"Jiang Tong, I didn't expect it to be you..." At this moment, Wu Jing, a big man with a beard, shook his weapon and roared: "Old man, after so many years, you still refuse to give up?"

"Beasts, you two relied on the help of white ghosts to slaughter my relatives and take away the treasures passed down from generation to generation. How can I let you go?" The pockmarked old man Jiang Tong shouted with red eyes: "Brothers

,The time for revenge has come, go to——"

"Kill--" Five or six red-qi powerhouses led by Jiang Tong surrounded them instantly. The white old man Lang Qing suddenly showed a ferocious face. He suddenly shook the copper urn hanging on his waist, and two flashes of light suddenly floated out of it.

The ghost shadow with silver light is the strange white ghost.

"Be careful, you will be unconscious if you touch that thing!" Just as Jiang Tong shouted these words, two white lights hit the two people's doors and faces like lightning. The other party immediately fell to the ground without saying a word.

land.

"Damn it, I was tricked by them again."

Jiang Tong was so angry that he stamped his feet, but Lang Qing did not dare to drive the white ghost too much for too long. This guy just killed an elder of the Wu clan who was seriously ill and fell on the roadside many years ago, and took away the other person's white ghost.

A copper urn and a secret book filled with ancient texts, but Lang Qing could not read all the characters, so he had to find a friend and gangster named Wu Jing to translate the contents for him. Only then could the two of them manage to move the words in a short time.

White ghosts hurt people and kill them.

But the white ghosts in these copper urns did not follow the instructions of Lang Qing and Wu Jing. Instead, they jumped out of the copper urns according to their killing instinct and infected living people and animals with their own "white ghost plague".

It's just that there are some things in the copper urn that the white ghosts linger on and are unwilling to give up, so they will slowly return to the copper urn after a while.

"Come back quickly -" Lang Qing shook the copper urn desperately, and the two white ghosts who were about to continue wreaking havoc immediately shrank back. At this moment, Wu Jing had already roared and rushed in front of the other two Jiang Tong's men.

The big sword in his palm fell with a "swish", forcing the two of them to retreat immediately.

"No fighting, let's go!" Lang Qing and Wu Jing all had the same idea, just because although the white ghost is extremely sharp, it really cannot be used continuously. Otherwise, if the white ghost stays outside for too long, he will definitely attack.

They were running around, and only two of the five white ghosts in the copper urn had escaped, so the two of them did not dare to take this risk.

The two guys with ulterior motives were as anxious as bereaved dogs and did not dare to fight head-on with the remaining four red energy experts including Jiang Tong. They immediately ran towards the end of Qingniu Ancient Town leading to the distant mountains and forests.

"Chase, you must not let these guys go. Not only do I want to avenge my relatives, but I also want to take back the 'Lingtian Arrow'!" Jiang Tong finally saw the traces of his enemy at this time. He refused to let him go and immediately led his men to chase him.

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Ruotao, who was hiding in the dark with Guan Heng and observed the scene just now, asked: "Sir, what should we do?"

"It seems that the two guys who escaped are the ones who used white ghosts to spread the plague." Guan Heng said at this time: "I have asked the big ghost to follow me. You can quickly call the elephant snake bird and mountain scorpion at the entrance of the village.

Come along, I'll take the first step."

"Okay!" In an instant, Ruotao agreed and took action separately from Guan Heng, but Guan Heng rushed after him as if there was wind under his feet.

There were now three groups of people chasing each other, Wu Jing and Lang Qing were running at the front, their enemy Jiang Tong was hot on their heels, and Guan Heng, who was preparing to be the "Yellow Bird" behind them, followed them quietly.

"Ah -" Jiang Tong saw that his enemy was about to leave the town and run away. He suddenly let out a violent roar and threw the bronze spear in his palm towards the thorn bush a hundred paces away.

The copper spear contained incomparable red energy, and its destructive power was extremely frightening. Wu Jing was anxious to escape but did not pay attention to avoid it. He just heard a pop sound, and the tip of the spear penetrated his calf. In an instant, the ground was covered with red. This guy suddenly became red.

He fell to the ground with a miserable howl.

"You three kill the surrounding bushes and then follow up. I'll go after Lang Qing."

After Jiang Tong said these words, he immediately pulled out the dagger from his waist and chased straight towards Lang Qing. He hated the other person more than Wu Jing, just because his children, daughters and wife all died tragically in the hands of the other party.

, this hatred is irreconcilable.

At this moment, three of Jiang Tong's clan members and subordinates surrounded Wu Jing, who had an injured calf, and his eyes were red. More than a dozen years ago, the lives of more than a hundred members of the entire Jiang clan were lost in the hands of Wu Jing and Lang Qing.

, how can we not make these people hate them to the core?

"Kill--" One of them suddenly showed his long blade and rushed towards the thorn bush. Who knew that the other person's fierce look showed up, he pulled out the short spear on his leg, ignored the flow of blood, and instantly struck it away with his backhand.

"Tsk!" After being hit by the tip of the spear, the man's eyes widened and he spurted blood and fell to death. The long blade fell with a roar, but was caught in the hand of the thorn with a "snap".

"How dare you beasts?! Come on -" The remaining two people suddenly appeared with a deep red aura, and immediately came up to besiege Wujing desperately. The bearded man had a serious leg injury, and he was not stable when standing, let alone resisting.

It was too late, but it was too late. The bronze sword and the dagger stabbed into Wujing's ribs at the same time, and they were immediately pierced.

"Uh-huh-uh--" Wujing, who was attacked, clamped the opponent's weapon with his arm without hesitation. The two people couldn't take it back, so they just heard a few "swish, swish" sounds, and the long blade was in Wujing's palm.

The heads of the two men had been knocked off, and a large puff of blood mist filled the sky with a roar.

With two "plop, plop" sounds, the two bodies fell to the ground. Wu Jing laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha, I can kill three people before I die. I'm pretty good at it."

"Boom..." Wu Jing's knees hit the ground. The next moment, Wu Jing was half-kneeling on the ground, and he was spitting out blood. At this moment, Guan Heng's voice suddenly sounded from a place not far from him: "You can kill three people in a row."

For a red energy expert of the same level, you are considered to be fierce enough, what do you think? Do you still want to survive?"

"Huh? Are you..." Wu Jing lost too much blood at this time and his eyesight was dazzled, but he could barely see Guan Heng's face.

Guan Heng approached this guy with a sneer, and then said: "You don't have to worry about who I am, but I know very well about you two bastards using white ghosts to harm people. If you want to live, you'd better tell me.

Is there any way to treat the fainted townspeople, otherwise I will cut you into pieces immediately!"

"I, I don't know..." Wu Jing had just said half a sentence when Guan Heng suddenly swung his Qingqi palm knife across the tip of his nose with a swipe, and immediately cut off two-thirds of his nose.

"Pfft--" The red mist spurted out, and Wujing immediately covered his face and howled miserably: "I said, I said, Lang Qing, my companion has a secret book made of animal skin, and there may be healing white on it.

I don’t know anything else about Ghost Plague’s methods.”

"If I had told you earlier, I wouldn't have suffered any pain." When Guan Heng heard this, he immediately chased forward, but Wujing's eyes suddenly flashed with fierceness. He covered his nose with one hand and reached into his arms with one hand. Suddenly,

Pull out the short blade...
Chapter completed!