The angry shouts of a Taoist priest came from above, and a Taoist priest was seen approaching with a sword. He jumped up and stabbed with his sword. The sword blade cut through the night sky, and a cold light burst out.

The Ghost Eye Evil King cut off the Taoist priest's neck with his right hand, and then slapped it with a palm. The true energy exploded, turning into a bloody wind and hitting the Taoist priest holding the sword head-on.

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The sword-wielding Taoist priest was hit by the bloody wind, vomited blood and flew up, like a kite with a broken string, and hit the steps. He covered his chest and tried to stand up, but the blood and blood attacked his heart and he fainted as soon as he tilted his head.

"Long Qi Guan? That's all. I just got the real dragon's preference."

Ghost Eye Evil King hummed, his hoarse voice filled with deep disdain.

He quickened his pace and rushed up the mountain like a ghost.

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The door opened and Qing Ku ran in and said in horror: "Brother, there are thieves coming up the mountain. Senior brother orders you to go and support them."

When Jiang Changsheng heard this, he immediately stood up and walked out of the room with Qing Ku.

Arriving at the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng jumped and disappeared directly into the night. Qing Ku froze on the spot. He gritted his teeth and hurriedly chased after him.

In front of the gate of Longqiguan, the Ghost Eyed Evil King stopped. He let go of his hands and the two corpses fell down.

Thunder swept through the night sky, illuminating the stone steps behind him, which were covered with corpses. Blood flowed down the stone steps and spread into the darkness.

Inside the gate, Meng Qiuhe stood on the small bridge holding a sword, glaring at the Ghost Eyed Evil King angrily, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who are you, and why did you kill me, Long Qiguan?"

Ghost Eye Evil King grinned and said: "Those who are about to die, I want to help some people support me. Since old man Qingxu is not here, you should die first!"

He rushed towards Meng Qiuhe fiercely, moving like thunder. Meng Qiuhe's expression changed, and he quickly swung his sword, slashing out sword energy and heading towards the opponent.

The Evil King of Ghost Eyes struck out with a palm, and the wind from his palm was domineering, dissipating the sword energy, knocking Meng Qiuhe away, crashing through the wall of the attic behind, and kicking up billowing dust.

"A bunch of trash. I didn't expect that my last battle would be to kill a bunch of chickens and dogs."

Ghost Eye Evil King closed his palms and snorted disdainfully. He walked towards Meng Qiuhe, but suddenly stopped after taking a few steps.


Chapter completed!