In an instant, the people in the field separated, and the two sides were clearly separated. As soon as the ghost coach appeared, Wan Gang and his people immediately felt as if they were staring at the natural enemy. The ghost coach's will came. Some people's faces turned pale, especially the warriors, and some of them were even more unbearable. Some of them had weak legs and sat on the ground.︽

Wan Gang roared, barely getting rid of Gui Shuai's will, and his body and sword were integrated. His tragic aura arose, and he rushed straight to Gui Shuai. Gui Shuai waved his hand and with a bang, a cloud of fog knocked him away.

Wan Gang was in the air, his whole body was as cold as frost. He opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The blood had changed color. Facing the ghost coach, he did not catch a single move. Among the remaining people, the Green Forest master was even more unbearable. The ghost soldiers raised their swords and guns and stabbed them on their bodies, like phantoms, but these mortal warriors suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, and their lives had disappeared.

The master of the temple was very happy. The talisman painted by the true disciples was indeed extraordinary. For a moment, the momentum was very prosperous. Although there were more than twice as many people than them, the situation immediately reversed as soon as the ghost coach came out.

When Ji Man saw that the skills in his hand were together, he took the first move. His attack seemed nothing, but the attack of the ghost coach failed. Not only did it fail, but many people in Nangong Yifang fell to the ground with screams.

On Ji Man's side, the ghost soldiers were obviously slashing at their bodies, but there was nothing wrong with them. The damage was naturally transferred to the other party. The people in Nangong were immediately confused. What kind of magic is this?

"You accept your fate!" Ji Man said lightly, and a peach wood sword appeared in his hand. This was his magic weapon. He looked spotless and dressed in white, and stood out among the crowd.

The ghost coach turned his eyes to him, and a pressure suddenly pressed on him. His face changed, he pointed to a sword in his hand and shouted: "Langlang Qiankun, how can you allow your existence!"

The peach wood sword emitted a purple-red light, containing the evil-proof thunder method, and shot on the ghost coach. With a bang, a ball of light burst out. Before the light passed, he laughed: "It's just that!"

He felt something was wrong in vain. A danger did not disappear with the thunder fire, but with the thunder fire, and his momentum grew rapidly. A big green hand grabbed it in the air. Unlike the ordinary grasping hand, the ghost coach on the opposite side had a long body, ten feet tall, green face and fangs, and a green light in his eyes. His hands were covered with gloomy wind and caught it on the head.

In a hurry, Ji Man pointed a sword in his hand at a warrior not far away. At this time, he didn't care about his demeanor. Strangely, this time there was no light visible to his sword.

The big hand grabbed him and was grabbing him. With a scream, the person in the ghost coach's hand changed his appearance and had become the warrior. He was still holding a knife in his hand and quickly dried up.

Not far away, the warrior's body changed and became Ji Man. Although he was a little embarrassed, he escaped. Seeing this, the observer suddenly shouted: "Are you a member of Taiyi Sect?"

The observer recognized it as the substitute stealth technique of Taiyi Sect. This spell is a magical technique. The observer doesn't know what happened. As long as there is someone within a certain range, he can instantly become someone else, while others become his scapegoat, and even replace him when he is caught by the enemy.

Ji Man escaped with the substitute stealth technique, but Gui Shuai did not let him go. He raised his foot and stepped on it directly. For Gui Shuai, Ji Man was like a toad, stepping on him with one foot, and another scream. Another warrior discovered that people discovered that people had changed under Gui Shuai's feet, and not far away, where the warrior should be, his figure changed, and the warrior turned into Ji Man.

These two warriors are Ji Man's own people. Originally, warriors and monks came, but relying on monks, now they didn't understand when they saw it. They ran away and suddenly dispersed. The man on the side of the siege also retreated, looking at Ji Man, only thinking that he was a demon.

When Ji Man saw that the Ghost Shogun threw three steel forks in his hand and penetrated them straight towards Ji Man. Ji Man's tone was cold: "You are just a wandering soul, and you have forced me to make a fool of yourself twice. Even the clay man has a three-point personality. You can come here, let me deal with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out something from his body. It was the Lingguan mace and threw it into the air. The Lingguan mace rose in the air, and turned it drippingly, emitting thousands of lights, forming an image of the gossip, and hit it up against the steel fork.

With a bang, the ghost handsome's steel fork scattered, turning into green Mars scattered like fireflies. The sky gradually became late, and the green fire was like fireworks on the day.

The Spirit Official Mace defeated the steel fork, and raised it a little higher, and blasted at the Ghost Supervisor with countless lights. The Ghost Supervisor opened his mouth and squirted, and countless ghost heads burned towards the Spirit Official Mace with the green fire. The ghost sounds in the air were chirping, with amazing momentum.

The people on both sides shouted and collided again. The spell's aura was entangled with swords and shadows. Ji Man fought against the Ghost Commander. Relying on the power of the Spirit Official Mace, he killed all directions among the countless ghost strokes summoned by the Ghost Commander, but there were more ghost soldiers, and the Ghost Commander, and the Ghost Commander was in a stalemate for a while.

However, the host of the temple retreated step by step. A fire broke out in the Nangong family's other courtyard, and more than 20 people had died in battle. The host of the temple felt distressed. At this time, Mo Xian had arrived, but he did not immediately enter the battlefield.

He, Wei Qing and Xie Cao'er were temporarily invisible. The people from both sides were entangled. Neither of the three of them had any idea to show up immediately. Just keep the subject. It was not that they were indifferent, but that they had different purposes.

