This group of hanged ghosts are quite good, and they don't even stop them.

With a distance of just a few meters, Wang Tong and I rushed in front of Wu Yi in just two seconds with our full sprint. He did not expect that we could quickly break through his 'powerful' army of hanged ghosts.

Wang Tong and I kicked him in the air.

"Ah!" Wu Yi was caught off guard and was kicked so hard by both of us that he fell backwards.

Wu Yi was not weak at all. He quickly stood up and cursed at the hanging ghosts who were watching: "A bunch of stupid pigs."

Wang Tong put the copper coin sword on his waist. It would be useless to use the copper coin sword against Wu Yi.

Wang Tong was the first to rush forward and fight with Wu Yi, while I took the opportunity to untie the rope from Yang Zian's body.

The moment I took off her blindfold, Yang Zian saw the horrifying group of hanged ghosts in front of her. She screamed and fainted.

"Shit! Sister, please don't faint at this time!" I shook her body, but it was an indisputable fact that Yang Zian fainted.

I just want to shout two words in my heart: "What a trap!"

When I moved my eyes to the battlefield between Wang Tong and Wu Yi, I was shocked.

Wang Tong was actually suppressed and beaten by Wu Yi. He was completely passive in defense, retreating continuously without any chance to counterattack.

I know Wang Tong's strength well. At that time in Yu Jing's home, he could deal with the violent Yu Jing with ease. But when I dealt with Yu Jing, I couldn't even survive a round and was almost strangled to death by Yu Jing. Now Wu Yi is not the same

Royal scenery.

I saw that Wang Tong was losing, so I looked down at Yang Zian, who was still unconscious, and then looked up at the hanging man on the side. I hesitated in my mind whether to step forward to help Wang Tong.

The main reason is that I am afraid that these ghosts will rush up and kill Yang Zian. After all, ghosts are unpredictable, and no one can guarantee that they will stand aside and watch the battle.

"Ah! Damn it."

I heard Wang Tong's scream, turned around and saw that he was knocked to the ground and staggered up, clutching his chest.

"Wang Tong, here I come."

I no longer hesitate. Controlling Wu Yi is now the most important thing. These hanging ghosts must want to get rid of Wu Yi's control. If any ghost wants to harm Yang Zian, will the ghosts around him agree?

Of course, popularity is a shortcut for ghosts to improve their strength, but regardless of when this happens, freedom becomes unimportant when compared with a person's popularity.

I no longer worried about whether the Hanged Man would hurt Yang Zian, and rushed forward with the rusty sword in both hands.

"Don't go there." Wang Tong yelled at me.

But I had already rushed to Wu Yi and ignored his shouts.

When my sword was about to hit Wu Yi, a purple light group appeared in Wu Yi's hand.

He looked at me and smiled slyly, then threw the ball of light in his hand towards my chest.

I was also dumbfounded, why is this guy still doing magic attacks?

There is no martial ethics involved in riding a horse!

I was so close to Wu Yi that I had no chance to escape. The purple light ball in Wu Yi's hand hit my chest with a bang, and I was also knocked back two or three meters by the shock wave of the light ball, and fell to the cold cement.

On the ground.

I clutched my chest and was about to stand up despite the pain of falling, but as soon as I staggered to my feet, I felt a cold and bone-chilling pain from my chest.

"Ah!" I covered my chest, frowned, and couldn't help but scream.

This painful coldness seems to spread, spreading throughout the body at an extremely fast speed.

For a moment, I just felt cold all over, as if my whole body was being pricked by needles, and I even felt the pain of being eaten by thousands of ants.

The severe pain made it difficult for me to stand still. Wu Yi quickly ran in front of me and kicked me hard in the chest.

I only felt a tight pain in my chest, and my whole body was kicked back about a meter away.

"Lu Zichen!" Wang Tong yelled eagerly.

I leaned against a wooden box and watched as Wang Tong rushed over, biting his fingers and drawing something on the palm of his hand.

I only heard him yell: "Thunder in the Palm!"

I was surprised to see that Wang Tong's hand had a faint purple arc emitting from time to time.

But under Wu Yi's long-range attack, it seemed pale and powerless.

Wu Yi quickly gathered a ball of light in his hand and threw it at Wang Tong.

Wang Tong shot the thunder in his palm, and two purple light waves collided, causing a roar.

A dazzling light flashed by, and I closed my eyes tightly, but I heard the miserable wails of a group of ghosts in my ears.

This dazzling light lasted for two or three seconds. I slowly opened my stinging eyes, only to see that one of Wang Tong's hands had turned extremely black, and his clothes were in tatters, with blood dripping down the corners of his clothes.

, dripping onto the concrete floor.

And Wu Yi was not much better. His face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He stood on the same spot, but his figure was already swaying.

"You are not Palm Thunder at all. What is your identity?" Wu Yi looked at Wang Tong in shock. He was sure that this person's identity was not simple.

Wang Tong covered his dark arms and sneered: "It's not the thunder in the palm. If you know the truth, give me the antidote to the madman's poison and stop pestering my friend. Otherwise, only one of you and I can leave alive today."

"

When I heard this, I couldn't help but feel anxious. Although Wang Tong's words seemed threatening, if I listened carefully, I was already giving in.

Wu Yi's strength is really too strong. I am already half disabled, and Wang Tong's physical condition is not much better. The most important thing is that the group of hanged ghosts around us have begun to plot to kill us when they see that we have little chance of winning.

I also express my loyalty to Wu.

Wu Yi sneered and said viciously: "How could I let you go? You must die today."

"You stupid pigs, what are you waiting for? Kill them, kill them." Wu Yi roared with a ferocious expression.

Whatever you are afraid of will come to you. When the hanged ghosts around heard Wu Yi's order, they began to step forward slowly. Obviously they were still hesitant, but how long can this hesitation last? One minute, or ten seconds?

I endured the pain, stood up from the ground, took out a pill from my clothes and drank it. The pain in my body was relieved to some extent, but the coldness still lingered.

Holding a rusty sword, I staggered to Yang Zian's side. I pointed the rusty sword at the ghosts while holding the chair, and yelled loudly: "Whoever dares to come forward, I will definitely make his soul fly. Although I can't beat you, but with the power of my hand

This sword can still be used with a backrest."

As soon as I said this, all the ghosts who had been pressing forward stopped in a tacit understanding. It was obvious that none of them wanted to be the one who supported me.

Yang Zian didn't wake up early or late, but he woke up at this time.

Her slender eyebrows flashed and she opened her bright eyes, but her face suddenly turned pale with fear. Yang Zian quickly stood up from the chair and hugged me tightly with both hands.

This was something I didn't expect. What was even worse was that I was already injured, but after being hugged by her like this, my whole body almost collapsed to the ground.

"Kill him." Wu Yi roared from behind me.
Chapter completed!