The back of the ghost head sword is thick and broad, the body of the sword is heavy, and the handle is carved with a ghost head. It can cut gold and cut jade. It is quite sharp. In ancient times, it was a weapon specially used to chop people's heads. Those who can use this weapon have strong arms.

Amazing people.

Sure enough, when the Four Hell Kings waved the Ghost Head Sword, this was further proven. The thick fog surrounding it seemed to be split in an instant, split into pieces and scattered everywhere.

Lin Jinghao turned around and pushed Jiumei away. His body began to dodge left and right along with the blade, jumping up and down. He suddenly discovered that as a spirit body, his reaction speed was countless times faster than before. Basically, as long as

The moment he sensed the swing of the blade, his brain was able to quickly receive the information and react. This reaction speed even made him feel like he was predicting the future.

"Fourth, are you sure you can handle it? Do you want me to help you?" The Eighth Hell King was holding a long whip beside him and couldn't stand it anymore, because in his eyes, the Fourth King of Hell was starting to act randomly.

He slashed with a knife.

"What the hell are you talking about? Let's just go together." The Four Hell Kings chopped for a long time without even touching the hair. They were already frustrated. When Lao Ba called from the side, they just started yelling.

The Eight Hell Kings swung their long whips and joined in. However, because the whips were too long and could easily hurt their companions, they could not be used. In addition, Lin Jinghao always deliberately directed the whip at the Four Hell Kings. So, this

Not only was he unable to help, but he almost hit the Four Hell Kings several times, making the Four Hell Kings scream in anger.

"If you fucking hit me again, I'll chop you up." The Eighth King of Hell's whip almost hit the Fourth King of Hell, and he was so frightened that he took a few steps back and broke out in a cold sweat.

‘Okay, chop him.’ Lin Jinghao was able to dodge easily, so he naturally wanted to tease him for a while. Unexpectedly, Lin Jinghao’s thoughts came together, and the ghost-headed knife in the hand of the Fourth King of Hell actually struck the right hand of the Eighth Hell King holding the whip.

"You don't have fucking eyes, you must have done it on purpose." Fortunately, the Eight Hell Kings dodge quickly, otherwise this knife would have cut off his right hand.

"I'm not..." The Four Hell Kings didn't know what was going on. He seemed to be acting strangely. Could it be... He turned back and looked at Lin Jinghao. Lin Jinghao was also surprised. Could it be that he could hit a cow from a distance?

'Up?

"Get out of the way and let me whip him." The Eighth King of Hell signaled the Fourth King of Hell to get out of the way so that his whip could finally be rounded.

Seeing the long whip whipping towards him with the sound of wind, Lin Jinghao dodged back and said in his mind: "Go and whip the Four Kings of Hell." Strangely enough, when the whip was in the hands of the Eight Hell Kings, he immediately seemed to have lost control.

, turned his head and scanned the four

The King of Hell. The Fourth King of Hell was lowering his head to look at the Ghost-headed Sword in his hand, thinking about what happened just now. He didn't notice the whip at all, and it had already swept towards him, and this time it hit him firmly in the face.

The masks on the faces of the four kings of hell were pulled off, revealing a plump face with a long whip mark.

"You're fucking blind..." The Fourth Hell King raised his head. The bullet hole on his forehead and the blood-red scars on his face made his fat face look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

This time it was the Eight Hell Kings' turn to be dumbfounded. He looked at the whip in his hand and didn't know what was happening for a moment.

"

I know, this kid must be up to something." The Eight Hell Kings seemed to have figured out something, and he turned and pointed at Lin Jinghao.

"No way, it's only been a few days since he came here, and his spiritual power is already so high?" The blood stains on the face of the Fourth King of Hell that had just been extracted were slowly healing. He touched his face and said with some disbelief.

.

"This pretty boy is born with super spiritual power. Of course you are no match for him." As a voice sounded in the thick fog, the figure of the boss suddenly appeared like a ghost.

"I didn't expect that it took me several years to realize the super spiritual power that you could understand just a few days after I came here. Jiu Mei, you have really good vision." The sudden appearance of the King of Hell suddenly changed the atmosphere of the entire scene.

Got nervous.

"Good boy, I looked at Jiu Mei's face and didn't shoot you three times that day. I'll forget it if you don't thank the boss, but you came to dig my corner with a hoe! Isn't this a bit unreasonable?" The boss looked at it.

Said Jiu Mei, who was hiding behind Lin Jinghao.

"Boss, we are not what you think," Jiumei knew she could no longer hide, so she stepped out from behind Lin Jinghao.

"I also know that I am a rough man, but I think I treat you well. You must give me an explanation today." As soon as the boss finished speaking, a pair of eyes behind the mask immediately flashed a terrifying and fierce light,

Even Lin Jinghao, standing next to Jiumei, felt a chill.

"We really don't have..." Jiumei wanted to continue explaining.

