Chapter 337 Take Your Money and Go to Hell!

Boom!

Yang Ming punched out, and the dazzling golden light fell like a huge sun on earth.

He punched Lu Ziming, and the other party's spiritual light vibrated like water waves.

Lu Ziming was shocked, because he found that Yang Ming, who was originally seriously injured, not only did his combat power not decrease, but it was faintly enhanced.

He had no time to think, and just as he swung Yang Ming away with a sword, he felt a pain under his ribs.

He saw two identical beautiful women attacking him from the left and right.

Two deep blood marks appeared.

"Damn it!" Lu Ziming was furious. He roared and swung his sword at Fang Xiu.

It's not that he doesn't hit women, but mainly because the two twin female ghosts in front of him are not afraid of any attack.

So he can only hit Fang Xiu to vent his anger.

He knew very well that Fang Xiu was the culprit who put him in such a bad situation. As long as Fang Xiu died, everything would be over.

Swish!

Thousands of sword qi torrents burst out from Lu Ziming's sword. With one sword, a vast ocean of sword qi torrents seemed to appear between heaven and earth, and the raging waves swept and spread.

Boom!

The sword qi torrent submerged Fang Xiu. He was like a small boat sailing in a stormy sea, ruthlessly torn apart by the sword qi. The whole person seemed to be chopped into countless pieces, and even a phantom was produced.

However, the next second, the phantom slowly condensed and turned into Fang Xiu's entity again, without any injury!

Lu Ziming's eyes were bloodshot and he roared in his heart.

What the hell are these monsters! ?

His mentality collapsed. His opponents were simply not human. It was okay that they were of low level, but they were more difficult to deal with one by one.

He would rather fight with a fifth-level strongman than face Fang Xiu and others again.

One became more courageous with each setback, and the other could not be killed at all. There were two female ghosts who were even more outrageous. They could not be touched at all and could not be attacked at all.

How to fight this?

Escape! Must escape!

Seeing the situation getting worse, Lu Ziming finally made a painful decision.

That was to give up his luxurious firewood room that cost 300,000 yuan a night and live in Yuelai Inn.

He wanted to escape, but Fang Xiu would not give him a chance.

Boom!

A raging black flame suddenly burst out from Fang Xiu's tall figure, and the black flame was surging, with the momentum of burning the river and boiling the sea.

"Crow Burial."

As the black flame wings behind him flapped violently, thousands of black flames shot out and turned into black fire crows with wings spread and flying.

The sea of ​​fire formed by the fire crows directly blocked Lu Ziming's way.

Lu Ziming, who didn't believe in evil, wanted to force his way into the black flame sea, but when a fire crow came into contact with him, he was shocked to find that a hole was burned in his own spiritual light.

The black flame even had the momentum to spread.

Fortunately, the black flame was not strong enough and was directly extinguished by him.

But this was enough to shock him, it was simply unimaginable.

He even began to doubt his life. Could it be that the fifth level he broke through in the burial ground didn't count?

In fact, he was a fake fifth level?

What about the invincible light of the soul that could ignore all abilities?

Not only Yang Ming, who was at the fourth level, could fight him head-on, but even Fang Xiu, who was at the third level, could do the same.

The two summoned female ghosts could ignore the attack of the light of the soul, and the strange black fire could also burn the light of the soul. Although it burned very little, it still burned after all.

What Lu Ziming didn't know was that there were actually very few means in the world that could break the light of the soul. It was just very unfortunate that he encountered all of them today.

Yang Ming could fight the light of the soul head-on by borrowing the power of heaven and earth.

The black flame could burn the light of the soul because it was Zhou Qingfeng's most perfect work. As Fang Xiu's strength increased, he could exert more and more power from the original mask, and he could already have a preliminary impact on the light of the soul.

As for my wife... no one knows what she relies on, but she can ignore the light of the soul. Her ability cannot be attacked or defended, and she is so unreasonable.

In fact, it is very simple to break the light of the soul. At least Fang Xiu can do it in several different ways.

It is to summon strange gods in turn, and let different strange gods crush the light of the soul with the power of high status.

One strange god is one method.

However, Fang Xiu did not do this because it was meaningless. With his current strength, even if he summoned a strange god to break the light of the soul, what would happen next?

Then he would be powerless and could not cause much damage to Lu Ziming.

In the burial ground, Taotie is the most useful.

Lu Ziming, whose body was blocked, was soon attacked by everyone.

Yang Ming was entangled head-on, and his wife kept harassing him. Fang Xiu controlled the black flame and Taotie to interfere.

Lu Ziming's spirituality was consumed drastically, and even the light of the soul on his body dimmed a little.

The people who were seriously injured before were fighting with the zombie Wei Xin. Although they had the upper hand, Wei Xin's zombie body was really difficult to deal with and hard to kill.

In this chaotic battlefield, there were countless dense snakes and insects flying around, but their target was Taotie.

The rotten flesh of Taotie seemed to have an unimaginable temptation to them.

Even many B-level and A-level monsters were attracted by Taotie.

It can be said that Taotie restrained all the monsters by himself.

"Ah!!"

Lu Ziming's scream suddenly sounded in the field. I saw that his chest was cut by his wife with a deep wound into the bone, and I could almost see the beating heart in his chest.

His breath was also extremely weak, and there were black flames burning like maggots on his body.

The former captain, now a fifth-level warrior, was actually worn out by Fang Xiu and others.

His eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

"Die!"

Yang Ming seized the opportunity, attacked with anger, raised his hands high, and smashed down with a strong sound of breaking through the air like a thunder hammer!

Bang! !

Lu Ziming was no longer able to resist, his head was hit instantly, and the whole person fell to the ground with a clang like an onion.

A big hole was smashed on the ground.

As Lu Ziming fell, Yang Ming took advantage of the victory and jumped up and jumped on him.

The golden fists attacked frantically, like a heavy hammer hitting Lu Ziming, and the attack speed was so fast that it even produced a golden afterimage.

The ground was shaken and sank continuously.

"No..." Lu Ziming's weak struggle sounded, and his eyes were full of shock and unwillingness.

He could never have imagined that he, a fifth-level warrior, would end up being defeated by a group of low-level spirit masters.

"My money!" He suddenly shouted as if he had a flash of light.

"Take your money and go to hell!" Yang Ming's face was full of murderous intent, and his right fist shone brightly with golden light, and he smashed it down fiercely.