Weichai and Pengfeng, who had been hiding far away and huddled up in the corner, were once again covered by the attack range.
"Farke! Farke! I'm about to die. I'm going to be killed by the aftermath of the fight between these two lunatics. Wuwu."
That damn fat guy Wei Chai rubbed his eyes with the back of his chubby hands, he was indeed a little scared.
He was worried that the broken furniture would fly over and hit him under the powerful concussion of magic power. Even if he rubbed this little bit, it would definitely be a big purple swell.
As for Fluffy, he was even trembling with fear...
Now the psychic power and ghost power in the house are colliding fiercely, and the aftermath is spreading everywhere. No matter which one is accidentally contaminated even a little bit, you will end up in a state of despair!
So it's much more scary than Wichai.
Two miserable brothers, one a ghost and one a ghost, are now hugging each other and crying.
Pengsong was sobbing and complaining about the fat man: "I said Weichai, you are crying! Didn't you call your lunatic brother here?"
"How the hell did I know that he is still so inhumane after all these years? I'll do it! Don't I miss my brother...and I'm also afraid that you, the guy, might kill me. I don't feel safe.
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"Fake! How long has it been since I became a ghost? If you want to kill people, you should have killed them long ago. I just scare the tenants and beat you occasionally. Nothing out of the ordinary. Are you scared?"
"Huh! After all, humans and ghosts have different paths. You know the ghost, the face, but not the heart." Wei Chai snorted and tampered with a Chinese idiom...
These two idiots were hiding in the corner and were quarreling with each other, while Fu Yang and Wei Meng were already fighting inextricably.
But just now, Fu Yang's fierce "Ghost Controlling Fist" hit the spirit bodies of two Muay Thai masters into pieces, turning into two curls of white smoke and flying back towards the rear.
Wei Meng made a sudden inhalation movement and inhaled again through his nostrils.
When Fu Yang saw that he had the upper hand, he naturally wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it!
His steps flashed several times in succession, avoiding the attacks of pangolins and eagles. He came to the right rear of the mighty man, clenched his fists, and prepared to give this guy a hard blow.
But he didn't notice that the wild boar spirit not far away had been digging the ground with his hooves and making accelerating sprints.
At this time, it suddenly started!
A move similar to the "Brutal Crash" used by warriors in online games, his speed increased instantly and he hit Fu Yang's waist.
"Damn! If I were hit, wouldn't my kidneys be damaged?"
Fu Yang was shocked.
He could only stop attacking Wei Meng and deal with this ferocious wild boar spirit.
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
The wild boar spirit roared and rushed over. Although it looked very funny, it was definitely not a joke! Judging from the momentum of this thing, it was probably equivalent to a car rushing over at full speed.
Of course Fu Yang doesn't want to go head-to-head with a wild boar, that would be too painful!
So he directly used a long-range attack spell. A dozen wisps of black mist flew out from his fingertips, and then turned into a dozen handleless swords. They spiraled towards the crazy wild boar spirit body.
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Obviously, this is a weakened version of Kidō Jianjuan Tian!
Fu Yang's current recovered strength is not enough to cast this powerful self-created ghost spell. Not to mention the "British Tail" and other moves he learned from Yu Hengzi's "The True Interpretation of Ghost Path"...
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"It's really frustrating! If I recover even half of my magic power, I can still defeat this Thai pretentious person, right? Unfortunately, relying on the natural recovery after the fusion of five powers is a bit slow."
Fu Yang smiled bitterly in his heart.
Whoosh whoosh!
More than a dozen black handleless swords surrounded the running wild boar at 360 degrees, and then strangled it with such force!
The ending was just like the spirit bodies of the two Muay Thai masters just now, turning into a puff of white smoke and returning to the powerful body of the third-level psychic.
And taking advantage of this "assist" from this ferocious and funny wild boar spirit, Wei Meng already had enough time to complete the combination of possession and integration with the strongest spirit he possesses!
As soon as Mighty opened his mouth and spat out, a white ball of light flew out, and then split into two parts in front of his eyes. They were respectively attached to his right wrist and between his forehead and eyebrows.
The white light attached to the wrist of his right hand flashed and turned into the shadow of a short stick made of rattan. It seemed to have no power from the outside.
This should be the weapon created by the combination of Wei Meng and his own strongest spiritual body!
At the same time, his eyes became hollow and gloomy, with the whites taking up most of the pupils. Apparently they had been connected to the consciousness of the spirit body and became one.
Hoo ho ho!
A whirlwind appeared out of thin air around Wei Meng's body. It was obvious that his combat effectiveness had been greatly improved.
"Huh? There is such an operation?!"
Fu Yang was slightly startled.
He has also seen the "possessed body" attack state of his apprentice Gu Jianyang and the spirit soul Zhao Feng. It seems that Zhao Feng cannot be divided into two - at the same time, he splits the weapon and the possessed consciousness for the psychic.
I'm afraid... this should be a method used by true psychic practitioners!
If Gu Jianyang can learn it, even if his level as a psychic does not improve, his combat effectiveness will be greatly improved. So Fu Yang was curious and planned to find out.
"Huh... I haven't had the feeling of holding a Filipino magic wand for a long time. I said it's powerful. You didn't choose my ancient Filipino sword skills, but chose the Kali wand. It seems that you don't want to really kill this Chinese boy.
.hey-hey."
The mighty mouth opened to speak, but it seemed like it was another person.
Obviously, it is the most powerful spirit body he possesses!
"Damn! I thought this Mr. Mighty was already pretentious enough, but I didn't expect a spirit to come out and be even more pretentious? You might as well just call them pretentious. What kind of psychic? Haha. He's still a Filipino spirit.
body?"
Fu Yang sneered.
However, he couldn't quite understand what the spirit said about the "Filipino Magic Wand" or something like that.
"Filipino magic wand? What is that? Is it a magician doing magic?! Haha, a magician can't beat me."
While Fu Yang continued to deliberately provoke the other party with a contemptuous tone, he was already approaching, ready to fight directly!
He is confident that with the physical strength of his ghost power, as long as the opponent is not holding a psychic weapon such as a sword, he will definitely be able to easily defeat the opponent in close combat.
Even though this mighty power is a whole level higher than mine!
But the power of the ghost is so fierce. After all, the disciples of the Ghost Sect in Shushan have been accustomed to defeating the strong with the weak since ancient times. (The update will be very bad over the weekend, so I will try to update as much as possible starting tomorrow)