Tu Qianshan's heart was filled with regret.

The faceless ghost and the hanged ghost on the other side were so scared that their eyes were about to jump out of their sockets: "You won't die like this? Damn it, damn it!"

"Escape!"

These two people reacted faster than Tu Qianshan.

Two whirring sounds!

It had already flew up in the air, and separated from two directions, and ran away from each other.

Fang Qingyue sneered: "On my Heilong Island, you can leave if you want, and leave if you want. What do you think of my Heilong Gang as?" With one hand, the sword with a cold light shining.

Pulled by Fang Qingyue's invisible breath, he shot at the hanged ghost like lightning.

Among the three, the Hang Ghost has the lowest cultivation level.

Tu Qianshan could not withstand Fang Qingyue's violent palm.

The little cleverness of the hanged ghost is even more worth mentioning.

A puff!

The cold sword light did not give the hanged ghost a chance to react. It approached his body like lightning, smashing all his defenses, and with a thunderous sound, penetrated his chest and back.

There was a dull sound!

He nailed this eighteen ghosts, the notorious hanged ghost in the world, to the wall with a stone sculpture hanging from the tiger down the mountain on the throne of the gang leader.

"ah!"

A shrill scream passed!

The hanged ghost was killed on the spot!

He was killed by the Black Water Dragon King with a sword.

The second-rate master who is powerful in other people's eyes just hangs it on the wall, twitching for a few times, and there is no movement anymore.

When Yun Xiaoxuan saw this, he couldn't help but exclaim: "What kind of sword technique is this?"
Chapter completed!