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Very violent, very cruel.

This ghost was completely shredded into thousands of pieces by him, and became countless energy fragments, mixed with a lot of dark energy matter.

It's just that even if Fang Mu did such a great job, he still didn't receive the experience.

It can't be that the Shuxian system has swallowed up the experience, right?

The only reasonable explanation is that this ghost thing is not dead yet, and he is likely to be affected by the opponent's ability.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Fang Mu checked the surrounding situation, and there was no difference from before, but those ghosts did not leave because of the death of the ghost general.

In Fang Mu's field of vision, hundreds of ghosts approached little by little, and they were about to enter the universal illumination range of the civilization lamp.

"No, the breath of these ghosts seems to be a little different..."

In Fang Mu's induction, the aura of these ghosts seemed to become extremely unified, as if they were printed from the same mold.

"Illusion?"

Fang Mu was puzzled, and immediately without hesitation, he aroused his gentlemanly spirit with all his strength.

An invisible air flow spread out, and all the ghosts touched froze slightly, but they were not defeated.

If this is really an illusion, it will definitely be shattered by a gentleman. The illusion of ghosts is of no use to him at all.

But if this is not an illusion, where did the blood-eyed ghost go?

Fang Mu frowned, but no matter what, he had to deal with these ghosts.

A long-tongued ghost rushed into the range of the civilization lamp, Fang Mu raised his sword and was about to kill this ordinary sixty-level ghost.

The sword energy flew out, enough to kill any level [-] ghost, but it was easily crushed by the long tongue ghost, and the long tongue was thrown out, trying to pierce Fang Mu's body.

"How is it possible, isn't it a level [-] ghost?"

Fang Mu's heart moved, and he immediately held his sword to meet him.

It stands to reason that this kind of ordinary ghost can't hold his sword at all.

but--

click-

On the forehead of the long-tongued ghost, a crack appeared, and a big bloody eyeball drilled out.

"what!"

Fang Mu's heart trembled, this thing was almost exactly the same as the big eyeball of the blood-eyed ghost general before.

Not only this long-tongued ghost, but also bloody eyeballs popped out of the ghosts that rushed one after another, filled with violent colors.

brush brush --

Several ghosts with bloody eyes on their foreheads attacked Fang Mu, trying to control him.

Fang Mu gripped the Qinglian sword tightly, and was about to use his sword skills to cut off all these long tongues.

But at this moment, the eyeballs on the foreheads of those long-tongued ghosts flashed red, Fang Mu only felt his body slow down for half a beat, and was actually tightly entangled by these long tongues.

"What kind of skill is this! Spiritual attack?"

Fang Mu was shocked, he was unable to do anything in a short time with the flash of blood just now.

It was as if it was firmly locked by some invisible force, but fortunately it was only for such a short moment.

However, in this short period of time, several long tongues had bound him tightly, and the barbs on them seemed to be piercing into his body, and the powerful force would strangle him instantly.

Even the Qinglian sword was shot down by a long tongue and stuck in the soil not far away.

A swordsman who lost his weapon was a beast whose teeth had been pulled out.

Usually, the swordsman is game over.

Unfortunately, Fang Mu is not a swordsman.

And he's not weak, it's just that he hasn't fought melee for a long time.

Now is the time to try it.

Gentleman's air automatically lingers on the body surface, and traces of purple air are constantly churning, unexpectedly forming a word [benevolence] and [virtue] indistinctly.

The body of benevolence!

The seventh-level skills make him more than 200 times that of life professionals of the same level. Even the warrior profession of the same level has reached the third rank. Without skill blessings, it is only more than 100 times.

In other words, his physique was stronger than that of an ordinary rank-three professional.

"Give it to me, Broken!"

Fang Mu shouted in his heart, the tightly bound long tongue was like a stretched rubber band, reaching its limit in an instant, and finally cracked inch by inch.

bang bang bang bang-

Sections of bloody tongue were scattered all over the ground, and the gentleman's air on the wound was burning like a flame. With just a light touch, the tongue that still had a little shape would turn into fly ash.

The moment Fang Mu broke his long tongue, he rushed directly in front of a long tongue ghost and grabbed the opponent's neck.

The long tongue ghost's body is on that tongue, the body is just a disguise, but now after the opponent's long tongue is broken, the body has not dissipated.

Fang Mu stretched out his other hand, aimed at the eyes on the forehead of the long-tongued ghost, and then slammed it hard, and an eyeball fell into the palm of his hand.

After the eyeballs were pulled out, the long tongue ghost's body slowly dissipated.

"What the hell is this?"

Fang Mu thought in his heart, these eyeballs are extremely realistic, wrapped in a gentleman's air, they are still very strong, unlike many ghosts that will be burned and burned.

Moreover, those ghosts whose long tongues were snapped opened their mouths, and their tongues came out again.

It seems that the long tongue is no longer their weakness, and it is no longer their body, but the eyeball is.

"Is this the ability of the blood-eyed ghost general? Strengthen the strength of other ghosts?"

Fang Mu concluded in his heart.

Hundreds of tyrannical ghosts continued to surround Fang Mu, if Fang Mu was restrained for a moment later.

If so many ghosts seized the opportunity to attack at the same time, he might be killed instantly.

"If you want to get rid of these ghost things quickly, you have to smash these eyeballs quickly, and it's best to stay away from them, otherwise the restrictions of the ghost eyes are too weird."

Fang Mu's thoughts flashed, and he made a quick decision.

He frantically drove the getaway, distanced himself from the ghost, and took out a Guqin while leaving.

Li Siguang, who was crouching watching from a distance, was stunned. This happened, which already exceeded the content of the general script, and he had some doubts that it was not a script.

He knew that ghosts shouldn't have such outrageous screenwriting skills, because the script needs to be logical, but reality doesn't.

Especially when the young man took out a guqin, Li Siguang felt that it was outrageous.

Taking out the guqin during a fight, no matter how big the brain hole is, I can't imagine it.

The boy hung the civilization lamp on his waist, supported the bottom of the piano with one hand, and began to pluck the strings with the other hand.

Zheng——

The murderous sound of the piano came out, and the spirit of a gentleman poured in. The notes turned into a few soldiers with swords in their hands, and they rushed towards the ghosts.

After plucking the strings a few more times to make a few zither sounds, Fang Mu slowly floated cross-legged and put the guqin on his lap.

He's going to be at full strength!