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Ye Ming sneered and slowly raised his hand: "Human beings always like to call those who are stronger than them gods, and those they fear as ghosts."

"Small, ignorant, like a frog at the bottom of a well."

At this moment, a purple-black fog filled the area around the hospital, like an abyss.

"In my ghost, I am God!"

He shouted loudly, and in just a split second appeared in front of the two, swinging his scythe.

Where the blade swept by, a looming skeleton appeared, terrifying.

"I'll come!"

Zhao Xi snorted, and the rotating sledgehammer became entangled with him.

Only ghost weapons can fight ghost weapons.

If Xia Feng forcibly carries that move, he will definitely die.

Zhao Xiyu rotated the sledgehammer and smashed towards Ye Ming like a violent wind.

The latter's eyes were jealous, but the speed of the knife in his hand did not decrease in the slightest, and his moves were fierce.

"I have to admit that your powerful talent, if you awaken the ghost, I will never be your opponent."

Ye Ming blocked the hammer blow and said coldly: "It's a pity that you are still too weak now." As

soon as the words fell, something strange happened.

His figure disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Xiyu's face changed drastically, and he twisted his thin waist and swung behind him.

It's just that this hammer is empty.

The Ye Ming who was slowly condensing behind him slowly dissipated.

Fake!

"Look?"

Ye Ming's voice suddenly sounded, right behind him.

She turned sharply, only to see an oncoming scythe!

Zhao Xiyu's eyes were bloody, and if this blow hit her, she would definitely not be able to fight back.

In desperation, he had to hurriedly block and put the sledgehammer in front of him.

Although Zhao Xiyu's ghost weapon was several levels stronger than it, the realm of the two sides was too much worse.

Her slender figure flew out upside down like an arrow, and the sledgehammer also landed in the distance.

Lin Beihai and Xu Jianlou could only work on the sidelines, they were already at their limit.

The damage that had been hard done to Ye Ming before, he had also fully recovered.

This is the horror of the ghost.

At one time, the new city also had powerful evil spirits with ghosts.

In that battle, the Ghost Hunter suffered heavy losses until the defenders of Xincheng came forward and sealed it again.

And now, with just the two of them, how could they defeat Ye Ming?

However, at this moment, an electric light suddenly flashed and the two could not open their eyes.

The summer breeze moved.

At this time, he was calmer than ever.

Fast! Hurry up again!

At this time, there was only one thought in his mind.

Time seemed to slow down under the electric light, and the clothes of the summer wind whined under the impact of the wind.

The hairpins were scattered, and the black hair like a waterfall danced in the air.

The embroidered spring knife in his hand almost cut through the void, and the blade surface was accompanied by wisps of electric wire, directly taking Ye Ming's first level!

Bow, raise your hand, draw your knife!

All in one go.

Concentrate a little and give it your attention!

Breath of Thunder, Fire Thunder God!

At the moment of swinging the sword, the blade seemed to turn into a golden thunder dragon.

"You don't seem to understand the horror of ghost weapons."

Ye Ming looked calm, but simply raised the scythe.

Gong !!

The crisp sound of weapons clashing echoed around.

Ye Ming was still standing in place, his scythe in front of him.

No one saw when Xia Feng made the knife, but only saw a blinding electric light disappear instantly.

The corners of Xia Feng's mouth curved.

He has been pursuing what effect his most perfect knife will have, and he has done it just now.

In the palm of his hand, sticky hot blood soaked the hilt.

The entire blade has been completely broken, leaving only the bare knife handle.

"Is there really a gap in weapons?"

This knife actually cut off the extremely hard embroidered spring knife.

"Ants, before being crushed to death, tend to desperately shake their thin limbs and struggle."

Ye Ming looked at Xia Feng with pity in his eyes, and he perfectly blocked this blow.

"It's a pity, but it still can't escape the end of death."

"Even if this is a desperate stab you make, in front of the ghost weapon, it is in vain."

Ye Ming stepped and slowly walked towards the summer breeze that was fixed in place like a tombstone.

He was pondering whether to turn him into a ghost slave or kill him directly.

Suddenly, Ye Ming was fixed in place, his eyes full of disbelief.

He hurriedly reached out and covered his neck.

Blood burst out like a pillar, and a hideous opening climbed on the neck like a centipede.

"How... Possible?!

He hurriedly stepped back and looked at the summer wind incredulously.

A small awakened person can actually hurt himself?

When exactly?

Thinking back to the blow just now, his pupils shrank sharply.

Is it that blade?

The blow of the summer wind actually split the wind into a blade!

It's horrible.

Lin Beihai and Xu Jianlou's eyes lit up.

It hurts!

That teenager, it is really possible to crack this crisis!

Xia Feng, who had never spoken, slowly turned his head and looked at Ye Ming with a sad face: "Look at the fear in your eyes."

"Why, you were scared like this by the ants in your mouth?"

Ye Ming was murderous and covered his neck deadly.

"I wanted to keep you alive, but unfortunately, now it seems that you have to die."

If he allows the summer wind to grow, he may really be able to lead mankind to a desperate situation in the future.

Seeing Xia Feng standing still, he sneered: "

Why, your body has stopped listening to the command after you swing this knife?"

Ye Ming kept rubbing his neck, and the wound actually began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"His grandmother's, you're such a big clever."

Xia Feng was tormented by the pain all over his body to the point of grinning.

After slashing out this perfect blow, his body also reached its limit.

If it weren't for that terrifying spiritual power, he would have fainted long ago.

"Its wounds, completely recovered!"

Lin Beihai said in disbelief.

On the side, Xu Jianlou's clenched fist was also completely loosened.

The other party's ghost, but eternal life.

No matter how perfect this knife is, it will disappear in the end.

Already, it's over.

They are going to see the new city become hell.

"Ten minutes, ten minutes left."

Ye Ming looked around feverishly.

The fog that shrouded the hospital became thicker and thicker, and the red moon in the sky became even bigger, as if it could be touched by reaching out.

Inside the building, people pray with their hands folded.

Zhou Yi looked at the mobile phone, and the photo of himself and his son and Xia Feng was stunned.

The middle-aged woman who was rescued by the summer wind hugged her child tightly.

Lu Renjia trembled and held his mobile phone, the number of people in the live broadcast room had exceeded two million, and the screen was full of encouraging barrages.

Doctors are still treating injured people with what they have at hand.

Outside the hospital, the four gates of the east, south, and northwest were already full of awakened people.

They looked firm, ready to face the moment when ten thousand ghosts walked at night.

Li Chengzhi looked at the watch in his hand for the tenth time, and his face was always filled with heavy clouds.

For him, if he loses this battle again, he will voluntarily resign.

"In ten minutes, this filthy city will be baptized!"

Ye Ming shouted hysterically: "Xia Feng, I won't kill you for the time being, I want you to see this scene with your own eyes!"

He walked slowly towards the construction building.

Ten minutes later, an extremely terrifying ghost aura will be released from the center of this place, which is enough to ghost all the ten thousand people in this hospital.

At that time, no one can stop the collapse of the new city.

"His grandmother's, move Lao Tzu."

Xia Feng desperately controlled his body, but only the pain of tearing was reflected in him.

The body, as if it no longer belonged to him.

The brain, on the other hand, became clearer and clearer under severe pain.

With all his efforts, he only moved half an inch forward.

Looking at Ye Ming, who was gradually moving away, there was no way to break the situation.