Chapter 637 2

Hao Chen Kang withdrew his palm and stepped on the iron rod thrown by the dwarf. He looked peaceful and said slowly, "Do you want it? Give it back to you!"

He kicked gently under his feet, and the iron rod bounced up from the ground and shot straight at the dwarf's face.

The dwarf hurriedly raised his body and shrank his neck to avoid the strong wind. Looking back, he saw his beloved stick inserted into the stone wall, and even the end was gone in, leaving only an inch of small hole.

"Ouch!" He let out a sharp roar like crying and laughing. He didn't have time to talk to Hao Chengan. He jumped to the place where the iron rod disappeared, grabbed and kicked the stone wall, pulled down large pieces of stone debris, and tore a wall apart with his bare hands.

Of course, Hao Chenang will not let go of such a good opportunity to hit his vest while the dwarf was busy in front of the stone wall.

Bi Xuan wanted to help, but he suddenly sensed the great danger and immediately stopped, protected the thunder and faced the enemy.

Cheng Gang's nine chains came out again, but the target was not Bi Xuan and the thin monkey, but Qin Yan, who was trapped in thousands of ghosts.

The chain burning the ghost flame pierced into the ghost group, like a dragon entering the sea, like a broken bamboo. Thousands of ghosts roared, and countless crying grievances retreated in front of the burning flame of their souls. The female corpses with their heads, the dead babies, the dead old women, the undead with their eyes and tongues stretched out, and more ghosts whose white bones were cut off and even the bodies could not be complete, cried and retreated like a tide.

However, when the chain broke the ghost by two feet, and only the last ten feet left, a big hand wrapped in a red charm suddenly appeared from the ghost fog, twisting and pulling, blocking the trend of the chain.

The puppet in blood armor stopped on the road at this critical moment. The red charm floated like running water, and the whole person turned into a ferocious and enchanting huge blood-colored peach blossom, which was dazzling in the ghost fog.

Chenggang's nine-ring prison chain pierced the peach blossom. If nine black dragons circled and danced, holding the momentum of the sky and the sun, it collided fiercely with the invable steel body, and suddenly splashed with dazzling light.

The blood armor puppet in the attack of Kowloon, even if it has three heads and six arms, can't grasp the nine chains at the same time. As soon as it was wrong, three of them were missed. One wrapped around its shoulder, and the other two passed by it and penetrated the last place where ghosts gathered fiercely.

Qin Yan grabbed one of the chains. With the help of Cheng Gang's strange power, his whole body shot out like a cannonball, broke away from the ghost field, came to Cheng Gang, and then crossed Cheng Gang with a sword, forcing the first protector of the mountain to abandon Hao Chengang and turn around to fight.

Cheng Gang's burly body shook. He held his breath and pulled back Qin Yan, but such a long distance, coupled with Qin Yan's pulling force and the obstruction of many ghosts, suddenly consumed nearly half of his physical strength and made him feel a sense of collapse.

The blood armor puppet wrapped in six chains caught the delay of this moment. The charm danced, broke free from the chain, and waved its claws at Chenggang's body.

Behind the demon god, thousands of ghosts follow. The strong deadness wrapped around his strong body, and the gorgeous peach blossoms continued to enlarge in front of his eyes, and the red color gradually filled his eyes.

If you are careless, you will be doomed.

"Drink--"

With a roar, Cheng Gang also lifted the remaining cards. The flames on the nine chains flourished and turned into a ghost fire. He only heard a crackling and crisp sound. These tens of thousands of ghosts were actually treated as dry wood and ignited together!

The woman holding the baby, the headless ghost, the evil laughing baby, the rotten evil spirit... As soon as they touched the fire, they burned, and the dense ghosts turned into part of the raging flames and converged into a sea of fire.

The sudden explosion of the ghost flame torrent, like a volcanic eruption, instantly swallowed the figure of the blood armor demon god.

The middle-aged swordsman who raised the peach blossom suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, waved the peach branch and shouted, "ji!"

Countless burning and unignited ghosts in the sea of fire appeared with various frightened and twisted expressions, struggling and crying, shrinking into a vague ball, melting into black smoke and rolling.

Ghost control, ghost crying!

The ghost flame soon went out in the black smoke. More ghosts came from afar to make up for the vacancy of the burned ghosts, looming in the rolling black smoke.

In the dark smoke, a touch of blood is still bright.

"Dong, Dong, Dong!"

The blood armor puppet stepped on heavy steps and stepped out of the dark fog, approaching Chenggang.

The middle-aged swordsman followed closely behind the puppet and waved the peach blossoms in his hand again.

"The devil obeys the order!"

The charm on the puppet flowed quickly and opened like a peacock opening the screen, absorbing the ghosts thrown by many moths into fire. The gorgeous color of its body became brighter and brighter, as if it were really dripping with blood, gradually spreading to all sides.

Chen Gang looked cold and sensed the crisis of death approaching.

"Let's go!" The middle-aged swordsman drank, and the enchanting peach blossom suddenly came to Cheng Gang and suddenly prevailed in his eyes.

Cheng Gang made a huge roar in his mouth, swinging his arm, and nine chains staggered to protect his chest, posing a calm defensive posture.

The blood armor puppet suddenly opened its five fingers and pressed it at the interlaced nodes in the center of the chain. Cheng Gang's body immediately threw back and fell more than ten steps. The nine-ring prison chain let out a sobbing cry, dragging the ground weakly like a seven-inch python that was hit.

Before Cheng Gang could stand firm, a touch of blood came into his eyes again. The cold figure of the puppet appeared in front of him, and his huge fist poked out and hit him hard on his chest.

Cung just had no chance to regroup. He reluctantly lifted two chains to fight. After being punched, he sprayed blood and retreated repeatedly.

The peach branch of the middle-aged swordsman leaned over from the other direction, and a fierce body was like a python, intending to strangle him into several pieces.

Qin Yan is attacking Bi Xuan.

Bi Xuan did not dodge and resisted with the thunder shield in front of him. The cyan sword opened an electric arc and was stopped by a stronger current. The sword spirit reflects golden thunder, which can't be attacked for a long time.

The situation was deadlocked. Qin Yan looked at the crow on his shoulder, but saw that the flat-haired beast's head huddled under his wings, trembling, and looked frightened. There was no elegant demeanor of Tianyuan Lingbao.

He scolded in his heart: The beast followed Gu Xuefeng for 300 years and accompanied the ghost every day. Was he scared like this by tens of thousands of resentment spirits?

If he hadn't considered letting Langya Mirror play the role of sneak attack, he would have scolded.

The crow refused to take action, and Qin Yan had no choice but to continue to attack.

'If only this old monster had abruptly burp!' He thought.