"Xu Qingfeng, come quick! These guys are pretty tough, I'm leaving them to you!"
Xu Xiwang turned around and shouted.
Xu Qingfeng ran over with a grim expression.
When he saw what was happening, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost cursed, "Damn it, you tricked me! These guys are all at the half-step Transcendent Realm! You want me, a mere Qi and Blood Seventh Level cultivator, to come here and die?"
"I can't beat them, you do it, I'll deal with the zombies behind us."
Xu Qingfeng turned to run away, but Xu Xiwang grabbed him.
"How about this, we split the work: you do three, and I'll do six, okay?"
Xu Qingfeng's eyes widened. "Three? Are you kidding me? You want me to fight three? Do you think I'm a god?"
Xu Xiwang rolled her eyes. "Then what do you think we should do?"
"You can't beat nine of them, so figure it out yourself!"
After saying that, Xu Qingfeng shook off Xu Xiwang's hand and prepared to make a quick getaway.
Xu Xiwang gripped his hand tightly and said earnestly, "You take one hit, and I'll take the rest. Is that alright? At least share the burden a little. Aren't you even a man of the Xu family?"
Xu Qingfeng gritted his teeth, "Fine! One at a time! I'll risk it all!"
"Good brother! This is a true brother!"
Xu Xiwang laughed heartily.
This made the nine ghostly figures on the other side turn green with rage.
Holy crap!
How dare they look down on the Netherworld Ghost Clan?!
Xu Xiwang's eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light as he stared at the Nine Ghosts Locking Spirit Array before him, a blood-red spear gripping his hand.
A series of sharp spear beams slashed across the ground, carving a trench a hundred meters long.
"Hmph, overestimating themselves, daring to provoke us? They're practically courting death."
One of the ghostly figures shouted coldly.
Xu Qingfeng's lips curled into a mocking smile. "That depends on whether you have the ability."
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and rushed to the nearest ghostly figure, thrusting his spear fiercely towards the ghost's head.
Bang!
The spear pierced the ghost's forehead, but was bounced back.
Xu Qingfeng gritted his teeth and unleashed the full power of his Wind God Body, wielding the Jade Sword to slash at one of the ghostly figures once more.
However, this group of ghosts was extremely strange. Every time he attacked, it was as if he had fallen into a quagmire, his body became extremely heavy, and his movements became slower and slower.
Xu Qingfeng gritted his teeth, gripped the jade sword tightly with both hands, and with all his might, finally managed to pull it out.
Xu Xiwang was also having a very hard time, as he was fighting eight ghost shadows all by himself.
Although the eight ghostly figures were weaker than Xu Xiwang, they had the advantage of sheer numbers.
"Chaos without limit!"
Xu Xiwang swept his spear horizontally, unleashing a series of sharp spear beams that swept outwards.
Sharp spear beams blasted away the surrounding ghostly figures.
"Hmph, you're so arrogant! Let's see how long you can last!"
One of the ghostly figures roared and formed a hand seal.
Wisps of blood mist spread out, enveloping his entire body. The blood mist churned and transformed into the appearance of a ghost king.
"go!"
He struck out with his palm, and the blood-red palm print, mixed with a dense aura of death, crushed towards Xu Xiwang.
Xu Xiwang's eyes flashed with horror, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.
However, the ghostly hand followed his figure.
Bang!
He was struck on the back and his body was knocked into the ground.
Xu Xiwang's body continued to fall, and blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it!"
Xu Xiwang cursed under his breath and rolled on the ground, creating large holes in the soil around his body.
Gravel fell, raising a cloud of dust.
A ghostly figure leaped out from the ground, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Xu Xiwang.
"die!"
Xu Xiwang roared and swept his spear out horizontally.
Flames burned on the gun, melting the entire ghostly figure into nothingness.
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