Tushanjun didn't care about the singing and drinking of the high school.

He felt that it was not satisfying to drink the wine bottle, so he grabbed the wine jar and opened his bloody mouth and let the wine enter his stomach.

Eat and drink, and it is not affected.

"Dongdong."

Heavy footsteps sounded, and a tall evil ghost appeared at the door of the lobby.

There were about six feet three, and there were two little ghosts next to him.

It has green face and fangs, logs and chiseled teeth, and two ghost horns less than an inch on its forehead. It is smaller than Tushanjun's ghost horns and lighter in color.

If we say who is the two-horned ghost king, it is easy to be considered Tushanjun.

As soon as the two-horned ghost came in, he immediately locked in Tushanjun with his eyes and shouted: "Why is that green-faced servant pretending to be me?"

"You are so unreasonable. You pretend to be me and you dare to speak out." Tu Shanjun wiped his mouth, and when he grinned, his sharp fangs were spliced ​​together tightly, and his expression looked inexplicably ferocious.

The ghost in the palace looked at me, and I looked at you, but there was no advice or anything.

Since there are two double-horned ghost kings, of course the one who can fight is real, they will not distinguish who is real and who is fake like humans.

The stronger the double angle, the better, the defeated one is not the double angle.

Hearing Tushanjun's words, the double-horned ghost king was furious.

"So brave!"

In an instant, the double-horned ghost king had already appeared in front of Tushanjun. He was furious and cruel in his expression, clenched his fist as big as a casserole and waved it.

The rush of the fist made Tushanjun's wild red hair spread.

But there was no difference in Tushanjun's expression.

"Is it too big to stop me?"

"Then let me die." The double-horned ghost roared.

The ghosts in the room were just watching.

However, the bone girl who was nestled beside Tushanjun opened her eyes widened, and she could feel the coldness of her skin.

The sharpness is like cutting the skin into the bones.

It's close.

Getting closer.

Even the tiny hairs on the face tilted over.

If this punch fell on her head, she had already foreseen that her head would explode like a watermelon.

"Bang."

The bone girl closed her eyes tightly and curled up into a ball.

The pain in the imagination did not come, but instead made people feel quiet and stable.

The bone girl, who was huddled in the shadow, opened her eyes and looked up.

The blue-black arm was horizontally placed in front of him, and he remained motionless. The wide-minded ghost hand grabbed the fist that the two-horned ghost was attacking.

Single-arm blocking.

Tu Shanjun raised his head and drank loudly, and the bloody wine was poured into his bloody mouth.

Silky will flow out along the corner of your mouth, spreading red hair like a wild beast's mane, wild and unruly.

The two bone girls in the shadow actually saw the look of admiration in each other's eyes.

When the two-horned ghost saw it, he was shocked and his free left hand flew again.

"ah!"

"Bang."

The wine jar was broken immediately, but the wine jar was already empty.

Tu Shanjun clenched violently, and the residue in the wine jar in his hand suddenly turned into powder, with a half bow and horizontal fist.

Banging.

With a bang, the body of the double-horned ghost was knocked away.

I rolled on the ground several times before I could barely stop.

I spit out black blood mixed with it. Just as I was about to look up, I suddenly felt dark in front of me.

It turned out that it was the huge body blocking the light behind it.

The two-horned ghost looked up and saw a pair of scarlet ghost eyes open in the shadow in the backlight.

A terrifying sense of oppression came, making him timid for no reason.

He growled with his horns, his eyes were full of alert, his body muscles were completely tense, and the black mist floated unnaturally.

Tu Shanjun wiped the corner of his mouth.

Good wine.

It's just too little, it's not satisfying.

It’s better to have a cup of wine and make a mistake, so it’s better to cook this pair of horned ghosts first.

Tu Shanjun stepped on the ground suddenly, and immediately stood on the ground with his bow and horse, his body as if it was stretched out, and his fist, which was bigger than a casserole, waved.

The double-horned ghost roared and bounced up directly. Although it was a moment slower, he also swung his fist.

Two fists collided.

The oscillating ripples just escaped.

But Tushanjun's fist is better.

A punch passed.

The double-horned ghost's arms were completely broken, hanging down like noodles.

Even his body was blown away again.

He hit the pillars of the hall hard.

Most of the body was embedded in it, and black and red blood flowed down the gap.

The two-horned ghost pulled his body out of the sealed pillar.

Blood flowed down the top of his head, and his hunched body gradually became taller.

"Hahaha."

The double-horned ghost laughed, and his arms turned like noodles, quickly recovered from the repair of the black ghost fog.

"I thought you were so strong that it was only this level."

"Then you'd better die for me."

The two ghost horns on the forehead of the double-horned ghost gradually grew.

It turned into blue and black, and his own aura was rapidly increasing.

Although the two-horned ghost is still 80% qi-trained, the level of danger that he gives Tu Shanjun now is completely different from the initial one.

Meanwhile, the bihorned ghost closed his eyes.

"Close your eyes on the battlefield and have fun."

Tu Shanjun murmured in his heart: "Can you still be happy?"

No matter what the double-horned ghost uses, even if he increases his strength to the ninth level of Qi training, he will be defeated by his fists.

In the blink of an eye, he fist came.

The two-horned ghost with closed eyes swayed slightly, dodging Tushanjun's punch.

At the same time, both palms were lifted from the bottom and slapped on Tushanjun's belly.

Tu Shanjun took a step back and looked down. There were two ghost hand marks on his stomach, and black blood flowed down the wound.

If it weren't for the shift of his center, he might not have moved, but it is undeniable that the bi-horned ghost not only dodged his fist, but also printed the attack with his backhand.

It seems that I have to show some real skills.

This requires Wen Yue to support his magic power.

Wen Yue in the village at the foot of the mountain opened his eyes and looked solemn.

Originally, the mana input was relatively stable, but just now, he inputted the soul banner with at least double the mana.

"Sir, I'm in trouble."

You don’t have to think about it and know that at this time, there must be a battle with the ghost.

Fortunately, I was well prepared, both the spirit stones and the ghost pill were within reach.
To be continued...