Ghost Shelter System

After parting ways with Ying Fengyao, Qin Kun went to the ghost town.

Today is 16 to 8, 8 to 4.

The martial arts arena is becoming more and more popular, no, it should be ghost energy.

People like to join in the fun, and ghosts also like it. At this time, some local tyrants and evil gentry also get out of the coffin. In the temple of Longhuai Ghost City, the local tyrants and evil gentry who have been worshiped all year round will generously distribute incense as alms.

In the past few days, Niu Meng and the others would basically come back once to report, and then stay in the ghost town.

According to him, it is preparation for war.

Qin Kun cannot guide them in their ghost skills. As the master, he can only cheer for them silently. Qin Kun, who is full of fighting spirit, feels a little aggrieved, but fortunately, sometimes watching ghosts fight is also a pleasing thing. .

Performing martial arts off stage.

"Master Qin!"

All the way away, a ghost dressed as a chieftain greeted Qin Kun.

There is a braid slicked back in the middle of his bald head, and there are countless jade strings hanging on his body.

Chieftain ghost, Mang Ciluo!

"Toast, have you been here these days?"

Today, Qin Kun had no appointment with the others and came alone. They have not been seen yet.

Mang Ciluo smiled, with sharp teeth and pure white eyes: "Yes, you also know that the ghost town has the rules of the ghost town. We are not allowed to go out. We have been here these past few days."

Of course Qin Kun knew, but as a big ghost, he could often override the rules.

Mang Ciluo's ghost energy is condensed and not released, and it feels like a wandering ghost! But the wandering soul must not be covered with corpses! So this must be a big ghost!

In other words, Qin Kun couldn't see through it, and Nie Yuxuan's Qi-gazing technique couldn't see through it last time. His strength can be imagined.

Qin Kun had guessed that this guy was a ghost king.

But as long as he is not his opponent, Qin Kun doesn't care what he is.

On the stage, the old ghost in charge said a long series of words, praised the Longhuai Ghost King who had been missing for an unknown period of time, then cleared his throat and announced the start of the duel!

"The Wu Tea Party, 16 Jin 8, officially begins!"

Long Huai's martial arts performance, that is, a one-on-one competition, Qin Kun's ghosts, Niu Meng, Peeling Skin, and Shui Monk, three guys entered the top 16, and Qin Kun gained a lot.

Niu Meng has strength and is good at fighting. As the oldest person who has been with him for the longest time, there is nothing wrong with him being promoted to the top 16. The newly promoted ghost general, Monk Shui, has just condensed into the Buddha Moon, and is obviously protected by the mysterious Buddha energy, which is understandable.

It's amazing to peel.

Qin Kun didn't expect the evil ghost's strength to be among the top 16!

"Master Qin, your Blood King Corpse is so powerful!"

During this period of duel, many spectators secretly picked up nicknames. The nickname of Skinned was Blood King Corpse. He was stronger than every bloody ghost that others had seen!

His powerful fighting skills, two lives, and parasitic ghost technique - Ghost Grass Thorn made him very famous!

Qin Kun smiled modestly.

The first battle today is skinning.

"The first game, Blood King Corpse vs. Sword Tomb Soul!"

Opposite the skinned man is a long-robed swordsman!

This outfit must be hundreds of years old!

The clothes are in tatters, and there are sword marks, and the appearance of death is also caused by sword marks. The sword tomb ghost is holding a sword, a white bone sword, like jade, but after the corrosion of time, the sword has been coated with a layer of yellow grease.

"start!"

After the old ghost in charge made the announcement, the Skinned Ghost and the Sword Tomb Soul didn't even move!

Among the top 16, there are 3 evil ghosts, representing the peak combat power of evil ghosts!

The other party is also one of the three evil ghosts!

Jianzhonghun waved to Peipei, who was wearing human skin and eating melon seeds.

