That kind of momentum was simply beyond human power. It was as if a red sun suddenly appeared in the sky, emitting the light of death.
No matter how brave that person was, or how confident he was in the strength of his own muscles and bones, when he saw the ghost cry in Han Xiaohan's hand, he couldn't help but tremble violently in his heart and didn't dare to face the sharp edge. He pulled away and dodged.
"Sizzle!" This angry blow of ghostly crying did not hit the man, but tore a half-meter long crack where he had just stopped. The stone and soil at the crack were burned black and emitted green smoke. My God! The man screamed in secret, and was glad that he did not get stuck to the other party, otherwise even if he had a body of copper bones and steel bars, he would not be able to withstand the blow just now.
The man twisted his body, tapped his toes, and did a three-step swallow-style jump. He retreated several meters away, took a breath, stared at the ghost on Han Xiaohan's palm, and asked, "What's that on your hand?"
Han Xiaohan's arms drooped, the tip of the Ghost Crying Gun pressed against the ground, and the weeds in the cracks of the nearby stones instantly turned yellow and withered, as if their vitality had been sucked out. He said calmly: "You don't need to know. Even if I tell you, it's useless." The man was unconvinced and asked: "Why?" Han Xiaohan: "Talking to a dead person is a waste of words!"
He had the intention to kill. Even if the other party was not a vampire, he did not want to tolerate the existence of such a person.
Han Xiaohan walked towards him calmly. The ghost cried and dragged a long trail on the ground. The hissing sound continued, making the man feel his heart beating faster.
The man forced himself to remain calm and snorted, "Do you think you can kill me with just this broken thing? Don't dream, your life belongs to me..."
Without waiting for him to finish, Han Xiaohan suddenly rushed forward, and at the same time, Guiku drew a beautiful red arc in the air. The ghost cried before he arrived, but the biting cold arrived first. The man shuddered and could not say the following words. He used all his strength to fly backwards. He retreated fast enough, but not faster than the sword energy emitted by Guiku. "Hiss-" the sword energy cut a three-foot-long gash in his chest, his clothes were torn, his skin and flesh were torn, and even the white bones were exposed. The man groaned in pain and finally retreated to the foot of the wall. He looked up and was scared to death. It turned out that Han Xiaohan's hand was heavy, but the speed of Guiku did not slow down. At the moment he paused for a moment, the sword energy was already two inches away from his throat.
The man let out a strange cry and had to retreat again. "Boom!" The courtyard wall collapsed with a loud bang under his impact, leaving a gap of half a meter wide. The man retreated directly from the yard to the outside. But at this time, he was so anxious that he was exhausted and had no strength left in his body. Han Xiaohan made up his mind, increased his strength, and secretly practiced the shooting spell of the Tianji Step in his mind. His body turned into a flash of lightning, brushed past the man's left shoulder and flashed past. It was so fast that Luo Kai and others in the woods only saw a dusty man hit the wall. Then, Han Xiaohan suddenly appeared behind him, without any movement, and stood two meters away from him, as if he had been standing there.
“Good, good, awesome…” The man stopped and staggered, stammering this sentence, his pale face becoming almost transparent.
The ghost's cry gradually faded, and then its physical form turned into mist and drilled back into Han Xiaohan's body through the palm of his hand.