One of the guards was so frightened that he accidentally pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the dirty cloth belt of the mummy.
Gunshots rang out, and all the soldiers of the guard regiment, driven by fear, frantically fired at the mummy.
The gunshots were dense and the firepower was powerful. The bullet casings fell to the ground with a clanging sound, making a crisp metallic sound.
What was terrifying was that the mummy could actually move quickly and dodge the bullets, as fast as a civet cat. Most of the bullets hit his feet and behind him, splashing bright sparks. Occasionally, some bullets hit him, but they had no effect on the corpse wrapped in cloth strips, and could not stop the mummy's attack at all.
The mummy opened its bloody mouth, its claws like sharp knives, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in front of Ye Feng.
The masked man sneered contemptuously. This young man was quite arrogant, but nothing more than that.
Everyone subconsciously imagined in their minds the scene of Ye Feng being torn into pieces by the mummy, a bloody mess.
Just when the mummy stretched out its sharp claws to grab Ye Feng, a white light flashed between Ye Feng's palms.
The three mummies were instantly cut into dozens of pieces by the flying sword, like a pile of decomposed building blocks, scattered at Ye Feng's feet.
After the mummy's body fell to the ground, it turned into black dust that floated in the wind, leaving only strips of foul-smelling cloth on the ground.
These summoned mummies and masked men were closely connected, and each was driven by evil spirits. In the hot and shining sword light, those evil spirits were wiped out and the masked men were also traumatized.
Although he was wearing a mask, the masked man's expression could not be seen clearly, but from his wide-open eyes and terrified look, it could be seen that he was frightened by Ye Feng's flying sword.
The masked man's voice sounded extremely excited: "Flying sword, you actually know how to use a flying sword. Did you destroy my statue of the God of War? It was you who did it."
Ye Feng smiled: "I was the one who destroyed your broken stone statue. It turns out that you were the one who caused the trouble. I said that when I killed the mummy, I felt a familiar feeling. It turned out that the evil aura in the mummy's body was exactly the same as that in the statue of the god of war. Who are you and why do you have so many ghost things?"
"Boy, you ruined my good deeds. I won't let you go. Accept the Pharaoh's curse."
The masked man suddenly circled and clasped his hands together, and black energy all over his body surged like waves in the raging sea.
It was the first time that Ye Feng heard that he was going to use the Pharaoh's curse against him. He felt that it was evil and dangerous, so he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He held the flying sword in his hand and prepared for defense.
Ye Feng felt as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to raise his hands and feet. Wisps of black air, like thousands of soft threads or flexible chains, surrounded Ye Feng.
The sky above the Moon Hotel was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the wind was howling. The rolling dark clouds covered the moon, plunging the sky and the earth into darkness.
One after another, the evil spirits transformed into evil and terrifying skeletons, which opened their bloody mouths, howled like ghosts, and pounced towards Ye Feng, as if they wanted to eat him alive.
The soldiers of the guard corps on the rooftop were ordinary people who had never seen such a strange sight. They were already frightened and protected Prince Harris by retreating to a corner.
Everyone was trembling and firing wildly at the surging black fog, but the bullets could not cause any damage to the unnatural energy.
Facing the sky full of evil, Ye Feng didn't even frown. He was the God of War of Xuxing, his body had been transformed by the dragon's breath and flames, and he possessed the most powerful and masculine blood of the ancient gods.
As soon as some evil spirits touched Ye Feng's body, they let out shrill screams, and like tar on a raging flame, they made a sizzling sound and were burned into smoke.
The Yinsha had tasted the power of the ancient gods' bloodline, and they only dared to linger around Ye Feng, but did not dare to touch Ye Feng's body.
They were angry and evil, and they vented their anger on the soldiers hiding in the corner and Prince Harris. They also knew that they had to pick on the weak, so they changed their targets and rushed towards the trembling soldiers with a grin.
Ye Feng thought to himself that something was not right, and he gently pointed his finger. The wood spirit on the Medicine King Ring received Ye Feng's command, and green vines intertwined with the surrounding flowers, plants and trees, forming a tough barrier to block the evil spirit's attack.
At the same time, the flying sword in Ye Feng's hand shone brighter and brighter, and in the blink of an eye it seemed to become a dazzling sun. Under the dazzling sun-like sword light, those evil spirits were roasted into black dust and fluttered in the wind.
"The sky is full of wind and rain."
The sword lights were like backward waterfalls of light, flying straight up into the sky, like dragons of light, with their heads held high, fangs bared and claws brandished, dominating the world and tearing the evil spirits in the thick black fog into pieces.
The evil and ferocious Yin Sha immediately turned into ashes when encountering the sword light. For a moment, shrill screams came one after another, and in the air, black dust fell like rain.
The entire rooftop and swimming pool were covered with a layer of black ash.
These evil spirits were summoned by the masked man with his own magical powers. They are closely related to him and will prosper and suffer together with him.
The masked man thought that the Pharaoh's curse, such an evil spell, would tear Ye Feng into pieces. He didn't expect that the dark wrinkles in the sky he summoned were cut in half by the sword light in the blink of an eye.
He was anxious and angry, and felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer. The pain was so severe that he took several steps back, holding his chest. He fell to the ground with a thud, and bright red blood dripped from the edge of his mask.
The masked man's eyes almost popped out, his first battle with the legendary flying sword made him thoroughly understand what ancient Chinese martial arts and the meaning of wind and rain in the sky were.
A monster-like growl came from his throat, as if he was chanting a more bizarre spell. Ye Feng moved his wrist and the flying sword returned to his palm, ready to deal with the masked man's new attack.
But unexpectedly, after the black air surged around the masked man, he did not move at all. The surging black air quickly closed, wrapped him up and retreated into the darkness.
It was not until the masked man was about to disappear into the darkness that Ye Feng suddenly realized that he was not trying to attack him, but to escape.
The sword in Ye Feng's hand flashed: "Don't run."
The flying sword flashed with dazzling white light, like a meteor from the sky, across the night sky and rushed into the black air, but Ye Feng was a step slower, and the flying sword missed and flew back into his hand.
The black gas dissipated, the masked man completely disappeared from the shadows, the dark clouds in the sky also disappeared, and the bright moonlight shone like mercury on the ground.
The rooftop returned to calm, with only the whistling night wind blowing the corners of Ye Feng's clothes.
Ye Feng unexpectedly discovered that there was a trace of blood on the crystal-like jade sword. The blood, like dewdrops under the morning sun, was quickly evaporated by the hot sword light.
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