"What do you want, boss?" After the fight just now, Lin Jinghao began to feel confident. Now he also wanted to test his spiritual power to see how strong it was.

"Okay, this is what a man is. Since you and I both have super spiritual powers, let's compete today. Whoever wins, Jiu Mei will follow from now on." After the King of Hell finished speaking, he took a step forward and stood firm.

Obviously this is a place where whoever is stronger is the master!

"Okay, if I win, I just want you to give Jiu Mei her freedom." Lin Jinghao also took a step forward. His battle with the King of Hell would be a matter of time, otherwise, he would never be able to go up the mountain smoothly.

"Okay, get out of the way, no one is allowed to help." The King of Hell waved his hands, and the Four Kings of Hell and the Eight Lords of Hell suddenly floated two meters away as if they were blown by the wind.

"Lin..." Jiumei knew how powerful the King of Hell was. She pulled Lin Jinghao's clothes from behind, hoping that he would stop being impulsive and think about it carefully.

"It's okay, just back off." Lin Jinghao looked back at Jiu Mei. His eyes were like a big brother standing up for his sister because someone bullied her.

"Good boy, then you have to take three shots from me first." As soon as Lin Jinghao turned around, the pistol that was once pressed against his forehead appeared in front of him again.

With a gunshot, a bullet went straight to his face. Lin Jinghao was too late to dodge. He could only blow on the bullet. The bullet immediately seemed to have encountered a strong headwind, and the entire speed suddenly slowed down.

It came down, and when it barely flew in front of Lin Jinghao, it seemed to have exhausted its strength and began to fall straight down. Finally, it fell to the wet soil with a "clack".

"Okay, take another two shots from me." 'Pah, pah,' there were two more gunshots, this time two.

The gun seemed to come faster, and it was in front of Lin Jinghao in a blink of an eye. Seeing that he could not escape, Lin Jinghao could only close his eyes and silently said in his heart: "Stop."

After waiting for a second, there was no feeling of being hit on the head. As soon as Lin Jinghao opened his eyes, two bullets, one behind the other, stopped right in front of his eyes, only a thin line away from his forehead.

"Ah," Jiumei's exclamation came from behind her. She must have thought that Lin Jinghao had been shot.

At this moment, the boss used his mind to control the flight of the bullet, so that it did not fall directly to the ground like before. He thought he had a sure victory, but who knew that the bullet had already touched the opponent's forehead, but suddenly stopped.

He could only intensify his thoughts again, control the bullet and let it go further. The bullet moved again, but because of the sudden stop just now, it had lost its powerful lethality. When it finally touched Lin Jinghao's forehead, it moved again.

fell down.

Lin Jinghao felt a 'kiss' on his forehead, and his heart tightened. It seemed that the King of Hell was the King of Hell, and he was definitely not an opponent he could easily defeat after being in the Yin and Yang Realm for a few days.

When the King of Hell saw that none of the three shots had hit Lin Jinghao, he immediately withdrew his pistol. With a wave of his right hand, the Ghost-headed Sword in the hand of the Fourth King of Hell immediately flew into the sky, and as he waved his arm towards Lin Jinghao again,

The ghost-headed sword carried the sound of wind, just like the hot wheel that Nezha stepped on, spinning rapidly, tearing the air all the way, and roared towards Lin Jinghao.

The speed at which this ghost-headed knife rotates is definitely no less than the three bullets just now. The key is that at this moment, Lin Jinghao suddenly felt that there was an external force that wanted to attack his brain. Now he wanted to

It seems impossible to resist this force that invades the brain while still thinking about issuing my own instructions.

The huge energy brought out by the rotating ghost-headed sword had already made Lin Jinghao unable to straighten his waist, and slowly pushed him to sit cross-legged on the ground. He could already feel the wind force brought by the blade, tearing him apart.

His hair. He simply closed his eyes and looked at his nose, nose and mouth, and his mouth and heart. A huge amount of energy began to gather in his body to resist external invasion.

The King of Hell stood in the distance without moving. He learned the lesson just now. While controlling the Ghost Head Saber with his mind, he was still attacking Lin Jinghao's brain with his mind.

He figured out the reason why he didn't hit Lin Jinghao with a bullet just now. Now he wanted to make him focus on one thing and the other, while being distracted, so as to defeat him in one fell swoop.

Sure enough, under his double attack, Lin Jinghao could no longer resist his attack as easily as before. Now, he only needed to add the last force to completely defeat the opponent.

The Ghost Head Saber did not fall further, and Lin Jinghao could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He started his teleportation, trying to get rid of the Ghost Head Saber's entanglement. His body suddenly appeared in the east, and then suddenly appeared again.

Appearing in the west, he was so fast that he could hardly be seen clearly. However, the ghost-headed knife above his head always moved with him. He hated to understand that this was because his brain and thoughts were not as powerful as the King of Hell, so now

It is difficult for him to directly break away from his control over himself.
Chapter completed!