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"Two Ghosts of the Underworld!" After seeing the other party's power, Meng Fei also changed completely. These two people are not ordinary people, but are just people of the peak realm of the Spirit King. One hand, the dead bones, ghost face and the God of Death Scythe are famous throughout the battlefield, but he never knew that the youth of the demon clan was so powerful that even these two old ghosts could be called. It seems that his status in the demon clan had reached a shocking level.

"Gaga, chirp..." The two old ghosts' grim smiles made Meng Fei's murderous aura weaken half. As for the rest of the people's faces changed drastically. Just after hearing the sound, they foamed at the mouth and twitched on the ground. They were rushed up and killed by others.

"You know the goods, but it's still too late to regret it now!" Holding the Death Scythe, the old man from the Demon clan chirped and laughed, which made Tang Fei feel a little uncomfortable.

"Hmph, if you want to kill me, I, Meng Fei, can be soft in anything, but my bones are not soft!"

Gritting his teeth, Meng Fei took a step forward without retreating. He waved a long blood sword to the extreme and rushed towards the smile of the skeleton who rushed over first.

The sound of the snorkeling sword light breaking through the air was constantly resounding, and even the sound of hundreds of people fighting below was covered up. This shows the power of this big sword, but the smile on the skeleton was not easy. The thing itself exuded a strange feeling. The owners of these skeletons were all killed by this old ghost, and their cultivation should be not weak. In addition, they were trained as weapons by using magic skills, but their resentment became stronger and stronger. They gathered and could not be disbanded. At this time, twenty or thirty skeletons gathered together, forming a strange smile on their faces, which greatly increased resentment. With a resentment, it was enough to make people feel extremely threatened.

Although Meng Fei's sword was Ling Lie and his domineering aura, he was only just able to break through the middle stage of the Spirit King, and his cultivation was no better than that of an old ghost. Although he slashed out with one sword, he was inevitably affected by some resentment. Ling Liebajue's sword technique in his hand was even slightly affected.

With a knife breaking through the air, with a loud bang, the big sword and the smiling skeleton face quickly collided. After hearing the sound, Tang Fei frowned before he saw anything else. It seemed that these two old ghosts were indeed a bit worthwhile. Meng Fei alone was enough to compete. It was even more difficult to defeat, and it was even more impossible than to say that there were two!

The violent collision caused the skeleton smiles to scatter, but in just a moment they had reorganized again. The two skeletons with eyes left behind the strange smiles emitted a faint green light at this time.

After being hit like this, Meng Fei flew backwards. The force under his knife was not weak, but he only temporarily split the smiling face of the skeleton, but he himself was knocked away by the huge recoil force.

The faint green light scattered down, and the most prosperous one went straight to Meng Fei, while the rest of the scattered light fell into the battlefield below. The demon warriors shining by the green light suddenly became a hundred times more powerful, as if they were knocked down, and suddenly became a mess. On the other hand, the human warriors shining by the green light looked confused and stopped on the spot. Some even raised their swords to cut down directly at some people beside them. It was obvious that their minds were greatly affected and even their enemies could not tell clearly.

The battlefield below was full of chaos, but Meng Fei could no longer care about it. At this time, he was also a clay Buddha who could not protect himself from crossing the river, so he could not care about the ordinary soldiers below.

The dark magic flame was higher than the other, and it burned directly towards Meng Fei. Meng Fei's face changed, and the bloody sword in his hand was waving, constantly repelling the magic flame. However, his body was extremely embarrassed, and several of them were broken on his clothes, and there were faint scars that were burned slightly black inside.

"The two ghosts of my underworld come out to kill you together, which is also giving you face!" The old ghost Yinsen smiled even more and more air conditioning. A god of death sickle was harvested in the sky, like harvesting wheat.

