Bai Qi slashed out his sword again, and the bloody sword shadow flew past.
The bodies of the three ghosts around him were immediately cut in half.
With stumps flying around, this doesn't look like a hotel at all, but more like a Shura field.
In less than half a minute, Bai Qi alone had killed more than 80 of the hundreds of ghost kings.
It seems that the more kills he kills, the stronger his power becomes.
And those big ghost kings who besieged Bai Qi tried their best, but they couldn't even touch the hem of Bai Qi's clothes.
When the last big man around him was cut into two pieces with a sword, Bai Qi did not continue to attack.
Instead, he stood there, like a giant pine standing on the top of a mountain, so lonely and lonely.
There were less than twenty big men left on the field, and they were Zhao Yun's prey.
He didn't want to take away Zhao Yun's actual combat opportunity.
Bang!!
Zhao Yunhuan glanced around as he shot away a second-level ghost king rushing in front of him.
I found that there was a mass of big men lying on the ground.
All those people had stopped moving, and the wounds on their bodies were all killed by a sword.
"As expected of Bai Qi, he can kill instantly with a sword. I still need to keep working hard, otherwise, I won't be able to catch up with his strength."
Zhao Yun thought secretly in his heart.
His soul power value is only one million, so it is a little difficult to deal with these two-level ghost kings.
But with his Hundred Birds Shooting Phoenix Spear, he can continue to fight.
"Damn it, everyone concentrate their firepower and defeat the weakest Zhao Yun first!"
The only third-level ghost king on the field, seeing that Bai Qi was too strong, immediately ordered everyone to kill Zhao Yun first.
He finally figured out that although the soul power of these two people was low, the quality of their soul power must be much higher than them.
Zhao Yun has one million soul power, but it is obvious that he has just broken through and has not yet stabilized.
Therefore, Zhao Yun is their breakthrough point.
Whoosh!
A big ghost king man holding a long sword came behind Zhao Yun and wanted to sneak attack Zhao Yun.
But he obviously underestimated Zhao Yun's reaction speed.
After all, Zhao Yun had fought in the Shu Han Dynasty for so many years during his lifetime, so it can be said that Zhao Yun was a born warrior.
With his soul power pushed to the limit, Zhao Yun stabbed out the bright silver gentian spear on one side of his body and in his right hand, and used a ghost technique like a dragon's spear.
The Ghost King who made the sneak attack was stunned. He thought he was in the blind spot behind Zhao Yun and could successfully attack with one sword.
Unexpectedly, his little move had been noticed by others, and in the end it caught him off guard.
Amidst the lightning and flint, the sneak attacker drew back his knife and blocked it, with the blade just in time to stop the silver spear that was stabbing him.
Clang!
Sparks flew everywhere, and then the gentian bright silver spear penetrated directly through the blade and pierced the sneak attacker's body.
This shot was crisp and clean, killing the soul with one shot. Zhao Yun immediately retracted the silver spear.
"Damn it, it's obviously just a heroic spirit that has just broken through to the first level Ghost King, why can't you kill him?"
The third-level ghost king's eyes flashed fiercely.
Bai Qi has a very good reputation for killing so many thugs, so he can accept it.
But Zhao Yun is just a fierce general of the Three Kingdoms.
He's not the strongest general like Lu Bu, so why can't he win?
He was about to continue to speak and order everyone to attack.
At this time, a dark ice-like spear light bloomed from Zhao Yun's gentian silver spear.
Filling the entire hotel space.
And the target of that spear light was pointed at the third-order ghost king.
"Oops!"
The third-level ghost king's scalp went numb. The power in this spear's light had obviously exceeded the power of one million souls.
If he was hit, he would never be sure he could survive it.
"Pre-emptive strike!"
Immediately, the third-level ghost king showed fierceness on his face, pulled out the broadsword he always carried, poured all three million soul power into the broadsword, and slashed with all his strength.
Buzz!!
A buzzing sound came out, and the broadsword flew out like a tide with the force of breaking through the air.
He just wanted to use this sword to destroy Zhao Yun's spear light, otherwise, the situation would be unfavorable to him.
"Ghost skills, Zilong Wushuang!"
Zhao Yun shouted loudly, his figure was like lightning, and he dodged strangely at the moment when the third-level ghost king's sword came flying towards him.
call!!!
The sword wielded by three million souls missed the target and fell on the opposite wall, splitting it in two.
Zhao Yun didn't care about what was happening behind him. His Zilong Wushuang ghost technique was still going on. He saw the opportunity and rushed forward.
In an instant, he appeared in front of the third-level ghost king. The dazzling gun light was close at hand. Zhao Yun's right hand holding the gun suddenly pushed forward.
Gives you a bright straight line.
This is his famous ghost technique, hundreds of birds shooting at the phoenix spear!
The third-level ghost king turned pale with fright, kicked his feet towards the ground, and used all his strength to retreat as hard as he could.
This shot will kill him. He must not be stabbed!
Zhao Yun seemed to have anticipated this situation. Wushuang's ghost skills followed him like a shadow. The third-level ghost king escaped quickly, but Zilong Wushuang chased him even faster.
"Damn it, since you won't let me go, then we will die together!"
The third-level ghost king was forced into a desperate situation, the murderous intention in his heart exploded, and the sword full of soul power was slashed out again.
Even if the gentian bright silver spear can pierce his body, Zhao Yun will definitely be struck by this sword.
boom!!
The third level ghost king is really not that easy to kill.
With a desperate blow, a huge gust of wind erupted.
In the end, the third-level ghost king didn't choose to slash Zhao Yun with his sword, but struck the gentian silver spear. He was still reluctant to bear his own ghost life and was unwilling to die with Zhao Yun.
Amidst the explosion, Zhao Yun was knocked back by the strong wind because his soul power was weaker than his opponent's.
However, relying on Zilong Wushuang's body skills, he still continued to move forward at the moment of being shaken back.
A palm was slapped on the bottom of the gun handle, and in an instant, the gun light turned into countless soul-light flying birds, which rushed towards the body of the third-level ghost king like a worshiping phoenix.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
The soul-light flying bird penetrated into the body of the third-level ghost king, and then emerged from his back. In a moment, the third-level ghost king was stabbed into a sieve, fell to the ground, and died like a soul corpse!
A third-level ghost king who had been famous for many years was killed by Zhao Yun using two moves.
It's as easy as drinking water and eating.
It also gave Zhao Yun a deeper understanding of the newly awakened ghost arts, Zilong Wushuang.
This ghost technique allows him to have faster movements in battle, and it is not difficult for him to even use this technique to leapfrog and challenge stronger opponents.
"The leader was killed by Zhao Yun?"
Looking at the third-level ghost king who had fallen to the ground, the remaining thugs were all frightened.
They thought that even if they couldn't defeat Bai Qi, the God of Death, they could at least torture Zhao Yun.
But now, not only can Zhao Yun not be tortured, but the scene has become Zhao Yun's personal performance show.
Simply terrible!
Wow!!
The last ghost king, the big man, was also stabbed to death by Zhao Yun's gentian spear. Ji Yaner brought all the thugs to take revenge on the ghost-catching dragon king. Since then, all their souls have been wiped out, and no one has survived!
In the field, only Bai Qi, who was full of murderous intent, like a ghost from hell, and the handsome general standing with a gun were left.
At the same time, the Ghost Hunting Dragon King was leaning leisurely on the sofa, seemingly not caring about any of this at all, and looking extremely bland.