Guan Shengye and Zong Ao are both quite strong fighters.
One was a street fighter in his youth, incredibly ruthless, capable of taking on ten opponents at once; the other was a military ace elite whose fighting skills had won awards in international competitions.
With the addition of a seemingly powerful Taoist priest, the three men couldn't gain any advantage against Jian Yiying.
The whip in her hand seemed to have eyes; even though she wielded it haphazardly, it always managed to block the attacks of three people.
Yao Yan rolled awkwardly to the ground, dodging the whip that struck him.
If this thing were to hit you hard, it could displace your internal organs.
His fighting spirit grew stronger with each battle, and Jian Yiying's eyes turned bloodshot and purple; she was completely out of consciousness.
Guan Shengye and Zong Ao were at a disadvantage, struggling to block Jian Yiying's attacks.
Zong Ao shouted at Yao Yan, "What other treasures do you have? Throw them out now! Don't be stingy at this point!"
Yao Yan cursed, "I wouldn't give up my head, do you know what she's holding? It's something from the time when Pangu created the world, damn it!"
Although the swimming pool is large, two-thirds of it is the pool area. The floor around the pool is slippery and small, making it difficult to move around freely.
Yao Yan charged forward again, his peach wood sword being whipped into the pool.
He blurted out "Holy shit!" and the next second, the whip, carrying a stench, came straight at his face.
Yao Yan cursed, wondering just how jealous that damned female ghost was of someone else's good looks.
Guan Shengye threw the stick in his hand hard, blocking the blow for him.
Enraged, Jian Yiying turned her head fiercely, lashing the whip at Guan Shengye with thunderous force, yelling, "Die!"
Yao Yan's expression changed drastically, and she shouted at the air in a piercing voice, "Boss! Husband! Help!"
Almost instantly, a hole was torn open in the space above the swimming pool.
A sharp scythe gleaming with black energy flew out and blocked the fatal whip.
Then a man in a black cloak walked out of the space, reached out, and caught the Grim Reaper's scythe.
Jian Yiying's two attacks were blocked, and she roared angrily at the man.
The man's voice was rich and deep, but his words were rather sharp and unpleasant to listen to.
"What are you yelling about? Are you a dog? Shut up!"
There's no way Jian Yiying would listen to him; she has an unfair advantage and isn't afraid of anyone.
She took a step back, muttered something, and swung the whip, handle and all, into the air.
A deep dragon roar was heard, and a skeletal dragon with flapping wings appeared in mid-air.
Yao Yan walked up to the man in the black robe and muttered something under her breath.
"How come I didn't know your old man was so generous, casually giving away the Ancient Yinglong Whip to some cannon fodder?"
Last time I saw that Sunset Longbow, he treasured it like it was something special, he wouldn't let me touch it, blah blah blah…
The man in black robes pinched his buttocks, somewhat helplessly saying, "My goodness, is this the time to talk about this? Let's wait until your husband subdues this monster."
Zong Ao and Guan Shengye stared blankly at everything before them.
It's truly terrifying that a scene that only exists in American blockbusters has been brought into reality one day.
There was even some moss on the dragon skeleton, and a damp, rotten smell wafted out.
This is real, and the two realized for the first time how insignificant humanity truly is.
Yi Mu, who was locked outside the door, also saw the thing, and he opened his mouth slightly in astonishment.
It's one thing for this world to have ghosts, but to have such obviously illegal creatures is practically a bug, isn't it?
The usually science-loving 998 pretended to be dead at this moment, refusing to come out no matter how much the sheep called.
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