As a scout, Skinning isn't very good at front-facing, that's true. His fighting skills include taking advantage of geographical advantages to expand his advantage step by step and cannibalize the opponent, but for now, the spectator stand is still a spectator stand.

No one's mirage can overwhelm the other's!

"Aren't you going to take action?"

After Jianzhonghun said this, his body swayed. If others didn't take action, it would be his turn.

One flicker, a shadow, another flicker, another shadow, three flickers, three afterimages!

Three afterimages, three sword marks!

"Qingfeng White Bones!"

Qingfeng White Bones is his sword and also his sword name!

Three sword marks, three sword auras, three green blades of white bones, piercing the skin directly, without any fancy!

The skinned ghost's face darkened.

"Ghost Grass Thorn!"

The skinned ghost remained motionless, and ghost grass suddenly appeared on the ground. The current ghost grass was no longer like what Qin Kun saw at first. The straw stubble looked like a genetic mutation, dark and shiny, and looked sharp and cutting!

One after another, the ghost grass grows wildly and stabs suddenly.

Swish, swish, blocked three sword energy, but was also cut to pieces.

In the stands, Qin Kun shook his head, seemingly restrained.

The skinned ghost's parasitic ghost technique seems to belong to the five elements of wood. Facing sharp metal, it is difficult to compete head-on!

This makes no sense, after all, no matter how poisonous the ghost grass is, it is still grass, and sword and sword are two different concepts!

After the three crops of ghost grass were cut, Jianzhonghun shook his head: "You have already lost!"

Skinner felt the pressure.

In the past few days, at the critical moment of life and death, he had encountered many strong men, and he was struggling to fight against them. It must be said that it had improved him a lot, but no matter how great the improvement was, it could not reverse this fact. Qin Kun once bought him a simple knife, and the skinned ghost took it out.

When Jianzhonghun saw the opponent's stance with the sword, he knew he was not a professional.

He shook his head and stepped forward!

Ding ding ding ding!

The overwhelming advantage exudes, using the sword as the power!

Sword Tomb Spirit's offensive was like a violent storm, not giving the opponent time to breathe, and the pressure on the Skinned Ghost became stronger and stronger!

It's messed up. Although the Skinner can use a knife, he is not an expert at it. The rhythm is messed up!

Ding!

Pu Dao was thrown away, and Jian Zhonghun flew away with his sword and took it straight to the skinned throat bone!

prick--

puff--

Blood spattered, and a ghostly ghost body formed. He was seriously injured, and his throat was sealed with a sword!

The Skinned Ghost grabbed Jianzhonghun's arm and slashed him hard, cutting off one of his heads.

Sword Tomb Soul stood there, looking coldly at the fallen skinned ghost.

"Stop pretending, I know how weird this magic weapon of yours is, get up!"

Human skin puppet!

The fallen skin turned into a fake body filled with straw. Behind Jianzhonghun, a ghost appeared!

"I have to say, it hurts a little!"

The Skinner grinned, showing his teeth: "But you are dead!"

I?

The soul of the Sword Tomb is yet to be mocked.

Suddenly, something doesn't feel right about me!

There was something crawling under his skin!

He saw that his hand holding the sword had been scratched at some point, as if something had gotten in.

The squirming became more and more intense, and Jianzhonghun was so frightened that he seemed to be unable to hold the sword steadily!

He quickly turned his head and stabbed and peeled off the skin again!

The swordsmanship is so fast that there is no way to avoid it!

But this time, the fast sword lost its accuracy!

A sword was pierced into the chest of Peixi, who vomited blood and said loudly: "Corpse stuffing grass!"

Jianzhonghun's internal organs were filled with ghost grass, growing out of his seven orifices, squeezing his eyeballs, filling his ears and nose, and the tongue in his mouth began to wilt as the ghost grass sucked the nutrients.

With a pop, the ghost grass all over his body exploded from his body!

A sword-wielding ghost expanded into a grass dumpling! Just fall down!