At this mont, the man moved his footsteps lightly, followed them out, and said in a clear, cold voice, "Ghost Trumpet, make them cry to death."
In an instant, the crowd of ghosts that Murong brothers sliced through like lons and vegetables suddenly beca orderly, grouping into sets of five and drifted outward.
The five ghosts' mouths were almost touching each other, looking like a trumpet flower.
"Blow the trumpet for !"
A sharp voice sounded, and the five mouths, which were pressed together, opened simultaneously to shout.
The sharp cry instantly attacked Murong brothers like a cannonball!
The Murong brothers had no respite, forced to roll on the spot.
The sound wave brushed past his body, bringing a dizzying ringing in the ears and dragging a deep mark on the ground.
This formless sound wave was actually more powerful than tangible artillery.
"Blow the trumpet for !"
This ti, twenty ghosts ford four ghost trumpet groups, launching fierce attacks on the Murong brothers.
The Murong brothers were forced to dodge continuously, and with a careless move, were struck by a ghost trumpet sound wave, sending their body flying and tearing their clothes.
The bald ghost with an iron hamr couldn't help but grin, and the "lump" on his shoulder squird, revealing a wet crane head.
This crane head seed to have been devouring his blood on his shoulder earlier. Now its mouth was bright red, emitting a joyous cry.
Just as he was about to shake his hamr and launch a pursuit on the Murong brothers, a loud bang was heard, and the wall behind them exploded, releasing many ghosts.
It was the first-floor area of the inn.
The ghost of the bride fell at his feet, coughing blood continuously, "Master Yuan He, inside, there's an even more ruthless one."
The man called "Master Yuan He" couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Even more ruthless? More ruthless than ?"
The next mont, a figure suddenly darted out from the hole in the wall.
Yuan He's eyes couldn't help but focus.
He saw Duan Yun erge through the wall, still ten zhang away, but his knee strike had already launched!
From such a distance, how could it possibly hit!
As this thought flashed through Yuan He's mind, he suddenly felt a terrifying pull.
The pull dragged him forward, which Duan Yun used to accelerate, appearing right in front of Yuan He in a blur.
With a bang, the knee strike that shouldn't have hit him struck his knee squarely.
He felt as if his bones were pierced through, the terrifying force continued tearing at his leg, and his body involuntarily tilted.
This tilt spelled disaster.
Because at this mont, the terrifying knee also tilted and sank below.
Almost simultaneously, a pair of hands gently brushed him aside, as if delicately smoothing a lover's hair, yet his body floated weightlessly, laid flat in the air.
In that instant of laying flat, a violent punch had already smashed down.
No, and that terrifying knee also suddenly thrust upward, Yuan He was instantly crushed by the combination of a punch and knee!
Two explosive bangs resounded, almost simultaneously.
Yuan He's tall body was nearly folded, the crane head along with him spewing blood, emitting a wretched scream.
But Duan Yun didn't give him a mont to catch his breath, his knee and fist moved again, about to deliver a second consecutive strike.
In this crucial mont, the crane head suddenly stretched forward, shooting a blood arrow.
The blood arrow was green with a hint of red, evidently laced with deadly poison.
That was one of his most adept moves — "Crane's Red Crest"!
The blood arrow ca suddenly, directly assaulting Duan Yun's forehead.
Duan Yun parried it with his fist, shattering the blood arrow with a loud boom, while Yuan He took the chance to spread his form, like a colorful moth, fluttering backward, struggling to widen the distance.
Yuan He knew the incoming opponent was indeed fierce, unexpectedly fierce, he dared not slack off, and shouted, "Large Ghost Formation!"
"I will form the head!"
"I will form the crotch!"
"I will form the arms!"
"I will form the legs!"
"I will form the buttocks!"
...
Almost simultaneously, a surge of orderly voices echoed.
In an instant, many ghosts rushed toward Yuan He's body.
Papapapa!
A series of orderly sounds of flesh and blood collision rang, as those ghosts attached themselves to Yuan He's body, indeed forming his head, crotch, arms, legs, and buttocks.
As they attached to him, they rotated left and right, up and down, showing full flexibility.
