"Hehehehe, so what if Lin Zhan, the commander of the Southern Region, from now on, I am a god!"
Whoosh!
The ghost leaped into the air and jumped more than ten feet high. In mid-air, with its feet together, it hit Lin Zhan's head with a heavy fall.
Bang!
Whether it was the members of the Moon Shadow Team or the disciples of the Bloodthirsty Team, the entire audience was silent as they stared at Lin Zhan and Gui Mei.
Lin Zhan stood motionless, looking coldly at the falling ghost.
When he was more than one meter away from his head,
Whoosh!
Lin Zhan suddenly turned sideways, easily dodging the ghost's attack, and then whipped his leg.
Bang!
Gui Mei never expected that Lin Zhan would be so fast, and it was already too late to dodge further.
In a hurry, he rolled on the spot and barely escaped Lin Zhan's whip.
Seeing the ghost rolling on the ground, Lin Zhan's eyes flashed with viciousness.
Moran's tragic death came to mind.
call!
He suddenly burst into rage.
Bang!
Bang!
…
He kicked the ghost several times in a row.
Look at Lin Zhan's speed.
Gui Mei, who was originally confident of winning, felt uneasy in his heart. This time he vowed to regain all the face he had lost before.
Whoosh!
Seeing that the ghost had nowhere to hide, just when Lin Zhan kicked out his last kick, the ghost slapped the ground with both hands and flew up.
Bang!
Lin Zhan kicked the wall.
boom!
The entire wall collapsed.
Kicking up choking dust.
The ghost in the air was glad in his heart. If he hadn't hid in time, he might not have been able to save his bones with just this kick.
Lin Zhan's eyes were red at this time, and his gaze never left the ghost.
"hack!"
The ghost who got the empty punch directly punched him, his fist whistling in the wind.
"Xingyiquan!"
Eileen suddenly saw the ghost's boxing skills and was shocked.
Bang!
Lin Zhan didn't retreat and stepped forward. He made a fist with his right hand and collided with the ghost's chopping fist.
Bang!
Bang!
Gui Mei only felt a sharp pain in his palm.
"Ouch!"
He cried out in pain and hurriedly tried to withdraw his fist. How could Lin Zhan give him a chance?
Snapped!
Hold his wrist directly and exert force with one hand.
Boom!
The ghost's wrist dropped directly.
"Oh, I'll go!"
The ghost screamed and kicked Lin Zhan's lower body with his right foot.
"I'll fucking cut you off from your descendants!"
The ghost cursed in a hoarse voice.
Lin Zhan immediately let go of his hand and flew into the air, avoiding the ghost's attack.
Bang!
The figure turned into a phantom and fell directly.
"Oops, not good!"
Gui Mei felt that the top of his head was suppressed by an invisible aura, making him unable to move.
No longer caring about the pain in his wrist, he rolled to the side.
"you are too slow!"
Lin Zhan's voice seemed to come from hell.
Bang!
Kicked the ghost on the back.
Plop!
The ghost lay directly on the ground.
Wow, I couldn't control it anymore, and blood spurted out.
"Unexpectedly, you are actually a Transformation Realm Martial Saint!"
The ghost wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up from the ground unsteadily.
He grinned happily at Lin Zhan.
"There are people outside the world, ghosts and ghosts. Today next year will be your memorial day!"
Lin Zhan snorted coldly.
At this moment, he is the undefeated God of War Zhan Xuanyuan.
"Haha, Lin Zhan, you really have a few tricks up your sleeve, but you were too proud too early."
The ghost smiled strangely and took action at the same time.
Bang!
The uninjured hand grabbed Lin Zhan's chest directly.
Lin Zhan sneered at the corner of his mouth.
Snapped!
"Um?!"
Lin Zhan caught the ghost and immediately felt something was wrong.
"Haha, Lin Zhan, I gave it to you!"
The ghost laughed loudly, and withdrew his palm flexibly, and Lin Zhan had something the size of an egg in his hand.
"Thunderbolt?!"
Lin Zhan knew what he was holding without looking.
As the name suggests, the power of a thunderbolt can explode the sky, let alone the mortal Lin Zhan.
"Haha, go to hell!"
After the ghost finished speaking, he jumped into the air and jumped out of the window.
boom!
There was an explosion behind him, followed by thick smoke.
"Haha, if Lin Zhan dies in my hands, from now on, I will be the king of the underground!"
The ghost looked up to the sky and laughed.
Whoosh!
A figure flew out and punched the ghost in the air.
Bang!
One shot was taken on the ghost's chest.
The ghost immediately flew out like a kite whose string had been cut off.
"you!"
The ghost who fell to the ground looked at each other in shock.
Lin Zhan stood in front of the ghost unscathed.
"Ghost, how could the thunderous thunder be in your hands?"
This is a miniature bomb, and even the troops in the southern region only have a few of them.
Now, it appears in the hands of ghosts.
It seems that those who teach ghost martial arts also have ulterior motives.
The ghost clutched his chest and looked at Lin Zhan who was condescending.
"Haha, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Lin Zhan, after all calculations, I didn't expect you to be the Transformation Realm Martial Saint. I..."
Halfway through Gui Mei's words, a painful expression suddenly appeared on his face.
"Ghost, everything has its destiny. You are eager for quick success. In two months, you have gone from being a mere warrior to the peak of martial arts. You are undoubtedly doing your best. Those who teach you martial arts will definitely know this truth."
Lin Zhan knew that the ghost's state at this time was caused by the obsession with Qigong.
Even if he doesn't take action, the ghost will die against the blood.
After hearing Lin Zhan's words, Gui Mei's face turned pale with fright.
Of course he knows what his current situation represents.
"Haha, I can't believe that I, the ghost, still couldn't defeat you!"
Lin Zhan raised his palm.
Snapped!
He slapped it down with one palm.
Gui Mei was already seriously injured and could not escape Lin Zhan's palm.
By the time Lin Zhan withdrew his palm, the ghost had fallen to the ground and died.
Whoosh!
After killing the ghost, Lin Zhan returned to the private room again.
"Ghost!"
The disciples of the Blood-devouring Sect knew that something was wrong when they saw Lin turning back.
Without ghosts, they are nothing.
Whoosh!
Lin Zhan's figure became a phantom, shuttling among the Blood-devouring Sect disciples.
Waves of screams resounded throughout the night sky.
Residents nearby have their windows closed and no one dares to come out.
A few minutes later, Lin Zhan stood with his hands behind his hands, blood flowing like a river under his feet.
This is the first time Lin Zhan has gone on a killing spree since the last war in the Southern Region.
Looking at the corpses on the ground, Lin Zhan's eyes were slightly red.
"Moran, brothers of the Wild Wolf Team, I, Lin Zhan, have avenged you!"
Aileen and Qiu Tian did not dare to say a word, looking at Lin Zhan whose eyes were filled with sadness.
"Clean up and retreat!"
After a long time, Lin Zhan calmed down and spoke calmly.
"yes!"
Someone came out immediately and quickly cleared the scene.
A few minutes later, Lin Zhan took Irene and Qiu Tian back to Xiangge Garden.
"Boy, is it over?"
Seeing Lin Zhan coming back, Zhu Youan walked down the stairs and asked calmly.
Lin Zhan nodded, his great revenge was avenged, but Lin Zhan was not happy at all. No matter what, those brothers who shared the joys and sorrows with him would never come back.