Chapter 156 Is it me, Mr. Li, who can no longer lift the knife, or are you too distracted?

Yang Chizi:?

Hear this.

He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

It seems that today's battle seems to be inevitable.

To be honest, those other people who were helping out were not a threat. The only person who could be called a threat on this battlefield was this guy in front of him.

Even the reason why this situation occurs now is all because of this person.

Yang Chizi squinted his eyes and his expression suddenly became calm: "Little friend, I am not exaggerating. Fighting is really not what I am good at, but if you really have to use all your strength, you can't win this battle."

"It's just that doing this will make me lose a little bit, but if you want to be so aggressive, then you have to test your depth."

Hear the words.

Li Ling silently shook her middle finger.

The old guy talked so much nonsense before he died.

Just wait until the gold coins are exploded.

He placed the mourning stick on Mrs. Qi's forehead: "I am in charge now. If I take action, she will die immediately."

Yang Chizi frowned and no longer had any worries: "Since we are planning to fight to the death, little friend, please don't use this trick. At worst, you have to start over from scratch. This method is not the only one."

"Now, killing you first is what I need to do."

The words fell to the ground.

The Ghost King dismounted and rushed over suddenly, with evil energy surging in his eyes. Without the halberd, now it could only come and fight hand-to-hand, but on the horse, it became more inconvenient.

What the other party did was exactly what Li Ling wanted. He took a deep breath, held the mourning stick, and aimed it at the outstretched arm of the Ghost King.

This directly caused the bones of the opponent's stretched out arm to be smashed into pieces and hung on it. However, the Ghost King did not have any intention of stopping. With a stream of corpse poison in his right hand, the attack direction was deflected at an extremely tricky angle.

Attacked and tried to directly dig out Li Ling's heart.

Use the soul arresting technique.

At the critical moment, Li Ling ignited Hellfire in his hand, pressed the arm, and the flames burned through it instantly. He folded it hard and lost another arm.

The Ghost King remained unmoved. At this moment, a ghost head suddenly appeared on the armor of some kind of beast painted on the chest, and it bit him immediately, making it difficult for people to guard against it.

And just as the ghost head came over, a dead head suddenly appeared on Li Ling's chest. Without any fear, he ran into it head on.

For this dead head.

It has been suppressed for so long and has been chewing herbs every day. To be honest, it has had enough of this kind of life. Now a ghost head appeared. The first moment he saw him, the dead man's head actually looked like he was crying with joy.

It's really a combat type!

During this period of time, there was nothing else to do except chewing herbs every day, which almost smoothed away the anger in his heart. Now that he was able to fight, he naturally used 100% of his strength at this time.

They all came into play.

The two confront each other.

The dead man's head opened its bloody mouth and was swallowed by the ghost head in one bite. This was not enough. He pounced on it again and bit down on the armor. He bit off the flesh and blood and put it in his mouth and crunched it.

It made a heart-wrenching sound.

Why the hell does this look weirder than a ghost?

The Ghost King retreated first, but Li Ling did not give the opponent this chance and stuck directly to it, not giving the opponent any time to escape.

The breath was poured into the mourning stick in the hand, and screams that made people feel scalp numb came from it. These were the wails of the ghosts who had been beaten to death by the mourning stick. For these ghosts, they had greater lethality.

The ghost king's body hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, Li Ling suddenly exerted force, poured Yin Qi into the mourning stick, and hit the Ghost King's forehead again.

This time, without the obstruction of the helmet, it landed firmly on the opponent's forehead, and the top of his skull was even directly cracked open, and the pain filled the sky!

This time.

The Ghost King's eyes were clear again. He didn't know what was happening. Under the dizzy effect of [Knock on Sap], he felt that everything around him was spinning, and a guy whose figure he couldn't see clearly was constantly attacking him.

"you"

Its voice has not yet finished.

Li Ling then swung the stick down again.

If you can't break it into pieces at once, try a few more times!

