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Chapter 28 Ghost Fight
What a lot of strength!
Wu Qing's eyebrows twitched, and she couldn't figure out how Xianglian's weak body could exert such tremendous force.

"My third uncle didn't care."

Wu Qing explained casually, but didn't find it useful. After all,

This is not a grievance between people, but a ghost hiding in the world who wants to "live".

"nail."

Another powerful umbrella tip pierced through the air and hit the knife. Wu Qing almost lost the handle of the knife...

Wu Qing's eyes were wide open, trying to increase the amount of light received by the pupils, but in vain.

There was no light in the room, it was dark and endless.

But apparently Karen, who is a ghost, can see in the dark.

After she asked a question in the alley, Wu Qing never heard her speak, even when she was in a house with no one else, only the continuous umbrella tips came.

Hei Qizhong, who couldn't see his fingers, came from all directions, swift, powerful, and precise. Every stab made a sharp sound that pierced the air, just like the continuous rainstorm outside the house.

All pointed at Wu Qing's head, heart, neck and other vital points.

Wu Qing, who only relied on a pair of ears to distinguish the direction, was struggling left and right, barely parrying with a single sword.

Almost every sharp sound of flying thorns is followed by the symphonic sound of "nails".

In the rhythmic sound of each "nail" sound, Wu Qing felt that the single knife in his hand was trembling and whining, like a dead leaf being shaken by raindrops.

"damn thing."

Wu Qing looked quite calm, but...

Wait any longer!

"nail."

There was another shock, and just after receiving the stab, Wu Qing ignored the numbness of his arm, swung a single knife in his hand, lowered his head, and bumped out.

But he was very unlucky. He stepped on a bump, whether it was broken firewood, a soil bump, or a broken brick. It didn't make any difference. His ankle was halfway up, and Wu Qing subconsciously let go of the sole of his foot.

The sound of breaking the air is approaching!

Tilting her head, blood flowed from a long and thin cut on Wu Qing's cheek, but the corner of her mouth curled up.

Knocking open the red umbrella with a knife, Wu Qing's eyebrows suddenly twisted, and the single knife actually chased the retracted umbrella tip, like a snake attached to a branch.

Wu Qing, who had found a way in the dark, raised his arms, thumped on the ground, clamped the red umbrella with force in his armpits, turned his wrist, and the tip of the knife was faster than a snake letter, and gouged towards the handle of the umbrella.

The tip of the knife stagnates, and the real feeling of gouging out the flesh is transmitted from the tip of the knife, the body of the knife, all the way back to the handle, and then to the palm of the clenched hand, Wu Qing brows happily,

"One trick? I can't eat it anymore!"

There was no cry of pain from the dark opposite side, Wu Qing twisted her waist, trying to pull out the red umbrella with her armpit.

The red umbrella didn't move at all, as if it was embedded in the iron wall.

"Ok?"

Before Wu Qing thought about it, he felt a huge force rising from the armpit holding the red umbrella.

He was about to bend his knees and pressed down violently, trying to stabilize himself, but he was thrown flying in an instant, hit the wall with a "bang", and fell to the ground against the wall.

With a muffled groan, his body seemed to be dismantled, and there were sharp pains everywhere. Wu Qingqiang stood up with a single knife, and wiped the tip of the knife with his left hand reluctantly,
It was sticky, it was blood, and it was indeed hit just now.

But it was useless at all, he was still picked up by an umbrella.

Should it be said that it is worthy of being a ghost?

Wu Qing panted heavily.

"bass……"

In the invisible darkness, the trembling sound of the iron plate twitching.

Wu Qing suddenly thought of the big red umbrella in Xianglian's hand, with a thick handle and long pole.

Sword in the Umbrella?
Knife in the umbrella?

Just listening to the sound, Wu Qing couldn't tell whether Xianglian pulled out a sword or a sword, but...

Wu Qing scratched her teeth with her tongue, and made a loud noise,
"It doesn't matter whether you are a knife or a sword, if you only stab straight with one move, who are you bluffing!"