Duan Yun paused for a mont, feeling like he was watching a motorcycle parade by his third brother.
Is this even possible?
Duan Yun, dismissing all other thoughts, charged forward, lifting his hand for a powerful strange boxing punch.
"Legs co!"
As Yuan He's leg lifted, the little ghost on his leg moved with astonishing speed, colliding with Duan Yun's fist with a loud bang.
In an instant, the little ghost was struck, rolling his eyes and foaming at the mouth, yet his sharp hands recklessly scratched towards Duan Yun's groin.
This ghostly combination not only reinforced the power of the crane-headed ghost but also added another layer of transformation.
Such a low blow, but is Young Hero Duan not just as crafty?
As if he had seen through the opponent's tactic long ago, he lifted his knee, blocking those sharp claws.
In the next mont, his knee dropped, delivering a swift kick!
A second kick!
A third kick!
And then the ghostly body of Yuan He shuddered three tis, letting out three screams.
You could see his form tilting, struggling to stand firm.
It turned out that just a mont ago, his feet had been stomped flat by Duan Yun.
"Only kids stomp on people's toes..."
He hadn't finished speaking when Duan Yun, seemingly tireless, launched another fierce attack.
This ti, it was his groin.
His groin was a plump female ghost, which could be said to be his solid barrier.
But the mont the female ghost saw Duan Yun charging, she wanted to detach from his body.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Young Hero Duan's knee was already there, damn it!
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
Duan Yun, like he was on steroids, delivered four rapid knee strikes in the blink of an eye.
The female ghost, along with Yuan He's body, shook violently, the four knee strikes nearly becoming one single move.
Yes, there was almost no pause in between; as soon as the first knee landed, the second, then the third ca.
This was sheer power and speed domination.
After the four strikes, the previously plump female ghost was beaten flat, eyes bulging, one eyeball dangling out of its socket, almost falling off, Yuan He bulged and flattened alongside her.
Even though he had ford an extra thick barrier at the groin, the opponent's force evidently carried the skill of "Beating the Bull from Afar," making it impossible for him to hold steady.
"Do you have to be this fierce?"
As a renowned Fierce Ghost General from the Netherworld, he hadn't expected the intruder to be so astonishingly fierce.
His words had barely left his mouth when Duan Yun yanked away the female ghost from his groin and executed a mid-air volley shot!
Bang!
This was a true soul-shaking blow, akin to the idiom "chicken flying and eggs breaking."
Yuan He's body, which was still barely holding on, suddenly went limp, surprisingly soft.
He descended limply to the ground with a thud, kneeling in front of Duan Yun's groin.
Duan Yun looked at the other ghosts on Yuan He's body and said, "He's kneeling, what about you guys?"
The ghosts composing the arms and head didn't help but smile, though it was more like a grimace than a smile.
With extre embarrassnt, they gently stepped off Yuan He's body, kneeling quietly beside him.
"Don't... don't..."
Bam!
The word "kneel" hadn't fully left Yuan He's mouth when Duan Yun delivered another kick.
Yuan He's face twisted, "It's all gone, still kicking?"
Bam bam!
Duan Yun kicked twice more, nearly causing an explosion.
As Duan Yun lifted his foot high to unleash a Big Vajra Leg maneuver reminiscent of Shaolin Soccer, suddenly, a shadow swept in.
Yuan He's face twisted, "It's all gone, still kicking?"
Bam bam!
Duan Yun kicked twice more, nearly causing an explosion. Yuan He's face twisted, "It's all gone, still kicking?"
Bam bam!
Duan Yun kicked twice more, nearly causing an explosion.
As Duan Yun lifted his foot high to unleash a Big Vajra Leg maneuver reminiscent of Shaolin Soccer, suddenly, a shadow swept in.
As Duan Yun lifted his foot high to unleash a Big Vajra Leg maneuver reminiscent of Shaolin Soccer, suddenly, a shadow swept in.
Panic, ghost cry!
A fiercer one is coming up from behind!
Am I fiercer?
Elbow strike incoming.
Fast forward to forming the head, forming the rear, just like the motorcycle formations in India.
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