Master of Beasts

A vague black shadow floated slowly from the gravel and dust mist, and a cloud of black mist drifted erratically behind it.

It raised its head and looked at Henry Zhang indifferently. Those yellow pupils were extremely cloudy. Behind it was a linen robe like a cloak. The end of the robe was broken into strands, looking , as if it was a tatter picked up from the wild.

What attracted the most attention was the two claws hanging beside him. At first glance, they were as dry as eagle claws, as if there was no water at all, and the sharp nails were filled with black air.

Gravekeeper, a fifth-order high-level lord-level spirit beast, with a dark attribute.

"Fifth-level spirit master." Pang Yi looked at the tomb guard three feet above the ground, and his eyelids twitched. According to the information they had, this Song Yin should only be a fourth-level spirit master, but the strength he displayed now, It has exceeded their expectations.

"If I had known this, I would have let Youli and Henry Zhang come in." Pang Yi's face was a little ugly. Although his Mingzhu soul was only one step away from the fifth level, it was still not as good as the grave guard ghost. few.

Moreover, this mass burial forest is also the most natural battlefield for grave guard ghosts.

"Hehe, two little guys, which one of you wants to engrave your name on this tombstone first?" Song Yin smiled lightly, as if the situation in the field had been firmly controlled by him.

Hearing these words, Pang Yi's face twitched slightly. In his heart, he had already felt the idea of ​​retreating. He came to the Nether Light Empire just to experience it. He didn't expect that he would experience such a disparity in fighting. .

However, retreating now will undoubtedly leave a bad impression on Youli, no matter what, he will not allow this to happen.

After pondering for a while, a bright light suddenly flashed across Pang Yi's eyes.

"Xiao Yang, are you afraid?"

Turning his head, Pang Yi looked at Henry Zhang's side face, pretending to be calm and said: "If you are afraid, leave the battlefield quickly, so as not to fight later and get in the way here."

After saying this, Pang Yi secretly rejoiced. He believed that as long as he said this, Henry Zhang would definitely not back down, and would even take the initiative to fight.

In this youthful age group, what they like to do most is to fight for strength and victory. A little stimulation from the outside world will make their hearts surge with enthusiasm.

Under Pang Yi's sarcasm eyes, Henry Zhang took a deep breath, immediately raised the soles of his feet, took a step back, and said solemnly: "Be careful, if the situation is not right, I will help."

Seeing Henry Zhang receding further and further away, the sarcasm in Pang Yi's eyes suddenly froze, and a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

Henry Zhang, actually retreated?

At this moment, the conception in his mind was completely disrupted. He opened his mouth, but he never made a sound.

"Hehe, it seems that I have to work again."

Picking up the chisel in his hand, Song Yin said coldly: "Ghost of the grave, twist that kid's head off for me."

"Shua!"

With a movement of the tomb guard's figure, it seemed as if it had turned into a black shadow, flashing in front of Pang Yi's body, its withered claws, which were as dry as eagle's claws, were torn down fiercely by a fierce wind.

"clang!"

Just when the tomb guard's claws were about to touch Pang Yi's face, a slender bamboo pole protruded from the side, and the sharp bamboo tip precisely hit the grave guard's palm.

Taking advantage of this gap, Pang Yi hurriedly backed away from the battle circle. When he saw Henry Zhang sitting on a huge rock, watching the battle here leisurely, he couldn't help biting his teeth together , making a crunching sound.

This is the second time he has dug a hole but not Henry Zhang, but only himself.

The claws were pressed against the pitch-black bamboo pole, and the corner of the grave guard's mouth raised a sinister smile. Immediately after its palm, with a sudden force, Ming Zhuhun's body backed up again and again.

"call out!"

After withdrawing a few pictures, Ming Zhuhun's eyes turned cold, and with his free left hand, he patted the bottom of the bamboo pole. A sharp bamboo sword flashed with sharp luster, and shot out from the tip of the bamboo pole, piercing through the tomb guard in an instant. Ghost palm.

Pulling out the bamboo sword that had grown several times, Ming Bamboo Soul quickly swung several swords in a row, only to see a few black arcs flashing, and several clear bloodstains appeared on the tomb guard's arm.

His eyes flickered slightly, and Henry Zhang looked at the back of Ming Zhuhun without blinking. The speed at which this kind of spirit beast swung the bamboo sword was too fast, let alone a fifth-level high-level lord-level grave guard, Even if it is the sixth level, it may not be able to keep up with its speed.

"That's it, let me clean its blood!" Pang Yi couldn't help but be happy when he saw that Mingzhu Soul had the upper hand. If he could leapfrog the level and kill the tomb guard ghost, he would undoubtedly have something to do when he returned to Snow Wind City. Lost bragging capital.

Maybe, Youli can also give him a high look.

"It's too early to be happy." Henry Zhang shook his head with a dignified expression, the tomb guard has already taken precautions, and it is difficult for the current Bamboo Soul to take advantage of it.

"Roar!"

Looking at the stabbing bamboo sword, the tomb guard let out a roar like a beast, and immediately spread its claws, and amidst the surge of spiritual power, its claws swelled three times at this moment. Four times, on the surface, there seems to be a series of strange black lines, which is particularly frightening.

High-level lord-level skill, ghoul hand!

"Shua!"

The giant claws slammed down suddenly, and the rushing Mingzhu soul was sent flying ten feet away, and the retreating body smashed a few tombstones before slowly stopping.

"Mingzhuhun, use the sword rain!" Pang Yi shouted quickly, looking at the grave guard ghost who was following closely behind.

"Crackling!"

Enduring the severe pain in his wrist, Ming Zhuhun flicked the bamboo sword in the palm of his hand, and the bamboo body wrapped on it suddenly peeled off step by step, leaving only a bright rapier, which was tightly held in his hand .

Suspended above a tombstone, the thin sword in Ming Zhuhun's hand slowly stabbed out, and the space in front of him seemed to be drawn with a clear crack at this moment.

"call out!"

Following the stabbing of this sword, countless sharp sword lights appeared around the soul of Mingzhu, and immediately shrouded the tomb guard who rushed towards him, covering the sky and covering the earth.

The rags and robes on his body fluttered in the wind. Looking at the sword light all over the sky, the tomb guard not only did not retreat in the slightest, but instead had a savage grin on the corner of his mouth.

With both hands and claws clasped in front of the body of the tomb guard, black energy frantically condensed and turned into a tombstone in an instant.

The tombstone seemed incomplete, full of cracks, but the moment it appeared, Pang Yi's face suddenly changed.

"Wow!"

With the sound of the rushing wind, the stone tablet in the hands of the ghost guarding the tomb suddenly fell down, and the sword lights that stabbed one after another were directly blasted into light spots all over the sky. Finally, the thick body of the tablet was mercilessly thrown On the body of Ming Zhuhun.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound resounded, and the body of Mingzhu Soul flying upside down drew a trace on the ground that was hundreds of feet long, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

Looking at this scene, Pang Yi's face was dull, his Bamboo Soul was defeated...

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