Let's see if this guy's skull is harder, or if this mourning stick is harder.

Blood stained the white paper covering the stick red.

The Ghost King just stood there blankly, being shot in the head again and again. Each time, he had a short period of time to regain his clarity, and spoke intermittently: "Don't beat me."

The last word was left unsaid.

Li Ling, whose mouth was already numb, gritted his teeth and swallowed one of the pills that Yang Chizi had handed to him before: "Why don't you try to resist it again?!"

Qi sinks in Dantian.

The tremendous power brought by the mandrill's true form and the accumulation of Yin energy in the body were all gathered on the mourning stick, and with the fire of hell, it was swung heavily at the ghost king's head.

This powerful and heavy blow actually twisted half of his head, knocking him to the ground in one fell swoop. The mist that existed in the opponent's body was completely dissipated, leaving only his body.

Constant twitching.

One is useless.

Li Ling spat on the ground, then looked at the sky and Yang Chizi: "Old man, is it your turn?"

Yang Chizi no longer looked cold, his expression instantly became ferocious and twisted.

Countless gray auras emerged from the red robe that was burnt with holes by the flames, forming terrifying tentacles one after another, dancing wildly in the air, looking like a crazy pagan.

More and more gray aura emerged from some of the ghost soldiers on the ground that had not had time to clean up, occupying their eyes. These ghost soldiers stood up slowly like walking zombies.

The energy required to control such a group of ghost soldiers cost Yang Chizi a great price. Those tentacles inserted into his body, seeming to be absorbing something. It became older, with flesh and blood disappearing, and the skin sticking to it.

His bones were covered with bones, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, as if he was a living dead.

Groups of ghost soldiers climbed up again. There were not so many in number anymore, but there were still as many as Xiao Qian. They picked up their spears, gradually moved towards Li Ling, and surrounded him uniformly.

Li Ling took a deep breath. The magical power of the mandrill's true form had gradually become illusory, and it seemed as if it would dissipate at any time.

No matter how fierce it is, after spending so much breath, it is inevitable that it will be exhausted.

But it's okay.

He also has the elixir given to him by Yang Chizi.

Watching the other person take his own elixir and take it to replenish it.

Yang Chizi became even more impatient.

The ghost soldiers followed the instructions and rushed over with a sudden movement, holding spears in their hands.

Li Ling was not polite when he saw this. He took off the armor worn by the ghost king and made a hole in his chest so that the dead man's head could come out.

The pale arm behind him inserted the soul-collecting flag into the soil at his feet, and picked up the ghost king's halberd. Li Ling held the mourning stick in one hand, and the soul-catching chain in the other hand, with the ghost fire attached to it, wearing a uniform.

The secondary armor stood in the center of the battlefield, like a god of death.

The spear thrust forward suddenly.

The pale arm behind him waved the halberd, and with a sharp lift, the old weapons were broken directly. Li Ling held the soul-enchanting chain, attached to the ghost fire, and waved it violently at the ghost soldiers holding the handle, as if

Like a whip, it was slapped directly on these guys.

"Is it that I, Mr. Li, can't lift the knife or you are drifting away."

"Jiang Zi came over one after another to give their heads off?"

Sweep away the soul-enchanting chain.

The bodies of those ghost soldiers were as fragile as a piece of tofu. They were instantly broken at the waist and fell to the ground.

As for those souls, as soon as they separated from the body, they were immediately captured by the soul collecting flag behind Li Ling.

Do you think this is a group of people surrounding me?

wrong!

I have surrounded you!

The pale arm held the halberd and swung it. Wherever it hit, with just one slash, it was a large-scale attack, sweeping across the area. The spears used by the ghost soldiers were naturally incomparable to this one, which was poured with thousands of blood.

Death Halberd.

Even if a few individuals come to me.

The dead man's head on his chest didn't even have to be told, he would immediately pounce on it and bite it into a crisp piece.

Show everyone what a real headshot is on the spot.
To be continued...