Chapter 128: Attack the Ghost Army, Kill the Ghost Commander by Drops of Water

"Ace, where are you!"

"If you don't come back, your wife will be snatched away."

If Wang Ce is here, he will probably be in a state of grief. When will he have a wife?

Pi Xiaojing was anxious but not calm, Luke could see clearly: "It's been so late, you are still worried about Zhu Haitang. I'm afraid that Ace will have an accident inside."

In Yiwei Building, there is an unsettling atmosphere, which always seems anxious. Wang Duan is worried on one side and has a dark face. Api and Ake are anxious about the two major problems at present.

Is Wang Ce dead or alive? If he doesn't come back, Zhu Haitang's marriage will be settled.

"The auspicious person... has his own heavenly appearance, uncle, Ace will definitely... come back!" Cui Yan's words were somewhat of a comfort, although not very powerful: "He is very smart! He knows... advance and retreat."

Yes, Wang Ce was premature and cunning, and knew how to advance and retreat. Logically, these people would most likely run away when they smelled the smell of danger, so how could they die easily! However, many things were not seen in this way.

Bang! Xiong Shiwu slapped the table silently and turned to go downstairs: "I'll go and kill the person who is proposing to marry!"

"Big Bear!" Luke blocked the way and shone with a gloomy light: "It's useless. If you go there, you will only die. The Northern Tang Dynasty, only Ace and a few people are capable of competing with those people in the backstage."

Big Bear is also a double-technical martial arts genius. Logically speaking, he is qualified to participate in Zhu Haitang's marriage competition. However, one of them can nail him to death. He has no background or background.

Wang Ce's unethical predecessor brought him backstage and backing, but also brought countless dangers and troubles.

Wang Duan had a blue face and was dull without saying a word. On that day, Wang Ce said he would come back within a month. However, it was almost late autumn, and it was almost two months old, and there was still no news about Wang Ce.

The ghost world is a place with infinite wealth and a place with infinite dangers. Usually, opportunities and risks are equal.

The big bear was depressed and coughed violently: "What should I do?"

Wang Ce is in the ghost world, and they can't help it even if there is a huge solution. Luke said coldly: "Then try to delay Haitang's marriage, at least you have to wait for Ace to come back."

Wang Duan squeezed out a sentence from his teeth in a depressed manner: "If I had decided on the marriage earlier, it would have been great, and there would have been no more right and wrong."

"We must have a way." Ruk gritted his teeth. In fact, there was nothing he could do. He missed that best friend. If Ate was there, it would be easy to accomplish.

It's easy to say, but what are the solutions? All the people who come to propose marriage this time are of great origin. Even if Wang Ce is here, he may not dare to rely on Lao Gu's backstage to do whatever he wants.

There are some solutions, but Ruke really has some cruel ideas in his head. For example, the person who asked for marriage to Miu Guang, but none of these methods are reliable.

If Wang Ce had no background, had no strange identity, and had some lawless things, he might not dare to do it. Anyway, no one knew that Wang Ce had always had the idea of ​​running away if something was wrong.

With this kind of thought, Wang Ce is really not afraid of making things bigger, and no one is afraid of it.

"If it's a drag... I have... a solution!" Cui Yan pondered for a while, and suddenly stuttered and said a word: "Sad!"

Wang Ce obviously didn't know that his marriage with Zhu Haitang had already caused some variables under external factors. Before he came to the ghost world, the marriage was determined, and no one could have expected this sudden change.

Wang Ce was crawling on a mountainside at this time, looking at the Ghost Army station here, and then thinking about it: "It's this."

He almost chose the Ghost King's headquarters several times. Wang Ce is currently no match for the Ghost King. The Ghost King is a powerful man with a considerable qi and even a fighting spirit. Especially after devouring the war spirit, he will have strange fighting spirit skills and is difficult to deal with.

Practicing the mind is only a master of ingenuity, Wang Ce's defense is not weak at all. However, there is still little hope for the Ghost King.

However, there is no rush to attack immediately. Wang Ce ran away a little and released the lower-level hero war spirit Xu Xiake who was resurrected a few days ago. With a little communication, he would be in harmony with his heart and basically gain insight into Xu Xiake's skills.

After practicing Xu Xiake's fighting spirit skills, Wang Ce suddenly seemed like a rainbow, flying in the sky with amazing speed. When he landed on the ground, Wang Ce was satisfied: "A war spirit with speed fighting spirit skills has finally been resurrected."

The battle spirit skills are powerful because they are powerful, that is, they have strong explosive power and do not have endurance. However, having explosive power is enough. The explosion at a critical moment is enough to determine the success or failure of a life-and-death battle.

While preparing for the final battle, Wang Ce found a place to practice cross-legged: "The Jiegang Realm is indeed different."

A few days ago, Wang Ce had already digested the medicinal power and successfully broke through to the Jiegang Realm. However, according to the meaning of Lao Gu's letter and Wang Ce's usual understanding, it would be of little benefit to enter the Ninth Realm of Zhenwu too early.

Many young geniuses often wait for the age of eighteen or even twenty before they break through to the ninth realm of Zhenwu. This is because the Gangsha Realm must merge evil energy into the body and cause physical trauma.

Wang Ce’s understanding is that the evil spirits in the Gangsha Realm will basically stop the body from developing. Then Wang Ce’s unhappy guess is that many genius female warriors probably have natural flat chests.