"I control my life myself. Even if it collapses, I will have to bite you a bite of blood!" The crisis of death enveloped Meng Fei. Meng Fei had no choice but to wave the blood sword in his hand forward, and a fascinating sword soul was released. It actually had a little similar taste to Tang Fei's Soul-Devouring Seven-Secret Sword. It should be because of its powerful sword technique. However, it is obviously inferior to the Soul-Devouring Seven-Secret Sword. It must be the power obtained by practicing the Seven-Secret Sword.

The sword soul was swung out, and the two old ghosts were stunned, and then calmed down. The skeleton rushed down with a smile on his face, and the Death Scythe was also angrily harvested.

"Meng Family Overlord Knife!"

The situation was urgent, and Meng Fei could not help but fight desperately. He swept forward the blood sword in his hand, and first slashed at the skeleton's smile. A sword soul followed like a shadow, and its power was not weak.

But with a clanging sound, the skull slashed onto the smiling face of the skull. This time the smiling face was also shaken away. Moreover, where the knife fell, the two skulls were shattered and shattered, with only a faint green light.

"Bastard! I want to take your three souls and seven spirits into it to avenge the destruction of weapons!" The old ghost was furious, and his weapon that had been practicing for decades was destroyed.

However, Meng Fei no longer cared about his threat at this time, because another old ghost, the God of Death's sickle, had already been harvested, and if he was not careful, he would be cut off in half.

"Overlord Sword! Kill!" Meng Fei roared suddenly, and the blood-red sword in his hand slashed it.

With a click, the long sword in his hand finally fell on the material. When he touched the Death Scythe, he broke it into three pieces, leaving a piece of cut-off knife.

Although the sword was split, the sword soul was immortal. A trace of destructive aura rushed out, and a sword soul also came out. Without the limitation of the blade, the sword soul had a three-pointer. One sword only broke through the sky and met the death scythe that was about to be harvested!

With a dull sound, the sword soul flew out of Meng Fei's hand finally slashed on the Death Scythe. As Tang Fei expected, the sword soul was powerful, and it actually blocked the Death Scythe and knocked it away. However, it was this sword that almost emptied 80% of the spiritual energy in Meng Fei's body. At this time, the spiritual energy in his body was about to bottom out and it must not last long, and he could no longer launch such a powerful and domineering attack.

Seeing that the other party's hideous and ugly skeleton face was crushed again, Meng Fei felt a chill in his heart. At this time, the skeleton's smile had turned into an angry face. It was obvious that he had just been injured by Meng Fei and had changed.

"Die!" A sudden shout, the skeleton's angry face crushed down, and the lush green light made Meng Fei feel more and more palpitations.

Before I could think too much, there was only a broken knife left in my hand, but it was better than that. Meng Fei held the hilt tightly and waved it forward, which also inspired a dazzling sword light. The sword light fell but it was no longer threatening the skeleton's angry face.

With a click, the sword light had broken, and the skeleton's smiling face was only blocked for a moment, and it was crushed again. At this time, the Death Scythe was also cut.

Meng Fei could not hear anything except the whistling air and the faint crunch of space that was about to break.

"Are you just dead?" Meng Fei felt desperate, but he didn't feel any regret at all, so he was unwilling to accept it.

"It turns out that he is a tough guy! At the critical moment of life and death, he has no fear and no regrets, except for his unwillingness to die! This person is worthy of my rescue!"

Looking at Meng Fei's reaction, Tang Fei thought to himself that his subordinates had already taken action.

With the golden bow in hand, pull it hard!

There is a lack of spiritual energy here, but the energy of heaven and earth is not restricted. The surrounding space is very unstable. A strong wind suddenly appeared in the space. The hurricane inside the space was flooding wildly. At the same time, it also brought sufficient energy to the arrow feathers in Tang Fei's hand. However, this time, it may be because of the special nature of this place, and the light arrow formed was pitch black, like thick ink.

With a click, the light arrow brought lightning and lightning. As Tang Fei's right hand pulled the bow in his hand relaxed, the light arrow carried the power of lightning and rushed out with a thunder and lightning.
Chapter completed!