Seeing the claw coming again, Lin Feng came back to his senses in an instant. With a sharp look, the Lingshuang Sword in his hand turned from black to white. He didn't expect that this white ghost could not be cut off, so he froze it into powder!
The Lingshuang Sword was filled with cold air. He moved his right hand to raise the Lingshuang Sword from bottom to top. This time, it did not cut off the white ghost. Where the Lingshuang Sword touched, streaks of ice suddenly spread on the white ghost's body. The sword fell on the white ghost.
It was like an ice sculpture, frozen in place with one claw extended.
Lin Feng felt a little relieved. Fortunately, the sword energy of the sword Po Shuangtian could block their movements. Just as he was about to attack the frozen white ghost, suddenly three more white ghosts came from both sides.
Lin Feng couldn't take action and could only dodge continuously. The speed and strength of these white ghosts were actually not very fast, but the special feature of being immune to most damage from swords, guns, swords and halberds made it difficult. When Lin Feng sent the three white ghosts
When he was frozen, the surrounding area was already in a melee.
The Shadow members were on the front line under the leadership of Ling Qianshan. For a moment, the white color of the white ghost mixed with the black clothes worn by the Shadow, and from time to time, shouts of killing could be heard.
Ling Qianshan's hair and beard were spread out at this moment, and a short knife kept opening and closing in his hand. From time to time, the body of a white ghost was struck by him, but the next moment, the body of the white ghost returned to its original state.
Lin Feng observed for a while and found that the white ghosts were not completely immune to the damage of the sword light and sword energy. Every time they were cut open, it would take longer and longer for them to recover. From the original moment, they gradually became
took three breaths.
Ling Qianshan obviously also discovered this. Before everyone had no effective means, they could only slowly kill the white ghost in this way.
"Everyone, listen up. Form a group of three and gather firepower to attack a white ghost. If you chop too much, they will not recover so quickly. As long as you chop them down, they will definitely be killed. Hold on!" Ling Qianshan shouted,
Then the knife struck the white ghost on his left side, splitting the white ghost in half.
The shadows immediately followed the instructions and formed a formation, with three people standing back to back to deal with the attack of the white ghost. From time to time, they could hear the shrill screams coming from the white ghost after it was killed.
The attacking position is limited. There are about forty or fifty white ghosts, and the shadows can only contain half of them. Seeing that they have nowhere to go, the remaining white ghosts rush straight towards the more than a hundred monks from other sects behind them.
go.
The group of monks who were frightened by the screams of the white ghosts suddenly became confused. After looking at the slow ghosts, some people pulled out their weapons to fight back, and some were frightened by the faceless ghosts.
They were so frightened that they immediately ran in the direction they came from. Some people even stood there with their legs trembling and couldn't even move.
More than twenty white ghosts rushed into this group of people, like tigers entering a flock of sheep. Only one white ghost grabbed a fleeing monk with one claw, and stabbed his back through the heart.
After digging it out, the white ghost's pale arms were immediately stained red by the blood, and the monk let out a scream and died on the spot.
And this is not an isolated case. In just one encounter, five monks died tragically, and more than a dozen monks were injured. The situation suddenly started to get out of control.
Wang Anping was struggling to resist the white ghost in front of him at this time. He was a little lucky that he could eat the green fruit before, otherwise he would probably die if he met him right now. The speed and power of the white ghost were not great, but at that time and
Lin Feng made a comparison with a master like Qianshan. For him, the speed of the white ghost's claws was already too fast for him to keep up. The sword in his hand could only block it, and he didn't even have a chance to counterattack.
Is this the danger in the ruins? Wang Anping gritted his teeth and blocked the sharp claws of the white ghost. The true energy in his body was consumed at an extremely fast speed. If this continues, he can only be beaten to death by the white ghost. And in
Behind him, another white ghost was rushing towards him, its sharp claws flashing with cold light.
When Wang Anping realized the danger behind him, it was already too late. The sword in his hand was blocking the sharp claws of the white ghost in front of him. Seeing that the white ghost behind him was about to stab him to death, he suddenly felt a surge of energy.
The chill, what is more powerful than the chill is the sword intention!
A flash of sword light flashed, and the two white ghosts in front and behind Wang Anping turned into ice sculptures. Both ice sculptures kept moving. Wang Anping's heart beat violently. He knew that he had escaped from the gate of hell, and the one behind him
A white ghost claw was only an inch away from him.
And a voice beside him said: "Okay, you find a place to hide, this is not something you can handle."
Wang Anping looked around and found that Lin Feng had arrived from the front of the team at some point, and he could see frozen white ghosts along the way.
"My benefactor! I owe you another life!" Wang Anping said ashamedly. The sword in his hand was somewhat damaged in the process, and his face was pale as if he had consumed too much energy.
Lin Feng glanced at him: "Don't force yourself, only by living can you continue to become stronger!"
After saying that, Lin Feng rushed into the group of white ghosts. He raised his hand and froze the white ghosts coming towards him with a sword. As he walked, not a single white ghost could stop him, and they all melted away.
For ice sculptures.
That man and his sword were unstoppable. Suddenly something happened. The monk who had fallen to the ground dead suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up and was about to pounce on Lin Feng.
The speed was already twice as fast as that of the white ghost. Lin Feng was startled. He stepped out to the side and slashed at the rising corpse with three sword energy.
There was a sound of gold and iron, and the sword energy was like cutting on steel, leaving only three wounds on the chest of the corpse, but no blood flowed out of the wounds.
The dead monk's mouth split open, and a scream came out of his mouth. The sound was exactly the same as that of the white ghost. Not only the corpse in front of him, but also the five or six killed monks on the ground all got up.
Lin Feng also saw a white ghost entering from the mouth of a corpse, and then the corpse got up. The corpse opened its eyes. The original black eyes turned into pure white, and there was no trace of black in the entire eye socket.
Many monks were caught off guard and attacked by the corpses possessed by the white ghosts, and several people were seriously injured in a short time.
Lin Feng saw that the surfaces of these corpses were extremely hard. The Lingshuang sword in his hand turned from white to black, and a sharp intention rushed out of the dark sword.