Everyone looked ahead with wary expressions. The shadow members quickly gathered into formation, like a sharp blade, and the blade was Ling Qianshan.
Lin Feng glanced at the formation set up by the shadow from one side and nodded slightly. It seemed that the shadow had some strength.
In contrast, the people in the rear who were still clamoring for the green fruit became confused at this time. Some people took out their weapons, while others couldn't help but want to escape backwards, but there were also people in the rear.
It was dark, and they didn't dare to run away by themselves. Their remaining sense told them that if they ran away alone, they would really die.
There was only danger at the moment but no life-threatening danger for the time being. Lin Feng guessed that if the shadows could not resist these white ghosts, these people would probably run away immediately.
On the contrary, Wang Anping in the crowd was holding a long sword at this time. His position was slightly in front of the crowd, but not far from the formation set up by the shadow members. This courage had exceeded that of many ordinary monks.
Lin Feng just glanced at these people and stopped looking at these people. The white ghost had already arrived fifty meters away, took out a spear from behind, and emitted a faint light after injecting his true energy.
The next moment, Lin Feng stepped forward and raised his hand, throwing the spear towards the group of white ghosts. The spear burst out from his hand, and a sonic boom exploded in the space. At that moment, the extreme power made Qianshan stunned.
My heart was shaken by this.
The shadow behind Lin Feng was also shocked by the power of this shot. It turned out that those skeletons were killed by such a shot. The spear broke through the air and came to the group of white ghosts in just a breath.
The white ghost that bore the brunt was stabbed by the spear and let out a shrill cry, leaving a hole as big as its head in its body.
Before the remaining power of the spear was exhausted, it passed through four white ghosts one after another. After penetrating the last white ghost, it penetrated into the ground and made a muffled sound.
Ling Qianshan looked happy. One shot could kill five ghosts. With so many spears on Lin Feng, this crisis could be overcome.
But when he looked at Lin Feng, he found that Lin Feng had no intention of throwing the spear again. Instead, he clenched the Lingshuang Sword in his hand, and the sword suddenly turned black.
"That won't kill these white ghosts. Look at their injuries." Lin Feng looked ahead calmly and explained.
Ling Qianshan looked around and was surprised to find that the hole originally blown by the spear was slowly healing. When the white ghost came closer, the hole on the body had been completely healed and no injuries could be seen.
And as if enraged by Lin Feng's attack just now, all the white ghosts let out bursts of screams, shaking the stone walls on both sides and echoing in this long and narrow passage.
Even though Lin Feng had such a strong mind, he could not help but feel dizzy for a moment. The screaming sound could directly attack people's minds.
Fortunately, the people in the shadows had already taken pills to resist such attacks in advance, but there were too many dozens of white ghosts, and many people's faces turned pale under the screams.
Ling Qianshan knew that this was not going to work. When these white ghosts came in front of them, they might be killed by the screams.
The short sword in his hand shook violently, and a burst of sword sound emanated from the short sword, and an invisible wave spread to the surroundings. The sound of the sword was filled with blood, and the fighting spirit made the originally distracted Shadow people sober up.
It even canceled out the screams, and the screams of the white ghost that originally entered my mind slowed down a bit.
The advance of the group of white ghosts was blocked for a moment by the sound of swords in Ling Qianshan. They seemed to be annoyed by the sound of the swords. All the white ghosts stopped and raised their heads to the sky. The screams suddenly increased. The originally invisible sound waves were heard in the air.
At this moment, it turned into tangible ripples and rushed towards everyone.
Ling Qianshan's right hand shook, and the sound of the knife sounded again, but it seemed a little pale and feeble in the face of the scream that turned into ripples.
The two waves of sound collided together in this long and narrow canyon, and even the stone walls were slightly shaken. From time to time, screams penetrated the blockade of the sound of knives and came among the people of Shadow, making Shadow's face even more ugly.
Seeing that Ling Qianshan's face began to turn pale, Lin Feng slowly took a step forward and said calmly: "I'll do it." The indifference and calmness in that voice surprised Ling Qianshan.
The next moment, the Lingshuang Sword in Lin Feng's right hand paused slightly, and his left hand stretched out to lightly strike the sword body. A clear sword sound spread out around him with him as the center.
The sound of the sword is not loud, but it can make people's whole body shake, and their spirits feel like they are being washed.
The shadow members behind them were all relieved of the pain in their minds by the sword sound. When the ripples formed by the sword sound came to the screams, those screams melted like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, and even the sword
The cry was drowned out by the sound of the sword.
After the sound of the sword and all the screams disappeared, they also dissipated in the canyon. Lin Feng sighed slightly. After all, he was only one person. No matter how strong his true energy was, he could not fight against these dozens of white people in the middle stage of the Qi Gathering Realm.
The screams of the ghosts have reached their limit.
This sword sound seemed simple, but it also consumed nearly 20% of Lin Feng's energy. Those white ghosts seemed unable to launch a screaming attack immediately, and the crisis was temporarily resolved.
Lin Feng casually took out a pill and drank it. He looked at the white ghosts and shouted, "They are coming, cheer up!"
Ling Qianshan had not fully recovered at this time, but he still held the short sword in his hand. A domineering aura spread over him, and the shadow members behind him also came to their senses and stood ready.
When the first white ghost floated in front of Lin Feng's eyes, each white ghost was two meters high and floating one foot above the ground. The sight of the smooth, faceless heads made his scalp numb.
He had only seen similar records in some books before, and this was the first time he actually faced these white ghosts.
The white ghost in front of him let out a pitiful cry, and he didn't know where the sound came from without a mouth. Then his pale arm stretched out and clawed at Lin Feng's face.
With a cold snort, Lin Feng slashed down the Lingshuang sword that had turned pitch black in his hand, and the white ghost's arm was cut off directly.
Lin Feng frowned. There was something wrong with the feeling coming from the Lingshuang sword. It didn't feel like it had hit something, it felt more like it had been struck in the air.
The white ghost's arm was cut off, and he suddenly let out a shrill cry. The sound was so loud that Lin Feng was stunned for a moment.
And the white ghost took advantage of this moment and stabbed with another claw, and the right hand that he originally cut off actually connected again.