when--

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

Ye Jingtang originally thought that the man wearing a hat was wearing wrist guards and iron rings, but after splitting the sleeves of his robe, he was shocked to find that underneath the clothes was bronze skin.

The muscles of the forearm are knotted, and apart from a white mark, the skin is not even broken!

?!

Ye Jingtang's eyes were stunned, and for a moment he thought he was being deceived.

The two sides were fighting, and there was obviously no chance for communication.

The tall figure blocked the long knife with his right arm, and punched out with his left hand, hitting Ye Jingtang directly in the chest.

Bang——

This punch was quite heavy, but Ye Jingtang didn't know any good moves, and his foundation was solidified by his adoptive father.

To put it simply, the attack power is not good, but the ability to resist hits is not flawless.

After being punched in the chest, Ye Jingtang didn't react at all. He thrust the blade into the ground, slid back a few steps, and stabilized his body.

But as soon as he stopped, a gust of wind blew from the front, lifting the hair beside his ears.

call--

Ye Jingtang felt a chill in his heart and immediately leaned back to avoid it.

The next moment, a ghostly figure passed by from above. It looked like a coir raincoat blown by the wind, without any entity.

But a lunar face actually appeared under the bamboo hat, looking at him coldly, his body moving with the wind, as if he didn't have a single bone.

Although Ye Jingtang didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he hesitated at this time.

He raised his hand and swiped the knife towards the ghost figure, only to find that the blade of the knife touched the coir raincoat, and the coir raincoat moved away with the knife without any sense of force.

The knife was swept across, not injuring Guiying at all. Instead, his right arm was rubbed.

The force of the 'ghost pat on the shoulder' was so light that the night terror hall felt like being scratched by the clothes.

But immediately his shoulders became sore and numb, coldness penetrated his body, and the strength of his right arm was greatly reduced.

Ye Jingtang was slightly shaken. He turned over and put the long sword back into its sheath. He held the handle of the sword behind his back with his left hand and faced the wall with his back to the wall. He locked the two figures on the left and right at the same time with his peripheral vision.

The fluttering ghost figure has silently blocked the only exit. The bamboo hat is slightly lowered and motionless, like a piece of wood.

The same goes for tall figures.
Chapter completed!