"You can only be stubborn now!"

"Swish! Crack!" As soon as Guan Heng finished speaking, the Jumang sword instantly pressed down, and immediately cut off the opponent's domineering spear. This weapon was shattered by the fist force of the Great Apostle and the Infant White Ghost before, of course, it could not withstand the power of Guan Heng's sword at this moment.

The sword force quickly extended from Bingxiu's shoulder to the chest, abdomen and ribs, leaving a deep mark. The moment when the bright red splashed, the guy finally couldn't suppress the severe pain and screamed: "Uhhhhhh--"

"Seven ghosts, take it down!" Guan Heng shouted without missing the opportunity: "I want to capture this guy alive and take him back to the spiritual world to meet Lord Ling Wang."

"Uh?!" Hearing this, Bingxiu, who covered his wound with his hands, was shocked: "Oh no, if I am caught, the plan above will be..."

"Aowuwu--" In the flash of lightning, the big accomplice was on the left, the white accomplice snatched the right, the roared men attacked from the middle, the giant bee flew towards the guy's feet, and the ghosts immediately captured Bingxiu!

"Want to catch me? Dream!!"

"Bang!" He said this, and then he was about to roar. Bingxiu rolled his palm and slapped his forehead: "The shadow of the original spiritual breath will explode for me!"

"Bang—Boom—" As the guy's roar sounded, a white light appeared above his head suddenly spread fiercely to the surroundings, covering Guan Heng and the seven ghosts.

Guan Heng has also seen this trick of self-destructing the enemy by the ancient evil nightmare tribe. The opponent controlled it was called "The Shadow of the Original Demon Nightmare". Unexpectedly, the Spirit Clan had a similar method.

At this moment, in order to avoid the owner being deeply harmed, the Seven Ghosts immediately protected Guan Heng with the closest guard figurines.

After releasing the shadow of the original spiritual breath, Bingxiu, sprayed blood mist wildly, which was obviously very exhausting, but the boy gritted his teeth and tore it hard with his hands, and immediately pulled a gap in space near it.

Seeing that Guan Heng and the others were separated by the power of the spiritual breath and could not continue to pursue themselves, Bingxiu laughed loudly: "Hahaha, little brat, although I don't know your name, I have recorded my deep hatred today. I will lead my companions to waste the world blood and repay this hatred!!"

"I think you don't have that chance." Guan Heng said in his heart: "Even if you can't capture you alive, you will still keep the body. I'm about to return to the spiritual world, so I can't let the root of disaster continue."

"Swish—shesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshesheshes" in a flash, using a snow-like bow to release the spiritual arrows one after another, breaking through the air and nailing them straight to the opponent.

"Uh?!" Bingxiu wanted to escape, but realized that he would definitely die if he did not dodge the opponent's attack, so he had to barely dodge to the side. However, Guan Heng fired more than ten arrows in a row, "Puff puff puff!" and immediately hit the target.

At this moment, Bingxiu suddenly felt that his eyes were black. It turned out that he was all shot in the left eye, lower abdomen and knees, and all of them were shattered by the power of the spiritual flying arrow.

Just as he opened his mouth and screamed, Guan Heng's last three flying arrows attacked, "Swish!" By chance, the first arrow rushed into Bingxiu's mouth, making his tongue bloody.

When the second and third arrows approached, they suddenly changed and became like great ghosts and infant white ghosts. It turned out that they were the gods of death who came to seek their lives.

"Huhhuh--Bang bang bang!" The Yingbaigui's heavy punch hit hard, causing the sound of cracking ribs on Bingxiu's thoracic vertebrae one after another. The big ghost suddenly showed the ghost's tooth blade and slashed towards Bingxiu on his head: "Swish!"

If this slash hits the target, it can be cut into two pieces. When life and death, Bingxiu tried his best to block it with his left arm. "Puchi!" his palm flew up red in response, but he also used this hand to block it. When he staggered and retreated, he fell into the gap in the space he tore open, and disappeared.

Just as the two ghosts wanted to get closer to chase, the gaps in the space quickly closed. They were only a little slower and had no time to get in. In a frustration, they immediately raised their heads and roared, looking extremely angry.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. This guy is so seriously injured, he must be in his life." Guan Heng waved his hand at this moment and summoned all the ghosts, guard figurines, stubborn camels, Hua Ye, and others.

"Hua Rong, are you injured? Come, let me see." After helping the other party to heal the wound, Guan Heng immediately said: "Go back, I have to think about what I encountered today..."

"Aoao, aoao." Suddenly, the stubborn camel cried, plunged into the nearby grass, and then took out something. Guan Heng looked carefully. It turned out that it was Bingxiu's palm, wet and dripping blood.

"Hmph, that guy was not captured alive, but it would be nice to get a little 'parts'." Guan Heng thought to himself: "Save this thing, go back and take it to the Spirit King, so that he can investigate it."

After making up his mind, he looked around on his body and found the "Xuan Ice Bead" he got not long ago. Although Guan Heng has not fully mastered the "Han Gathering Art" taught to him by the Xuan Ice Demon Dragon, it is no problem to release some cold air to freeze the palm.

...

After a while, Guan Heng, who returned to Zhurong Li Palace, happened to see Ruotao, Qinghuang and others coming towards him. Ruotao waved to him and then said, "Young Master, have you heard any loud noises near Li Palace? We all heard them."

"That voice was actually caused by me." When he heard him say this, Qing Huang asked with some confusion: "What the hell is going on?"

"Let's talk about it in detail after meeting Brother Wang, Brother Huang and Sister Yun."

After a while, he arrived at the Ligong Hall and found Wang, Huang, Yun and the others. Guan Heng told him about the fierce battle with the ancient spiritual people just now. Wang Tong and others were immediately shocked.

"Why, in addition to the Spirit King lineage, there are actually other ancient spiritual people who survived?" Huang Teng murmured to himself: "I heard from Lord Wood God that most of them have died and been destroyed in the past war with the Evil Nightmare clan."

"The adoptive father also said this to us." Qing Huang said at this time: "I don't think he will tell lies, that means that the existence of these tribe members is not clear about."

"Yes, although I couldn't capture this guy named Bingxiu alive, I still got his broken palm." Guan Heng shook the thing in his hand and continued: "Keep this thing and show it to Lord Ling Wang at that time. I believe he will know the inside story."

Hearing this, everyone present had a slight head and felt it made sense. Qing Huang said, "But would this guy with malicious intention appear in the human world? I am afraid that his companions will come here too. With the other party's strength, any bad thing can be done."
Chapter completed!