About the fact that I only have one move to clear the customs

Ning Fan stood above the dark cloud-covered sky, piercing the sky with a sword once again, shocked the world, and this time also shocked the ghost race.

The huge dead body of the shark rushed towards the ground like a huge black meteorite. The sharp and sharp head of the shark plunged into the ground upside down. Dozens of ghosts were unable to avoid the crowded ghost tide and were hit by the huge corpse of the sewing ghost. , was directly smashed into the ground, and the impact became meat sauce.

One leader died just after the battle started, which dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the ghost clan. Ning Fan's sword completely frightened the ghost tide, and the offensive stopped immediately.

On the other hand, the human side cheered. Ning Fan's strength was once again like a sharp sword, piercing deep into people's hearts. With God Ning Fan in charge, the second hall of the ghost clan came out in full force today, and it was still doomed And the ending!

The morale of the human race soared, all kinds of spell balls and arrows of spells fell towards the bottom of the sea cliff like a torrential rain, killing a large area, and the ghost race began to show signs of decline!

"Hmph!" The one with the tiger head should be the most powerful of the four suture ghosts, and also the most prestigious. Immediately, he let out a loud roar, and the jet-black sound waves rippling around the city in a substantial shape. Come, such a sonic attack can effectively penetrate the large formation that protects the city, and impact on the people of the human race at the top of the city!

Immediately, thousands of people were shaken to death by the sound waves like huge waves. All the dead were bleeding from all seven orifices, which was extremely miserable. In addition, about [-] city guard deacons received injuries of varying severity, and the morale of the human race plummeted!

"Shameless? High-end combat power to attack the battlefield?!" Zhao Miao's angry curse was particularly eye-catching, echoing up and down the coast.

The curses of the human race gradually broke away from the huge sound waves and echoed endlessly. The tiger's head did not speak martial arts, so it is no wonder that everyone cursed him.

However, cursing does not have much effect on the battlefield. Zhao Miao is just a way to divert the grief of everyone and turn grief and anger into strength.

The real counterattack depends on God Ning Fan.

After this blow, Ning Fan realized how harmful the tiger's head attack was to ordinary soldiers, so he had to pay attention.

Although Ning Fan can also attack ghosts like warriors, Ning Fan's attack has nothing to do with single-target damage. It is difficult to do large-scale damage, and the return is too low to be worthwhile.

It's better to use these powers to kill the advanced powers on the opposite side.

So Ning Fan drew his sword again, turned into lightning and rushed towards the tiger's head!

Tiger Head let out a smirk, and the two giant sewing ghosts beside him also rushed up. At the same time, red flesh and blood wrapped around Ning Fan, pulling them into it!

Ning Fan's blow just now was too fast, it can be said that none of the three sewing ghosts could react, and they had no chance to save their companions, which gave Ning Fan an opportunity.

Now that Ning Fan's attack method is known, the three ghosts did not hold back any more. The moment they saw Ning Fan's attack, they immediately launched the fusion domain and pulled Ning Fan into it. In the fusion domain, Ning Fan's offensive was bound to It will be greatly weakened, isn't Ren Sangui fish meat at that time?

This is a boundless world of bright red flesh and blood. There are bright red blood in all directions, as well as huge pieces of floating flesh. The smell of blood is pungent and disgusting. Ning Fan took two steps, and a layer of blood was covered under his feet. The sticky blood up to the knee made it very inconvenient to walk.

"Hahahaha... humble figure monk, in our fusion domain, no matter how fast you are, you are destined to be decapitated!" Tiger's head's voice echoed in this space.

It seemed that they knew that Ning Fan could use blue arcs to connect to the enemy's bridge of fate, but none of the three ghosts dedicated themselves, only crazy laughter echoed in this space.

"Profound Truth · Cry of Ghosts and Gods!" Tiger's head's voice sounded again, followed by a shrill voice. This time, blood-red sound waves rushed towards Ning Fan from all directions!

Ning Fan held his breath quietly, and used a mask of sword intent to resist the attack of the sound waves, but the effect was not great. The sound waves were still like pervasive water, crazily drilling into Ning Fan's ears, impacting and washing Ning Fan's soul.

Bursts of tingling pain came from the head, Ning Fan endured the severe pain and released the vision and sense of smell of the wheel.

At the same time, the howling of the runner also rang out from between Ning Fan's eyebrows, like howling ghosts and wolves, rushing out from the deepest and darkest place in hell, an even fiercer and more violent sound wave came to Ning Fan. The eye of the wheel between the eyebrows is the source, and it surges in all directions, rolling up circles of ripples in the space, like the cold wind wrinkling the surface of the lake, and the dark chill freezes the lake surface!

The large chunks of flesh and blood in the space quickly dissipated and melted like thin snow seeing the warm sun, and the sticky blood under the feet also began to melt, as if seeing the most terrifying thing in the world, and fled in all directions.

At the same time, the three behemoths not far from the space also revealed their hidden bodies, but at this moment they have completely lost the powerful aura they had before Ning Fan. Instead, they looked like a mouse seeing a cat, and its eyes widened. Eyes, terrified to the extreme, looked at the eye of the wheel between Ning Fan's brows.

The one without eyes was trembling non-stop, and instinctively started to run backwards.

"It's a piece of shit, a pile of rotten meat, why is the second child still like this? This king has said many times, the body of a walking dead insect, is it a gift to the people?!" Zhuan Lun stared at him coldly. The three behemoths in front of him were like teaching three little brothers.

"Lord Zhuanlun, I...we..." Tiger Head faltered, wanting to ask Zhuanlun boss to forgive him. In fact, among the three sewing ghosts, only he can speak at the moment, and the other two They were immediately stunned.

It's not something they can reject the patchwork method of cultivation, it's all the idea of ​​the second palace master.

"You who are as weak as bugs, what qualifications do you have to continue to exist in this world?!" The Wheel-Running King snorted coldly, a big blood-red hand rushed out from the Eye of the Wheel between Ning Fan's brows, and split into three in an instant. The huge blood-colored straw wrapped around the three trembling sewing ghosts, and endless flesh and blood essence rushed towards Ning Fan's eyebrows, even forming a huge blood-colored vortex!

Ning Fan did not reject the practice of running the wheel. With his own strength, it is still difficult to kill the three sewing ghosts, especially the tiger head and the octopus. Both of them should be around the Mahayana level. It is extremely fast, but the sonic attack is extremely difficult to defend, and it may not be easy to please in a fight.

Zhuanlun killed all three of them in one go, which also saved Ning Fan a lot of work, and indirectly enhanced his physical strength.