Maoshan Ghost King

The scimitar man desperately hugged Ge Yu's legs to buy time for the other two to escape. The two looked at Ge Yu angrily, and finally gave up saving the scimitar man and turned towards him. He ran towards the woods behind him.

The machete man was seriously injured, but he still hugged Ge Yu with all his strength, not letting him move at all.

Ge Yu originally wanted to slap him to death with one palm, but in a daze, he saw a trace of Zhong Jinliang on this man.

Several times, in order to buy everyone time to escape, Zhong Jinliang would do this by clinging to the enemy.

I would rather sacrifice myself to keep my brother alive.

This is something that Ge Yu admires very much.

At that moment, Ge Yu slapped the scimitar man on the back of the head with his palm, knocking him unconscious.

Even so, the man's hands still kept holding Ge Yu's legs, and finally broke free.

Ge Yu could have killed him, but he couldn't do it, so he thought of leaving it to Shao Xiaolong. Even if he didn't die, he would probably have to stay on Shenlong Island for the rest of his life.

The next moment, Ge Yu activated his Earth Escape Technique and chased the two of them in the direction of their escape again.

Although the footsteps of those two people were fast enough, compared with Ge Yu's ground escape technique, they were still far behind.

More than ten minutes later, Ge Yu saw the two people running away.

Especially the bald man, who looked very obvious under the moonlight.

The two men felt that Ge Yu had caught up with them, and their expressions changed greatly with fear.

The bald man immediately said to the person behind him, "Run separately, maybe one of us can survive. This young man is very strong. I guess even if the master comes, he may not be his opponent."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two people separated and ran wildly in two different directions.

Ge Yu suddenly stopped and didn't know which one to chase.

He didn't want to let any of these two people go, otherwise the consequences would be endless.

After only hesitating for a moment, Ge Yu quickly came up with an idea. He made a hand seal and silently recited a few spells, and two identical versions of himself suddenly appeared on both sides of Ge Yu's body.

This is the Xuanmen soul-dividing technique.

Ge Yu's body chased the bald old man, while the two ghosts chased the other person.

The two people ran wildly and looked behind them. When they saw Ge Yu suddenly turned into three people, they were so scared that they almost flew away.

You can't escape this guy's pursuit even if you run separately. Is he a devil?

The three of them were already ferocious enough, but they didn't expect to meet someone even more ferocious than them today.

This is why evil people still need to be punished by evil people.

With two consecutive earth escape techniques, Ge Yu quickly stopped in front of the bald old man and waited for him with the Seven Star Sword.

When the bald old man saw Ge Yu again, he didn't panic much this time. He just slowed down and walked towards Ge Yu step by step.

"We just killed a few ordinary people, do you need to kill them all like this?" The bald old man said gloomily.

"Ordinary people are human beings too. They also have parents and children. If you don't kill people in your country, you come to China to do evil. Are you bullying me and no one in China can deal with you?"

Then, Ge Yu added: "Anyone who offends China will be punished no matter how far away he is!"

The bald man knew he couldn't run away, so he immediately started to fight, opening his hands, ready to take action.

Ge Yu smiled contemptuously and said: "You are just a ghost in the fairyland. If you take action again, you will definitely die. It's better to just let it go and maybe you can live for a while longer."

"What level of cultivation are you at?" the bald old man asked curiously.

"After fighting for so long, you still haven't noticed. No wonder you are so overestimating your capabilities." Ge Yu sneered again.

"Tell me your name." The bald old man said again.

"My name is Ge Yu, my Taoist name is Long Yan, and I study under Chen Yuan Zhenren. If there is anything else you want to know before you die, I can tell you, but you should also let me know your name. My men will not kill Wuming. The ghost."

"My name is Tahong. When I met you today, I admit defeat, but there will definitely be someone to avenge me." The bald old man said again.

"There are so many people seeking revenge from me, who do you think they are?" Ge Yu said with a faint smile.

Suddenly, the bald old man seemed to remember something, and a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face again: "Wait a minute... you said your name is Ge Yu, the man who destroyed the Black Water Holy Spirit and the Black Demon Cult. Yu?"

"Yes, I didn't expect that my reputation has spread to Myanmar. If you die in my hands, is it not a injustice to you?"

"It's not a loss!" Although Tahong was frightened, he didn't intend to surrender. His hands were bluffing and his aura surged.

What Ge Yu didn't expect was that the guy's aura suddenly increased so much that his body was enveloped in a red light, and a blood vessel burst out in his neck.

This is an evil technique that burns vitality and increases one's own cultivation.

Although he didn't know what kind of technique it was, Ge Yu could see some clues.

This man named Tahong is already planning to fight him desperately.

Taking advantage of the sudden surge in his cultivation, Na Tahong roared loudly and rushed toward Ge Yu again.

While waving his hands, the palm wind thundered and whirred, creating palm shadows all over the sky. The palm wind was also mixed with a lot of red poisonous mist.

Ge Yu held the Seven-Star Sword and struggled with him for a moment, constantly moving around without fighting head-on.

In fact, I just want to prove whether this Burmese practitioner named Tahong is burning his own vitality.

After playing more than a dozen moves, Ge Yu verified his idea.

After Natahong executed a dozen powerful and lethal moves, he spat out a mouthful of blood, swayed twice, and almost fell to the ground.

"Why are you doing this? Even if you can win this fight, you won't survive in the end." Ge Yu shook his head and sighed.

Without saying a word, Tahong activated the evil technique again. Several blood vessels burst in his body, which raised his cultivation level to another level, and he continued to attack Ge Yu.

At this time, Ge Yu had lost patience with him, mainly because he was worried that the man who could spit out red threads with his hands would run away.

Seeing Tahong coming towards him again, Ge Yu raised his sword with both hands, first slashed his sword in his direction, knocked back the energy, and then shouted loudly: "The sword and man are one!"

Then the man and the sword merged together, turning into a dazzling light that shot towards Tahong like lightning.

Na Tahong slapped both of his palms towards Ge Yu at the same time, creating a fierce palm wind, but could not stop Ge Yu's terrifying sword.