The flying hair and those dry evil spirits drooling.
boom!
The five terrifying claws of the Skeleton Ghost King shook out. Not only were they okay, but they took advantage of the moment Yang Ji drew his sword to move forward, closing the distance between him and Yang Ji. Those five claws shone with bursts of cold light, and were as sharp as
The knife struck straight down at Yang Ji's forehead with incredible speed.
The air was hissing and shrieking. If this claw were to strike hard, even the iron head would be split into six pieces.
"how could this be!"
Yang Ji's eyes widened and he was almost scared out of his mind. No warrior could let him drill several holes in his body like this, whether it was the evil prince, Yang Xuanlan, or a strong man in the sect.
Even if the Martial Saint came, Yang Ji would bet that there was no way he would give up his defense and let himself poke such big holes in his body.
But this skeleton ghost king actually had no scruples and no awareness, as if he was stabbing someone else.
"Hey, hey, kid, I am a body of bones, and my flesh and blood are like clothes. Do you think the sword will be useful to me? - Now, just let me die obediently!"
With a bang, the five pitch-black claws were like five broadswords, slashing down on Yang Ji from top to bottom with thunderous force. Where the five claws passed by, the air neatly split into five pieces, and the fractures were as smooth as a mirror. .
Buzz, there was a flash of light, and a huge golden light appeared in front of Yang Ji, protecting him firmly behind him.
The Skeleton Ghost King's claws struck the Angry-Eye Vajra, and with a bang, Yang Ji and the Angry-Eye Vajra were blasted out together. Where the claws had scratched, five deep scratches were left on this Buddhist Vajra weapon. , each one is half an inch deep and looks terrible! (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
Chapter completed!