"Yes, I seem to have stayed in the ghost world for a long time." I have been busy studying my mind, honing my martial arts, and even leading the battle spirit to plunder. Wang Ce then stole half a day of leisure in his life, and then suddenly remembered.

After calculating for a while, he was shocked: "No. I seem to be in the ghost world for almost two months, and I don't know what happened in the Northern Tang Dynasty."

Didn’t it mean that if you stay in the Nine Realms in the Ghost Realm for more than a month, you would leave your body secret injuries? Wang Ce carefully examined it, and there was no secret injuries, and he was immediately puzzled. He didn’t feel uncomfortable these days.

The yin energy in the ghost world seems to make him feel more comfortable, just like a secret injury is healing!

Without thinking much, Wang Ce thought that after robbing tomorrow, he should return to Northern Tang. There is a big game of chess in Northern Tang, waiting for the chess players and chess pieces to take their place.

Recently, a human warrior was active and attacked many ghosts?

Zhao Guishuai scoffed at him. Facing the ghost general sent by the Ghost King to pass on the order, it did not show it. The ghost spirit has a name. As long as it is very wise, it will at least give it a name for itself.

Zhao Guishuai did not look down on humans, but the ghost world is the world of ghost spirits. He really didn't take a warrior seriously. Although his wisdom was not complete, he also knew that sometimes Wuzong and Emperor Wu of Wu might also come to the ghost world to visit.

After sending off the messenger sent by the Ghost King, Zhao Guishuai gathered the ghost troops under his command and smiled very satisfied. As long as human warriors dared to come, they would be dead.

Many human warriors have always died in the ghost world every year. They die and come and die again. Some die, and some live again. Anyway, humans are always in a steady stream. Zhao Guishuai has lived for many years, and after seeing too much, he gets used to it.

A breath suddenly bloomed, and Zhao Guishuai's heart moved. A gray figure seemed to merge with the world into a color, quickly approaching from a distance, and soon arrived at the Ghost Army stationed area!

The sword technique is erratic and varied, and the creepy body technique is even more ghostly than ghosts. The simple and fatal fast sword has reaped more than ten ghost spirits in a blink of an eye.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful you are, are you stronger than the thousands of ghost troops under my command?" Zhao Guishuai sneered, secretly surprised this kid's swordsmanship, really fast.

A Jiegang Realm can have such a sharp and fast sword, which is definitely a big deal. Zhao Guishuai suddenly became interested: "Is it a young genius warrior? It must be a good feeling to kill them!"

Zhao Guishuai slammed into the air and fell from the sky, as if a dark cloud was rolled down!

I... Wang Ce was shocked and thought it was Sun Dasheng who was stepping on colorful auspicious clouds. It turned out that he was just stepping on dark clouds, and it seemed that he should be the Bull Demon King. With a chuckle, his body movements almost disappeared, and he couldn't stop.

The ghosts around him suddenly appeared in the throats of the ghosts, screaming and vanishing.

"What kind of fighting spirit skills do you hate the most?" Wang Ce said softly, and Caiju Dongli silently supported the strong wind, shattering with a rumbling rumbling, giving him time to avoid it.

"It's just a little guy. It's the most fun to kill a genius like you." Zhao Guishuai laughed wildly, and found that there was no trace of the person. A gray figure flew out of his eyes, dodged in horror, and was still stabbed by a fast sword.

The shadow was snatched silently, and it was really entangled like a ghost. A dripping sword occasionally emitted a strange sound like a drop of dew, and was about to stab the ghost's shoulder, but the dripping sword was curled strangely, and the tip of the sword was pointed towards the eyes like a snake letter.

Being close to the dripping sword is a situation that countless warriors hate. The higher the quality of the dripping sword, the more exaggerated the flexibility, and can even be folded in half like noodles or paper. How can you defend against such a sword?

The dripping sword fell into Wang Ce's hands, as if dry firewood hits fire, as if a slut met a slut, as if Clinton hits Lewinsky!

The originally weird sword, coupled with the weird and impermanent people, is even more weird and unimaginable.

Puchi Puchi, Zhao Guishuai caught him off guard, and there were many scars on his body, and he had an urge to be angry: "Human, you deserve to die!"

"Ghost handsome guy, if I were you, it would be better to change the line. For example, human, you are too handsome, so you should die!" Wang Ce smiled, as if a shadow was following him. He shook his wrist and the tip of the sword penetrated Guishou's arm.

In an instant, Wang Ce's true energy swung and moved, and the dripping sword turned into a thread-like twist. He slapped his palm and slapped it, and it burst out like a drill bit.

With his backhand, Wang Ce saw a clear look: "You can die!"

"Gold of Glass!" Zhao Guishuai let out the most fearful scream, and countless gray mist burst out from his body. A dripping sword twisted into threads forced into its head!

Wang Ce drew his sword with satisfaction and returned, suddenly raised his sword high and roared: "Li Chengliang, attack!"

The flood flowed overwhelmingly, and it was a dense war spirit army.

With an unyielding and determined attitude, he launched a terrifying attack and rushed into the chaotic and depressed ghost army in a blink of an eye. Li Chengliang roared and took the lead: "Liaodong Iron Cavalry, follow me to kill the enemy!"
Chapter completed!