Chapter 22 A Sword Comes from the West

Lin Qingsheng, who was soaked all over, let the rain slide down his cheeks, and held the broken spear tightly in both hands.

Time was eaten away little by little, and the ghost was getting closer and closer.

Everyone held their breath.

There is only the sound of rain.

Getting closer!

Getting closer!

Lin Qingsheng weighed the position of the attack bit by bit, and also determined the distance between him and the ghost.

"boom!"

Lightning flashed across the sky, leaving a cracked pattern on the sky.

As the lightning illuminated the earth, Lin Qingsheng suddenly took action.

The rusty spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea. The raindrops suspended in the air were exploded by the tip of the spear, and the spear stabbed fiercely at the black shadow.

At that moment, Lin Qingsheng felt that time had stopped. The spear pierced through drop of rain one by one, and the broken raindrops turned into smaller water droplets that splashed away.

The tip of the gun was getting closer and closer to the shadow.

Just when the tip of the gun in Lin Qingsheng's hand was about to touch the black shadow, the black shadow suddenly accelerated as if it had escaped from the confinement of time.

It seemed to be in two different dimensions from Lin Qingsheng.

In front of it, Lin Qingsheng seemed as slow as a snail.

As if shifting its shape and shadow, the black shadow came behind Lin Qingsheng.

According to the properties designed by Wen Zhengming, the speed of the black shadow is also twenty times that of an ordinary person. It is undoubtedly a pipe dream for Lin Qingsheng to want to stab it with a spear with his speed alone.

Lin Qingsheng used all his strength to stab in vain, and staggered forward a few steps.

Lin Qingsheng realized that the black shadow was coming behind him and made a sudden counterattack, but his attack missed again.

The ghost is moving too fast.

Lin Qingsheng is too slow.

If the strange ghost had not been a little afraid of the spear in Lin Qingsheng's hand, he might have died.

After the counterattack, although the stab missed, Lin Qingsheng still adjusted the angle of his body and faced the ghost head-on.

He already felt that he was definitely no match for the black shadow, even though the black shadow was afraid of the broken ghost spear in his hand.

All he could do now was to find a way to get out of the ghost's activity range.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here!"

Lin Qingsheng held the spear in his hand, stared at the black shadow in front of him and shouted.

The crowd of soldiers watching seemed to wake up from a dream at this moment, and began to retreat, carrying their comrades who had fallen in the mud. For a moment, Dawang Village was filled with retreating soldiers.

The heavy rain continued.

The huge ghost ignored the soldiers. It stared at Lin Qingsheng closely, as if Lin Qingsheng was the only one in its eyes.

Lin Qingsheng made several tentative attacks to attract the ghost's attention.

But they were all dodged by the ghost. After several attacks, Lin Qingsheng found that this thing seemed to be considering killing him.

It came closer and closer, and raised its huge ghost claws several times, as if it could no longer hold back.

Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but secretly say that something was wrong.

The next moment, the black shadow suddenly took the initiative to attack.

The huge body turned into an afterimage, and the ghost hand slapped Lin Qingsheng's left shoulder fiercely. Lin Qingsheng vaguely heard a crisp sound of bones.

“Crack!”

Lin Qingsheng flew out horizontally and fell into the mud. The severe pain spread from his shoulder to his whole body in an instant.

Lin Qingsheng leaned against the mud, holding the broken ghost spear in his right hand, and retreated little by little, crawling and rolling in the mud.

He was clearly aware of his condition; he had completely lost feeling in his left shoulder.

You must leave the range of this ghost, otherwise~~~

Lin Qingsheng stared closely at the ghost in front of him, otherwise he might have to die here today.

But the ghost would never let him leave.

Outside Wangjia Village, the fleeing soldiers clearly saw the ghost figure tossing them around in Dawangzhuang. They wanted to rescue him, but they didn't know how.

That ghost figure could not be harmed by swords or guns, nor could it be destroyed by artillery fire. This was truly beyond everyone's comprehension.

Everyone could only watch.

This made them extremely tormented, but they were helpless.

It was unknown how many times he had been thrown into the mud, but now Lin Qingsheng had completely turned into a mud man.

Mud and blood mixed together.

The broken ghost gun also fell out of his hand.

Seeing the ghost approaching, Lin Qingsheng had already given up. He didn't think he could survive.

The rain from the sky poured down on Lin Qingsheng. Lin Qingsheng grinned and cursed, "Damn it, this is how my life will be."

In the heavy rain, a tall black shadow slowly walked over, and the heavy rain passed through the thick black air and fell to the ground.

A huge ghost hand stretched out, and its sharp claws still shone coldly under the night rain.

The next moment, the ghost claw pressed down.

Lin Qingsheng closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

The soldiers who were not seriously injured also closed their eyes, unable to bear to see this scene.

Mao Hongwei's eyes were filled with tears and he wanted to rescue her, but he was held tightly by Xiao Zhao and others.

"boom!"

Once again, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky.

Under the dazzling flash, Mao Hongwei vaguely saw a white light, like a straight lightning, shooting directly down from the sky.

The white light hit the black shadow directly, like a punishment from heaven.

The lightning disappeared, and the sky and the earth became dark.

Mao Hongwei immediately shone the searchlight over there.

I saw that the huge black shadow was nailed to the ground by a pure white sword.

A sword comes from the west, like a fairy from the sky.

The sword was completely white, as if it was made of winter snow.

Next to the long sword, a man in white stood proudly. The heavy rain in the sky seemed to have spirituality and avoided the man in white.

Mao Hongwei was stunned for a moment, because the man was wearing a long Hanfu robe, a jade pendant on his waist, and his long hair was tied up in a crown, looking like an ancient person.

His facial features are refined and handsome, full of heroism yet youthful.

All the words used to describe a young man with high spirits can be used to describe him.

But "the man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world" can barely describe such a man.

The man in white turned around and looked at Mao Hongwei and the others, and said:

"Why don't you come and rescue people?"

"oh!"

Mao Hongwei seemed to have just come to his senses, and hurriedly rushed over with a few people to pull Lin Qingsheng out of the quagmire.

The man in white just stood in front of the ghost, and the ghost was as powerless as a child in front of him.

The pure white blade nailed it firmly to the ground, and it couldn't even turn over.

The next moment, the man in white seemed to have noticed something and stretched out his hand to grab at the void.

In the muddy ground, a spear suddenly broke out of the ground.

The mud and water on the spear fell off inch by inch the moment it was unearthed, and the spear covered with copper rust fell into the hands of the man in white.

"This is something belonging to the Yin soldiers. Is this why you come to provoke this evil ghost?"

The man in white glanced at Mao Hongwei who was supporting Lin Qingsheng, and shook the spear in his hand, which directly penetrated into the ghost's body.

The ghost that had been struggling originally was completely motionless this time.

It's like being completely dead.

The man in white looked at the rusty spear and the motionless ghost and said:

“The things are good, but you don’t use them well.”

(End of this chapter)