in front of Tang Zheng, blocking his way.

Ghost officers seem to know their weakness in the legs, so the guard is very tight.

Damn it! So cunning.

Tang Zheng will not give up and continue to attack each other's footwall."Kill!"

All of a sudden, a thundering roar sounded behind Tang Zheng. Tang Zheng was smart. These ghosts and spirits never spoke. Who roared out this Chinese word "kill"?

[author's aside]: Chapter Six! The reward is awesome. Since one hundred thousand, there will be seventh chapters, and seventh chapters will be updated around eleven. Today, we can't witness the history of that year, but let's kill all these ghosts and evil spirits in the book today, and sacrifice the Chinese spirit!