Li Muchan punched one after another, his body flickered, and he used small movements one after another. Every time the sand ghost was hit, it flew away, but it never vomited blood, but was just dizzy.

After ten punches, Li Muchan's sword suddenly flashed and pierced the center of his eyebrows. With a clear "ding" sound, Li Muchan's left fist hit the hilt of the sword fiercely, like a hammer, and the sword tip finally penetrated the center of his eyebrows.

He twisted his wrist and rotated the tip of the sword, then drew the sword and retreated. "Bang" The sand ghost fell to the sand like a rag bag, and the clear light in his eyes slowly faded.

"Squeak!" The little flying squirrel let out a shrill scream and was in front of Li Muchan in a flash.

Li Muchan blocked it with his sword, and ". Ding" he flew straight out. The force of the collision was really terrifying. He stepped back while walking in the air to dissipate the power. His arms were so sore that he could hardly hold the sword.

Seeing it going crazy, Li Muchan didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he disappeared in a flash and appeared a mile away, using the Great Teleportation Technique.

There was a smile on his face. This sword had gained a lot. The cool breath coming from the sword tip was as thick as a finger, pure and mellow, and the flavor was endless.

Killing this one sand ghost is worth hundreds of other sand ghosts. Their breath is qualitatively different from this cool breath, just like the difference between a martial artist and a master.

He thought for a while and continued to go west, never giving up. Although this time was very dangerous, he always gained something. He didn't know what the little flying squirrel was that made the sand ghost so afraid. If he could subdue it, how could he kill it?

Sand ghosts are much easier.

He smiled again and shook his head. This little flying squirrel had already opened its mind. Now I am afraid that it would hate himself so much that it would be difficult to subdue it.

He went west for more than a hundred miles and met a group of sand ghosts again. This time, they were still like before, with thousands of sand ghosts surrounding him.

This time, Li Muchan didn't bother to kill more, so he just made a few small moves, dodged the siege of the sand ghosts, and calmly headed west. They couldn't catch up with him at all.

After another hundred miles, Li Muchan's expression suddenly became solemn, he suddenly stopped, his eyes flickered a few times, and he suddenly turned around and walked away.

"Bang!" As the sand was flying, a dozen sand ghosts flew out from the sand two feet away, shining towards Li Muchan like a ray of light.

Li Muchan's figure swayed and turned into a shadow. When they rushed towards him, the shadow dispersed and he was already twenty feet away. A dozen sand ghosts plunged directly into the ground and disappeared in an instant.

Li Muchan's heart rang with warning signs. These guys were much faster in the sand than outside. It was really scary. He suddenly became a little curious about this escape technique. If he could learn this escape technique, it would be the best to deal with them.

, if the disciples of Kuangfeng Gorge can master it, these sand ghosts will lose their advantage and will never be the opponents of the disciples of Kuangfeng Gorge.

Together with these thoughts, they suddenly started burning like a spark in the prairie fire. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. His body flashed and he directly used the Great Teleportation Technique.

Ten miles later, with a "bang bang" sound, fifteen sand ghosts flew out of the sand, turned their heads and looked into the distance, and at the same time raised their heads to the sky and let out a sharp roar.

Li Muchan walked slowly, holding a sand ghost in each hand. Without stopping, he ran as fast as lightning. He ran a hundred miles in the blink of an eye, and then stopped on a small sand dune.

He directly knocked out the two sand ghosts, then sat cross-legged on the sand, closed his eyes slightly, and after forming a few mudras with his hands, he used the parallel fingers of his right hand like a sword, and pointed the fingertips on the eyebrows of a sand ghost.

His face turned red, then turned pale, and after a while he slowly opened his eyes.

"Zhizhi..." Suddenly there was a scream, and a yellow shadow flew from a distance. The next moment, it was in front of him. Li Muchan waved his left hand together, and immediately several fingers woven into a net, covering the yellow shadow. It was exactly

That little flying squirrel.

The little flying squirrel swung its claws together, trying to tear away the blocking fingers, but it was too late, so it could only fly out unwillingly, and then shot back.
Chapter completed!