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"Ding dong! [The host has killed a middle-level evil spirit. The system has rewarded the host with an enhanced jumping ability of 20.]”

The system notification sounded in his head. Zhang Qingshan felt a slight change in his legs.

Thump, thump-

The huge ghost moved slowly, but it walked towards him with big steps. The sand on the ground trembled slightly.

Zhang Qingshan took a deep breath and locked his eyes on the evil ghost.

This ghost had a huge body and strong arms. His body should be much stronger than the ghost just now.

As the distance closed, the gap line did not appear for a long time. Zhang Qingshan frowned slightly. He held the knife in his hand, stomped on the ground, and jumped into the air.

All concentrated! Breath of Light! The shape of a star shines brightly.

He quickly swung his sword at the ghost below him in midair. He squatted on the ground, and the blood on the blade rolled up to the tip of the sword, falling to the ground.

The ghost's arm was not completely cut off. There was only a portion of the skin that was cut off.

"Hehe, brat, do you think you can win against me? My body has been specially tempered, and it's tougher than you think.”

The ghost revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth as he mocked. He used his other arm to pull the arm that was still connected to the top. In an instant, the flesh and blood were connected again, and the arm was restored to its original state.

Zhang Qingshan stood up. When he swung his saber, he clearly felt that his saber was blunt.

This situation was within his expectations.

" Kid, I'm going to break your neck and eat your body, leaving only your head. Hehe." Speaking of food, a large amount of saliva flowed out of the ghost's mouth.

"Da, Yan, Bu, Shame!" Zhang Qingshan said slowly.

He quickly rushed toward the ghost and jumped onto the ghost's shoulder. When the ghost reached out to grab him, he quickly jumped up.

He landed on a big tree and hooked his finger." Hey, I'm here!”

The evil spirit didn't catch Zhang Qingshan, and there was no trace of him above its head. It turned around to look for him. When it heard the sound, it walked toward the tree with its thick legs.

Zhang Qingshan silently counted the steps. When the ghost reached his estimated attack range, he jumped down from the tree.

"Focus! Breath of Light! One Form, Flash."

The blade was wrapped in a layer of air current. The weight of Zhang Qingshan's entire body, as well as the gravity of the fall, were all pressed against the blade.

Swoosh--

This time, the knife didn't feel blunt. It cleanly cut off the evil spirit's left arm.

Zhang Qingshan didn't stop. He turned around and lowered his body.

Breath of Light! The shape of a star shines brightly.

With the knife in his arm, he felt that the knife in his hand had become a little heavy. White light flowed on the blade, his breathing became heavy, and the blood in his body flowed faster.

Plop--

His tall body lost a leg in an instant. One leg couldn't support his big body and he fell forward.

A thin layer of sweat formed on Zhang Qingshan's forehead. This was a gift from Ghost Dance Shi Wuqiong. He had to accept it properly!

Although this ghost was not a member of the Twelve Ghost Months, it must have received a lot of blood from Shi Wucai. Otherwise, other than eating people, his body would not be so tough.

The 'special tempering' he mentioned must have been something special that Phantom Dance Shi Wucai had done to him.

He kicked the ghost on the ground hard." Hey, tell me, what did Onishi Wukuang do to you?" Speak!"

The shiny tip of the blade was pointed at the evil spirit's eyes. As long as he was slightly dissatisfied, he would use the blade in his hand to pierce through the evil spirit's eyes.

The evil spirit's body began to tremble, and he covered his head with his remaining arm. Just hearing that lord's name caused fear to start swimming in his body.

"Oh, I forgot. You guys all carry the curse of Ghost Dance Shi Wupeng. You can't say it, right?”

The evil spirit subconsciously nodded." That lord has instructed us to, uh, no, don't."

The evil spirit's body shook violently, as if there was something else in its body.

Zhang Qingshan felt that something was wrong. He quickly withdrew his foot and took a few steps back. This evil spirit was indeed brainless. It actually answered his question subconsciously.

A huge hand reached out from the top of the evil spirit's head, and the arm bent down. Kacha kacha, the sound of bones breaking could be heard as the evil spirit's head was forcefully twisted off.

Two hands stretched out from its abdomen. From the opening in its abdomen, the two large hands continuously tore at the evil spirit's body.

Witnessing this scene, Zhang Qingshan felt disgusted.

Ghost Dance Shi Wucai was really a cruel and heartless guy!

The sun slowly rose as the sun began to rise in the east. Zhang Qingshan, who had been sitting on the rock for a long time, stood up.

The first ray of sunlight shot out from the clouds and shone on the torn body of the evil spirit, slowly turning it into ashes.

Zhang Qingshan glanced at the sun in the sky, turned around, and continued on his way.

About the ghost dance

These two ghosts were specially created by Ghost Dance Shi Wucai to attack Zhang Qingshan when he was alone.

One possessed relative speed and the other possessed relative strength. The combination of speed and strength was the opponent that Phantom Dance Shi Wusheng had created for Zhang Qingshan alone.

Zhang Qingshan tightly gripped the knife on his waist. Ghost Dance Shi Wupao! One day, I will return the favor.

Suddenly, she wanted to thank everyone. The book had been through a lot since it was opened. The good and bad were mixed. She wanted to thank her family members who were still supporting her!

This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]

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