Mana surged wildly, pouring into the stone door, and then, as fast as a flying bird, a cyan figure quickly passed through the gap left by Tang Yuan and appeared in the cave.
It was Ouyang Song.
No one could see his figure clearly at all. When they saw Ouyang Song again, he was already in the cave. This was the speed of Dao Dan in its high stage.
The moment Ouyang Song appeared in the cave, the stone door outside was completely shattered. Next to it was the small formation arranged by Yun Shu, but it was of little use. It only lasted for one second longer, and then followed the old one.
The stone gate collapsed together.
Tang Yuan stood behind the new stone door, quickly pushed it toward the entrance of the cave, and activated the formation above.
But all this still takes time. In the short ten seconds it took Tang Yuan to take action, several ghost figures, like fish that had found the hole in the net, had already passed through the gap and poured into the cave one after another.
Wu Shu and Yun Shu had been prepared for a long time. Wu Shu always had his sword in hand and directly attacked the first resentful ghost who broke in. At the same time, he shouted: "Breaking Mountain Move!"
The resentful ghost had a human face, with protruding eyes that could not move. They just swayed stiffly, with a small black tongue sticking out. The face was also grey-purple, and it looked very strange.
It was as if he had been tortured by some poison during his lifetime.
Its power was not as strong as Wu Shu's, but its speed was not slow. The figure flashed past, and it actually dodged Wu Shu's attack. It seemed to know that it was no match for Wu Shu's sword, and the resentful ghost headed towards Song Ping.
Drift away quickly.
At this moment, another resentful ghost attacked Wu Shu. Of course Wu Shu wanted to protect himself first, so he did not chase the previous one. Instead, he raised his sword and poured his magic power into it, blocking a gray-black streak.
Ghost fog.
Song Ping looked coldly at the resentful ghost coming toward him. The other person's dry white eyeballs stretched in the direction of Shuiying, obviously staring at her.
Resentful ghosts eat people, swallowing their magic, flesh and blood to strengthen themselves.
A flash of anger flashed in Song Ping's eyes, and he pulled out his sword. There were reddish-brown dark lines on the blade like fire. He took it out horizontally and made a horizontal stroke. The mana surged out, bringing fierce winds, and the resentful ghost
Suddenly he took a step slower.
Then there was a slash, the dark red sword was filled with mana, and it headed towards the resentful ghost. The attack was violent, faintly mixed with sparks, and looked a bit strange.
Song Ping's magic power was not only violent, but also had a flexible aura that was different from ordinary people. It was no slower than the resentful ghost. The resentful ghost did not rush to avoid it, and he cut off an arm directly.
The mana collided with the ghost mist, stirring up bursts of gray smoke. The resentful ghost's arm fell to the ground and turned into black mist, which was then eroded by the remaining mana and disappeared bit by bit.
"You are really looking for death!" Song Ping did not stop after he succeeded in the attack, but shouted in a low voice: "Yanghuo!"
The sword in his hand was instantly filled with a light golden color, mixed with sparks, and struck down like a bolide, but it was sharper than a bolide, splitting the resentful ghost in half in one stroke.
It was actually a move he had never used before when fighting the Snake King.
Li Ting looked at the golden light on the sword and felt a bit strange in his heart. Song Ping and Shui Ying were Taoist couples. Their magic power was also one fire and one water, one yin and one yang, and their skills were even more unique.
Is this feeling intentional or unintentional?….
Just when Shuiying was about to introduce him to Yemen, they encountered danger. They didn't know what the situation was like at Yemen, and what kind of disciples were they two?
These two are monks with special physiques. They can be regarded as genius disciples in any small sect. There are actually two of them in the Night Sect, so it will not be easy.
Li Ting was at the back of the cave. The resentful ghosts that came in mostly attacked the people in the middle, so no ghosts came to trouble him for a while. Although he was in the spirit-accumulating stage, he was quite calm. The bamboo whip was on
While holding his hand, he also did not forget to observe the reactions of everyone in the cave.
Everyone adjusted their breath for many days. Even though some of the serious injuries were not recovered to their peak, they also accumulated some mana and quickly wiped out most of the resentful ghosts.
At this moment, most of the resentful ghosts in the cave were killed, leaving only three or four. The wind and rain pulled the bowstring, and the black bow and arrow shot out suddenly, nailing one ghost's leg, and the resentful ghost staggered.
, was stabbed by Yun Shu's thin sword and disappeared into thin air.
After the black arrow passed through the previous resentful ghost, Feng Yu's fingers gently plucked the bowstring, and the arrow suddenly turned around and stabbed the other resentful ghost in the back.
And that resentful ghost was floating in front of Li Ting.
Li Ting looked at the tip of the arrow on the chest of the resentful ghost. He moved his bamboo whip and cut it to the top with one move. His magic power was condensed but not dispersed. He swept across it fiercely and cut off the already injured resentful ghost.
After the resentful ghost turned into two pieces, he kept using the cold whip in his hand and thrust it into the two ghost mists with violent magic power, which completely drove the resentful ghost away.
After Li Ting finished all this, he nodded towards Feng Yu not far away to express his gratitude.
Feng Yu later changed the direction of the arrow just to help him. Naturally, he felt grateful, but they already had a tacit understanding, so there was no need to say too much.
There were only two ghosts left in the cave. The interesting whip entangled one, but Ouyang Song on the other side rushed towards the other.
After returning to the cave, he first took a pill and sorted out the chaotic mana. Now that he had adjusted it, he was about to kill the ghost.
Ouyang Song didn't know when a big knife appeared in his hand. He held the handle of the knife horizontally with one hand. Although he didn't move, his momentum was much better than that of Wu Shu.
Around him, something silent seemed to be brewing, even the flow of air seemed to have stopped, and the mana accumulated in the sword was about to pour out at any time, setting off a storm.
He was an alchemist with a gentle and elegant temperament, but no one expected that the weapon he used was also a broadsword.
But it makes sense, after all, he was the one who taught Wu Shu.
When Ouyang Song was preparing to attack, many people were attracted by his aura and looked in that direction.
Li Ting naturally felt some kind of dangerous aura and looked in the direction from which the aura came. But when he saw it clearly, his eyes suddenly widened and he shouted loudly: "Stop!"
"Broken Mountain!"
That call to stop was shouted at the same time as Ouyang Song's "Broken Mountain", and it was too late.
But Li Ting still moved the moment he shouted, and rushed forward quickly, as if he wanted to stop something.
Ouyang Song heard Li Ting's voice, but once the move was completed and his magic power had accumulated to a certain critical point, there was no way to stop the violent attack like a tsunami.
Secondly, he had his own ideas, he was just fighting ghosts, and he had already used all the moves. How could he listen to a junior's ideas and force a pause to hurt himself?
Ouyang Song was not the only one who heard Li Ting's voice. Others also heard the sound and looked back in surprise. Among them was Tang Yuan who had just closed the new stone gate and set up the formation.
At this look, even his eyes showed a little surprise.
"——One move!" The shout was not loud, but it seemed to come from the dark valley bottom, with a low vibrating sound, Ouyang Song's knife finally cut down.
He slashed at a ghost that was familiar to many people in the cave.