"Whoosh."

It was still the same stabbing, but without the restraint of the umbrella, the sharp blade stabbed faster, lighter, and with less noise.

Wu Qing was careless, his hands were too quick, and his trousers were pierced across the leg, but at least there was no further wound.

As soon as Wu Qing changed his routine, he turned around and walked out, staggering like drunk, his chest went directly towards the sharp blade, one step, one foot, one inch, so close that Wu Qing could feel the sharp edge of the sharp blade on his chest.

At such a dangerous distance, Wu Qing suddenly swung his left palm from top to bottom, and then his body turned to the left and back in a semicircle, but his feet kicked forward a big step, the blade hangs on the right side, the blade pointing down, The hilt of the knife is facing the sky, and the back blade flashes upwards!

The fragrance of fat and powder approached the tip of Wu Qing's nose, and his feet kept moving, like a bear sitting on a tiger, borrowing the force of his body's sinking, swung his arms and swung the sharp knife, slashing from the top of his head to the front!

"laugh……"

"boom."

As the knife fell, the sound of spurting blood and the sound of meat falling to the ground sounded successively.

Practice the essence of Bajiquan "Welcome the door and ignore three times" to carry the knife.

Eighth-level boxing, lifting willows and scatter yin knives, overlord chopping stones!

Cut off your hands?

The room was too dark, Wu Qing couldn't see, only knew that he didn't hear the cry of pain, so the blade rose again,
"Puff, puff, puff..."

The sound of the blade piercing the flesh was endless, and slices of blood splashed along the blade.

On Wu Qing's hands, on Wu Qing's belly, and on Wu Qing's face, he was receiving the coolness like rain, but the warmth and saltiness in his mouth told him,
This is not water!

"Whoosh!"

The sharp blade seemed to be unaffected, and came through the air again.

This is not dead?

Wu Qing was startled, strangled her body with a knife,

The two blades crisscrossed in the air, and the sparks burst into the air, blurring the room in an instant.

A severed hand is holding a folded big red umbrella and wading in the bloody water. The bloody water is connected with the blood pool. In the blood pool, there is a pair of red soaked embroidered shoes. Chi chi" ejaculated blood, but a woman with no expression on her face.

The double blade split at the touch of a touch, and Wu Qing, who was also covered in blood, viciously swung the blade and went up against the blade.

"Pfft... bang."

Xianglian's shoulders were flushed red, and her other arm was detached from her body, and she smashed the knife to the ground.

"I won't cry out in pain..."

Wu Qing's eyes shone coldly, it was so cold that he was about to drop scum,

"Then you don't have to shout anymore!"

The back blade is twisted, the front brace is bright, turning like a wheel, standing like a mountain, and the single sword is like a swimming dragon. The horizontal chop enters from the woman's left neck and exits from the right neck. A blood line around the woman's entire neck slowly emerges.

"Bang... Gululu... Bang."

The human head fell to the ground and rolled, followed by the body with three big blood holes on the left and right.

"Huh...huh..."

The exhausted Wu Qing hadn't even breathed a sigh of relief when she let out a shrill cry,
"what--"

It exploded in his mind without warning.

Wu Qing's blood rushed to his head, black on top of his eyes, and hit the floor tiles with a single "bang".

The sharp screams were fleeting, and on Xianglian's body that had been cut into quarters, patches of black corpse spots emerged quietly. It was unbearable to watch, and the body decayed and collapsed in an instant, turning into black corpse water and mixing into the blood water.

All that remains are tattered clothes, shriveled embroidered shoes, red umbrella sheaths, and red hay knives.

Wu Qing couldn't see these, but he couldn't avoid the soaring foul smell of corpses, and acid water almost vomited from Wu Qing's throat.

All rotten, dead?

Arms, face, and chest were all dripping blood from wounds. Wu Qing, who looked so miserable, leaned against the wall and wiped the blood from his face.

"Ghost? It's not very fierce."

Before the words fell, the red fine grass knife in the corpse water floated up without a sound...

(End of this chapter)