He obviously didn’t recognize this cute but sharp-tongued rabbit, which was not an ordinary rabbit demon, but a false beast who had lived in Shan Hai Jing for more than two thousand years.
After an angry roar, Fan Wenhu jumped high from the ground and threw the drop of blood pike out of his hand.
The blood mist surge pike changed into a gorgeous ferocious python in the middle, and nine niang, who stood in front of Lin Yang, showed ferocious fangs.
At the same time, Fan Wenhu’s figure twisted like a mountain tiger, and he pounced on the wasted bone knife, which was flashing with a new cold mountain and withered yellow bone knife, and grew out of his right arm to meet the wasted huge head. "I didn’t expect you, the fleeing general, to know something about the art of war. I want to entangle a horcrux first and then beat another one thunderously at this time, so I can break one enemy and two risks … It’s a pity that you chose the wrong person. My ghost is not a soft persimmon in your eyes."
In the face of Fan Wenhu’s face, he chopped a knife and raised his hand in a big iron fan after sneering.
bang
In the fierce collision, the osteotome in Fan Wenhu’s hand collided with the big iron fan.
Something unexpected happen at this moment.
Fan Wenhu suddenly leaned forward, but with the help of the osteotome and the big iron fan, the anti-shock force generated by the collision flew in the direction of the entrance to the grave.
Seeing this, everyone froze.
Lin Yang reacted quickly after a brief surprise. "Originally, this Fan Wenhugen didn’t want to fight hard with us, but he made up his mind to escape from the moment he saw nine niang and the old man. Yes, if he showed his intention to escape as soon as he did, he would be stopped by our force. He chose to do the opposite and put on a posture of being provoked and trying hard to let us relax our vigilance, but he took advantage of this opportunity to use the old man’s strength to escape …"
I have to say that Fan Wenhu really knows the art of war and strategy, but his art of war strategy doesn’t seem to be in the right place, but he is running for his life … It’s really worthy of being a general in the history of history. "Leave him and you can’t let him run."
The truth is that Lin Yang doesn’t need to wake up. Everyone reacted after seeing Fan Wenhu flying towards the entrance to the grave.
Nine niang’s nine heads chirped in unison, and a thick blood fog immediately appeared over her figure, burning bloody feathers, and flying out like a fire and rain, the colorful python was burned to ashes and swept away toward Fan Wenhu.
While the ghost sou threw the big iron fan out of his hand in anger.
This iron fan is also a treasure. After flying out, it immediately became as big as a car and took it directly to Fan Wenhu.
Wu Sangui, Wei Zhongxian and other spirits are also blocking the gap of Jiugong prisoners’ ghost symbol array, and at the same time, they have thrown out the symbols and cast their skills to try their best to entangle Fan Wenhu.
It’s a pity that Fan Wenhu ran away so fast that Wu Sangui, Wei Zhongxian and others could not touch his body and naturally delayed and entangled him.
In the blink of an eye, Fan Wenhu rushed to the entrance to the grave.
However, at this time, nine niang’s blood-burning feathers and the big iron fans also drove him away.
"the sea of blood is fluttering"
In the roar, Fan Wenhu’s body and soul burned wildly, and wisps of foul-smelling pungent blood fog emanated from the blood armor of his body. In an instant, a layer around his body was like a sea of blood, in which ghosts screamed, cried and struggled … Whether it was nine niang burning blood feathers or ghosts, big iron fans were blocked by this sea of blood.
Fan Wenhu’s figure is looming in a sea of blood, and he laughs proudly. "Although he was a defeated general when he was old, there were not a few people who killed people and slaughtered the city. My hands are covered with human blood. This sea of blood is a treasure refined by the blood of those people I killed. Tens of millions of people’s hatred and resentment are gathered in this sea of blood. Do you want to break it? Hey hey, that’s impossible. "
Fan Wenhu has great confidence in refining this soul treasure by himself. Unfortunately, this soul treasure can defend and save his life, so he can’t attack and kill the enemy. Otherwise, even if he is faced with two monsters with similar strength, he will be sure to win. He will be able to play the old line of escape again as he is now.
Even Fan Wenhu’s ghost king level strength can’t last long. When he stopped laughing, he turned and walked towards the entrance to the grave.
At this time, a golden light bloomed from Lin Yang’s hand and shot into the blood sea in an instant.
"Seven-star sword?" Fan Wenhu clearly saw that this golden light was not a special treasure, but seven copper coins jumped into the Seven-Star Sword. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked to reveal a disdainful sneer. "This thing may be effective against ordinary ghosts, but it is not enough to deal with me, the ghost king … Hum, even two blows comparable to the devil king’s power were blocked by my blood. What can you do with this Seven-Star Sword?"
His voice just fell and shot out from Lin Yang’s hand, and the Big Dipper sword broke out into a murderous look at the bullfight. "Hey? Competitive murderous look This seven-star sword copper coin is even not simple … But it still doesn’t hit me in a sea of blood … "Fan Wenhu didn’t finish this sentence when he saw that the Big Dipper sword was not blocked out of the sea of blood like a flaming blood feather and a big iron fan, but was blocked from plunging into the sea of blood in a light sound, and came straight at him.
"How is that possible?"
Fan Wenhu suddenly lost his pupil and exclaimed. His tone was full of disbelief.