Mo Xian saw the ghost coach fighting Ji Man, and the ghost coach gradually gained the upper hand. There seemed to be endless ghost soldiers around him, trapping Ji Man, but Ji Man's magical powers were very strange, which often caused the ghost soldiers to be confused. With one finger of the peach wood sword in his hand, the ghost soldiers often killed each other. Although the ghost soldiers woke up after a while, if nothing unexpected happened, this situation would continue for a while.

At this moment, the ghost general suddenly dispersed, and the ghost soldiers also dispersed, like the wind swaying the broken clouds. Mo Xian knew that something was wrong at first sight. The summoned person died, and he secretly blamed the master in his heart, why didn't he protect this person?

As soon as Mo Xian arrived, he knew that it was not the contemplation of the master, but another monk. It was probably the contemplation of the master who knew that it would cost his life and chose a young man. But what Mo Xian did not expect was that the contemplation did not tell him the consequences at all, and the monk was fooled in a confused manner.

Wan Gang had seen the monk a long time ago and knew that he had summoned the Ghost Shuai. He did not block a single move in the fight with the Ghost Shuai. He directly slapped the Ghost Shuai away and was injured, but Ji Man blocked the Ghost Shuai.

Wan Gang rushed into the crowd, and several monks stopped him. He was like a mad tiger. After a while, several monks came up and fought each other, and he was able to escape.

As soon as he escaped, the cut-off sword turned into a long rainbow, dividing the monk beside him in two pieces. As soon as the monk died, the summoning lost its source. The projection of the ghost coach immediately dissipated, and all the visions that came from the summoning disappeared.

Ji Man escaped, he dusted the dust on his body, returned to clean himself, and walked slowly: "You haven't surrendered yet, look, so far, there are still a few people left in you. You just sent a distress signal, where are the rescuers?"

After hearing what he said, Mo Xian nodded at Xie Caoer and Wei Qing, and the three of them suddenly appeared on the spot: "Who are you? How dare you attack General Nangong's other courtyard?"

The host's body became weak and almost sat down. He was so tired that he tried his best to support him. If he hadn't sent a message for help, his old bone would have been paralyzed long ago and finally waited for the rescue.

Looking at the three people who suddenly appeared, Ji Man smiled: "It's just you three, who do I think they are!"

The pink-faced man Li Shangqun laughed with an ordinary monk. Li Shangqun said, "I'll take him down and see what they have to say." After saying that, his shoulders swayed slightly, and a half-moon magic weapon suddenly flew up, shining with dazzling yellow light, sweeping Mo Xian straight away.

Wei Qing was furious, and the flying sword appeared and stopped it in the air. Mo Xian's face sank, his left arm raised lightly, and a light red light rushed straight to Li Shangqun. With a sound, he tied him to the ground. He turned his body to the ground, and his magic power was suppressed. The half-moon magic weapon in the sky immediately faded. Wei Qing's flying sword attacked him and easily opened it. Following the sword technique, the flying sword had fallen on him. With a scream, he died immediately.

The people on both sides did not react. When everyone understood that Li Shangqun had already struck the body on the spot, Mo Xian was happy. It seemed that Wei Qing had seen it clearly in actual combat and was cruel and ruthless, but I like it.

When the other party understood, they immediately became angry and all kinds of magic weapons came over. The master and the others immediately met up. Mo Xian did not move, and his eyes were always looking at Ji Man. He understood that this was the other party's head, and he could not defeat the attack of the ghost coach just now, which shows his ability.

Only a scream was heard, Xie Caoer and Wei Qing saw the merit again, and Xie Caoer slashed the Duo's Xiong Luotai with one sword. Moreover, although Wei Qing did not kill the other party, he blocked a piece of sword and gained the upper hand. As for the true disciple of the Immortal Sect, he was indeed not a false reputation. Compared with the same person, he was much more powerful than a casual cultivator.

Ji Man moved, and as soon as he made a move, he was the spiritual official mace. The spiritual official mace spread out in the air, emitting thousands of lights, forming the shape of the Eight Trigrams, and suppressed Mo Xian.

A talisman appeared in Mo Xian's eyes, and the Yin Talisman Sword appeared in his hand, and the sword energy was slashed out. It was strange that one sword separated the Eight Trigrams and slashed onto the Spirit Official Mace. A ball of light burst out from the Spirit Official Mace.

Ji Man hurriedly took back the spiritual official mace and glanced at it. Seeing that he was not injured, he felt relieved. He took a few steps back. The peach wood sword appeared in his hand and shouted: "Stop!"

Everyone was stunned. The two teams separated. There were only twelve people on the side of Nangong, and only five monks were left, while there were more than fifty people on the other side. Although most of them were warriors, the number of monks was nearly twenty.

"Have you killed my nephew Mei?"

"Nephemer Mei? Who are you?" Mo Xian was stunned. He didn't react for a moment. Nephemer Mei was Mei Banxian.

"I am Ji Man from Taiyi Sect." Ji Man stared at Mo Xian with a close eye. Seeing Mo Xian was stunned, he showed his appearance of Master Mei's nephew. He was disappointed. It seemed that he was not the murderer. This was because he thought he could see the clues. He did not talk about Mei Xian's nephew, but about Mei Banxian. Mo Xian immediately understood who it was, but when he talked about Mei Qin, how could others know that Mei Banxian was your nephew.
Chapter completed!