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Chapter 662 I don't know whether to live or die

Um?!

Hearing the screams of the female ghost in front of him, the black-faced ghost ghost officer was slightly stunned.

But then he snorted coldly, and controlled the black bird feather sword and continued to stab him...

Master Ma, who was hiding behind, saw the scene in front of him, his lips raised again, showing a sinister smile of success in his tricks!

"Haha! This ghost messenger from the underworld is really easy to cheat."

He thought to himself, so he patted Boss Long and Nan Chu on the shoulders and comforted them not to be afraid. The matter has basically been resolved.

It was time to say that, just when the black feathered sword eye controlled by the ghost messenger was about to stab Chen Rongrong in the thigh.

Sudden!

A black cold light flashed from a distance.

The speed is incredibly fast!

Just a flash, the next moment appeared directly behind Chen Rongrong.

It was actually a black sword energy.

It happened to be very accurately blocked in front of the sword tip of the Toofeather Sword controlled by the black-faced ghost!

Crane!!!

A sound of metal weapons colliding sounded.

The sharp sword that changed from black feathers was blocked by this black sword energy and immediately trembled violently, almost shattering. It can be seen that the power of this black sword energy is far greater than that of the Bird Feather Sword.

Um?!

The black-faced ghost suddenly had a stern expression, and a look of shock appeared on his face, which was as cold as a thousand-year-old iceberg.

He waved his right hand back, and the trembling and wailing bird feather sword immediately flew back.

He hovered around the sky above his head, and the size decreased, and turned into a black bird feather. He inserted it back into the black-faced ghost's long head.

"Ah? What's going on? What's that? Even the ghost messenger's attack was blocked!"

Master Ma, who was hiding behind to watch the fun, suddenly looked surprised.

He was like a frog in the well, and he had hardly seen a Taoist priest at the realm of a real person on weekdays.

In his opinion, the ghost ghost messenger he summoned was already extremely powerful! He is an absolutely powerful supernatural being. Now who can easily block the opponent's attack before he appeared?

"Sir, Ghost Crew... What's going on?"

The evil paper master asked carefully, and a hint of uneasiness suddenly flashed through his heart.

As a result, the ghost messenger who was already taciturn was not even a bird!

And at this time, he ignored the terrifying female ghost, but stared at the direction where the black sword light had just flew over. He spoke in a puzzled tone: "Who is it? Or is it a fellow fellow? Why not come out and see me."

At this time, the voice of this black-faced ghost was no longer as cold as ice as before, and it became much gentler and stable!

Uh... It turns out that this guy can speak coherently, and he also knows how to slow down his tone.

Sure enough...

Whether it is the mundane world or the supernatural world.

Whether it is the world of the world or the underworld... strength, possession is the best criterion for measuring truth!

It seems like there was a very powerful Prussian iron-blooded person who said: The truth is within the range of the cannon!

By the same token, the ghost mess is just cold-hearted and hates evil. At the same time, as the "civil servant" in the underworld, he is more arrogant in words and deeds. It does not mean that he is a real fool.

The sword energy that flew over just now...

The breath alone is enough to make this black-faced ghost shake his mind and shock his soul!

"I can't say that he is a master. I'm in Fu Yang. I'm just a Taoist priest from the Maoshan lineage. I have recently practiced to the realm of the Three Talismans."

A cheerful voice with a bit of pretentious aura came out of the darkness ahead.

The black-faced ghost saw a sunny boy wearing a sports casual outfit walking slowly with his hands in his pockets with a faint smile.

There is also an amazingly beautiful woman next to me!

A black long dress is like a gloomy orchid blooming in the night. It is both charming and charming, and noble and elegant.

The black-faced ghost mess was already surprised enough to hear Fu Yang’s registration number and strength. You should know that after the death of Sanlu Zhenren, if he is willing to work in the underworld, his status would be much higher than that of his most basic ghost mess!

The moment he saw Weike, who was as beautiful as a fairy descending to earth, appeared, the cold black-faced ghost man who had just now trembled and his eyes suddenly widened.

It seems like I can't believe it!

At this time, the two gang leaders Long and Nan Chu, beside Master Ma, were already trembling. The moment he saw Weike appear, his eyes immediately shining, and a lustful heart was ready to move.

"This woman is so beautiful! You can catch it and make it feel good... I can ejaculate twenty times a night without feeling tired. I guess I can't bear to kill her, and I can play for the rest of my life!"

The boss dragon drooled in his mouth and said lustfully. He actually yy Weike!

Master Ma felt something was wrong based on his intuition. He was just trying to stop this disgusting and vulgar guy who was unrestrained. The black-faced ghost in front suddenly turned around, his eyes turned blood red and terrifying, staring at Boss Long, as if he was about to turn from a ghost in a fierce ghost.

"Ghost, Ghost Sergeant...you, why are you..."

Before Master Ma could finish his words, he suddenly felt a terrifying pressure.

It was like a tsunami that swept across it.

The evil spirit that is as powerful as imagined is almost condensed into substance!

All the living people on the scene, including Master Ma, felt as if they were about to suffocate and could not breathe.

The black-faced ghost felt that his legs were weak in this huge pressure. Fortunately, the dignity and blessing from the underworld made him not too careless.

But his lips trembled slightly: "It's indeed the Ghost King! I just don't know if it's a certain master from the underworld or a certain free ghost king who is unrestrained by Xianyun Yehe?"

How could it be that Weike and Fu Yang's strength, Boss Long say that, how could he not hear it?

So I was furious in an instant.

Vik's huge ghost king's divine thoughts came out of his body, covering the entire mansion hall.

As for Fu Yang, how can he tolerate his wife being verbally insulted by a villain?

"Male Gobi! I'll make you worse than death... The Claw of the Ghost Way!"

Fu Yang was like an angry lion, directly circulating the power of the ghost path and grabbed it with his right hand.

A huge, scaled animal claw was poked out, and like a little chick, he grabbed the dragon boss from the air and pulled it towards Fu Yang.

During this process, a few black ghost power had already grinded this guy into meat sauce.

This guy was still confused, but there were already bursts of unbearable pain in his lower body.

He shouted in horror in the air: "Master Ma save me, save me!"

"Sir, this..."

Before Master Ma could ask for help, he saw the black-faced ghost officer's extremely angry blood-red eyes staring at him.

He said in a cold tone that almost frozen: "You want to die, don't bring me with you! If you dare to say such words to a ghost king, I'm afraid even the noble judge Cui or even the Ten Palaces of Hell here may not be able to save him. After all, it's related to the dignity of the ghost king."

What?!!!

The black-faced ghost said this.

Master Ma's face turned pale, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning. He seemed to have a sharp hit on his head. His eyes were filled with stars and he could hardly think.

Can't even save Yan Luo when he comes?!

Ghost...Ghost King!

This peerless beauty is actually a ghost king!?

Master Ma feels that he is almost fainting. Chapter 7 is over)

The seventh update! The updates that I owe last weekend have been fully updated. Lao Wu perfectly demonstrated what it means to keep promises, what it means to be a model worker cough cough... so narcissistic). But no matter what, he shouted: Let me give you a few monthly tickets and rewards, friends!
Chapter completed!
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