"Bang...bangbang...bang...bangbang..."
The sound of the clock on Chongli Street continues.
"who?"
Feeling something was wrong, Duan Lang finally couldn't hold it back, so he went out to check, but he didn't expect to see the watchman walking around on the street with a group of stiff people.
Suddenly he pointed the Greedy Wolf Sword in his hand and shouted loudly.
"The ghost king asks for his life, and his ghost returns to silence. Young man, are you selling your life?"
As if he felt the broken waves blocking the road ahead, the watchman who was working on the watch stopped the bamboo stick in his hand and slowly raised his pale face and scarlet eyes.
His voice was a little hoarse, and there was no breath coming out when he spoke.
Obviously, this person is not alive.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Although the scene in front of him was a little strange, Duan Lang was not afraid at all. He saw the Greedy Wolf Sword in his hand instantly unsheathed, and he started to kill the group of people in front of him who were neither humans nor ghosts.
In his opinion, this was just some cult taking advantage of the first night of entering the upper realm of spiritual source to play tricks on the capital.
It's not like he hasn't heard of similar things like exorcism in Xiangxi, but it seems a bit scary.
"How brave, I dare to take action against this general."
The watchman holding a bamboo clapper in his hand saw the scarlet eyes of Duan Lang coming to kill with his sword, and his mouth curled up to his ears.
He is a subordinate of Li Yanluo, the ghost king here, and he was ordered to come to explore this new world that suddenly appeared.
Unexpectedly, a young man randomly appearing in this world would dare to attack him first.
He didn't see any movement, and the group of dead people behind him who had only been jumping around turned their eyes and rushed towards the broken waves one after another like a swarm.
Tonight he would test the depth of the water and see why the young man in front of him was so bold and fearless.
"The evil sect is just a bunch of dead people, and it's ridiculous to want to overthrow the capital."
Duan Lang, who rushed over at a very fast pace, showed no fear in the face of a group of corpses with bloody faces. Each one of them had a sword, but he passed through them in an instant.
Duanlang knew that he couldn't treat the dead with common sense, so he struck hard, hitting their heads with a sword.
So a scene like this appeared on Chongli Street, where sword energy and heads flew together.
These dead corpses were nothing more than a group of ordinary people in front of them. Even after death, they were still mortal bodies. They couldn't stop Duanlang's Greedy Wolf Sword. After cutting off their heads, they all collapsed one after another.
"Jie Jie Jie... The young man's swordsmanship is good, but unfortunately it is not enough.
Controlling corpses doesn't necessarily require a brain. "
Seeing that all the corpses under his control fell down, the watchman did not panic at all. The head fell off and it did not affect the battle.
If the other party's level as a martial arts master can't even deal with these unrefined corpses, then it's nothing more than that.
He threw away the bamboo stick in his hand and pointed at the corpses on the ground with both hands. The corpses with their heads missing instantly stood up and surrounded Duanlang again.
"interesting."
Duan Lang couldn't help but feel a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the headless corpse that was once again surrounding him.
Now he was somewhat sure that the person in front of him was not the cult member who usually shouted "Vacuum hometown, birthless mother".
Those people are just charlatans, but their methods are not so weird.
This may be a ghost from the upper realm of the spiritual source.
"Eclipse Sword Technique!"
Duanlang, who had some understanding in his heart, had no intention of quarreling with the opponent anymore, and started to use his true energy to unleash his ultimate moves.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the golden light is bursting.
A brilliant sword light shone across the entire Chongli Street, like a scorching sun eclipsing a person.
Duan Lang didn't hold back, and the martial arts master's aura was released without any reservation.
Countless sword energy with golden light shuttled over the corpses, even the watchman Duanlang holding his handprints not far away was spared.
The sword light of the ultimate blazing sun covered everyone.
It’s been a while since I followed the king, and I haven’t learned other Duan Lang yet, but I have quite a bit of experience in going all out against the enemy.
"Fire Yang Sword Intent?"
Watching Duan Lang's sword move, the watchman who was originally calm and calm suddenly screamed in horror.
His scarlet eyes turned pale instantly when he saw the scorching sun and sword light.
The eyes were bloodless.
He couldn't understand at all how a random person in this desolate world that he had just integrated into could possess the sword power to restrain ghosts.
The Ghost Festival brings great luck, and good luck comes home.
"Zheng~"
The sound of Greedy Wolf Sword's sword sounded.
Corpses were scattered all over Chongli Street.
The corpses everywhere include not only the corpses from the recent siege, but also the strange watchman.
"Huh? The ghost who explored the path is dead?"
In a bottomless cave thousands of miles away from Jinling City, a green-faced and fanged figure looked at a broken token in front of him and muttered to himself.
