Ghost School

Chapter 127 A Fat Mouse
"Is the donkey at the end of its rope? Changing from black hair to colored hair will not change your final outcome, which is to be defeated by my endless chains."

Wei Siwen was so confident that the ten chains stuck on the ground disappeared.

Li Yitu looked at Wei Siwen quietly, and said with a sneer, "You found such an educated body, but it can't hide your ignorant soul."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, looked at the colored hair on his fingers and said, "My Uncle Ou once beheaded a big monster who lived from ancient times to the present, and then Aunt Yun refined the hair of that big monster It has become a magic weapon, and the colored hair is like this in my hand, you are very lucky, you are the first opponent to feel the colored hair."

The colorful brilliance lit up, and the colored hair wrapped around Li Yitu's fingers bloomed, like a rainbow flying directly towards Wei Siwen from his hand.

Feeling the mysterious power contained in that rainbow, Wei Siwen didn't dare to be careless. He roared, and chains rolled and roared in front of him, fighting towards the rainbow like steel beasts.

Bang bang bang!
Those chains were blown away by the power of the rainbow, and the mysterious and powerful force acted on Wei Siwen's body. His clothes were instantly torn, his glasses were shattered, and wounds appeared on his body, deep bones were visible. , but not a trace of blood.

Seeing Wei Siwen's distressed appearance, the corners of Li Yitu's mouth twitched slightly.

"It seems that the effect is still good, and the endless chains are nothing more than that."

To Wei Siwen's ears, these words were like a knife cutting his heart, making his eyes cold.

Seeing that Li Yitu and Long Pang are not in any danger for the time being, Xuan Lingzi turned to Li Wudao and said, "Leave these four ghost students to Daoist Master, and you go to meet your old friends."

Li Wudao looked at Xuan Lingzi in surprise, and asked, "These ghost students today are different from the ones we met a while ago. Can you deal with four at the same time?"

Xuan Lingzi smiled mysteriously: "Although I'm not as lucky as these boys, I'm still better than them at this stage, otherwise I've lived in vain all these years."

Li Wudao nodded slightly, and then said calmly: "Then you should quickly deal with them, I may not be Zhuge Wuwu's opponent." He quietly looked at the black cloud above the sky, his eyes were full of dignity.

Xuan Lingzi's face changed slightly. Although Li Wudao has always been low-key, he has absolute confidence.

Then he was as confident as him, and he would say such words when facing Zhuge Wuwu.

"Is he that strong?" Xuan Lingzi looked at the sky and asked.

"When he entered the psychic school that year, he was No.1 among us, and he stayed in this position and never changed. Although I have never seen him make a move in recent years, I'm sure he is better than before. It will be even stronger." Li Wudao held the phone tightly, and the whole phone exuded a faint blue light.

"Then you should try to stand up first." Daoist Xuan Lingzi left a sentence, and rushed towards the four ghosts in front of him.

"Hehehe, old guy, are you tired of living, and dare to hit four with one blow." One of the ghosts said.

"You four rotten fish and stinky shrimp, Daoist, I am more than enough to deal with you."

Xuan Lingzi drew out a long sword, this time the long sword was not peach wood, but black all over, with a mysterious luster, like stone but not stone, like iron but not iron.

A killing force suddenly emanated from the black long sword, making the hearts of the four ghosts tremble.

"What kind of sword is this, why does it make me fear in my soul?" one of the ghosts asked.

With a solemn expression, Xuan Lingzi held the long black sword upright in front of him, kneaded his fingers into fingers, and caressed the black sword.

"You all used to be psychics. Have you ever heard of the celestial master Zhong Kui? This sword is the sword used by the celestial master Zhong Kui to subdue demons and exorcise demons. It has been enshrined in the exorcism place. You are so lucky , to be able to see this treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"The exorcism sword of Tianshi Zhongkui? Who are you scaring? Tianshi Zhongkui is just a legend, so this sword must not be real." A ghost said, but the evil spirit released by this sword still made him a little afraid.

Xuan Lingzi didn't pay any attention to him, but quietly sacrificed the golden mask, covering the four ghosts in front of him.

"Today I will use you to try the power of this exorcism sword."

Holding the exorcism sword in his hand, Xuan Lingzi stepped into the golden mask alone.

An arrow was shot head-on, Xuan Lingzi didn't dodge or dodge, with a light wave of the exorcism sword in his hand, the arrow exploded in the air and turned into a black smoke.

"Break it into pieces" one of the ghosts suddenly roared, lines appeared in the air, and the force of cutting shrouded Xuan Lingzi.

Xuan Lingzi looked at this ghost technique coldly, and said in a deep voice: "If it was before, I might really be broken down by you, but today with this sword in hand, these ghost techniques can do nothing to me."

The exorcism sword turned into a sword flower, the lines in the air were shredded by the exorcism sword, and the ghost technique was "broken into pieces" and immediately deciphered.

At this moment, Xuan Lingzi felt a dangerous breath, like a cheetah seeing its prey, and he was that prey at this moment.

The four ghosts did not know when two of them were missing, Xuan Lingzi secretly thought that something was wrong, and at the very moment, the exorcism sword in his hand swept back.

When the sound.

The exorcism sword collided with the paw of the ghost behind him, and the ghost suddenly howled, and his hands were corroded by the evil spirit of the exorcism sword, and white smoke kept coming out.

"Dare to confront the Exorcist Sword head-on, I respect you for being a man." Xuan Lingzi said with some pride.

"I also respect you for being a man, how dare you leave your back to me." The voice came from behind, and Xuan Lingzi realized that two ghosts were missing just now.

He turned around and swung his sword again, but it was too late, a mysterious force had descended on him.

The exorcist sword in his hand suddenly weighed ten thousand catties, Xuan Lingzi could no longer hold it, and with a bang, the exorcist sword fell to the ground, splashing countless dirt.

Seeing the exorcism sword lying in front of him like a black hill, Xuan Lingzi was dumbfounded.

"How did this exorcism sword become so big?" Xuan Lingzi was stunned.

Then he turned his head to look, and saw the ghost standing in front of him like a giant, with a bleak smile on its pale face.

"No, it's not that they have grown bigger, but that I have become smaller." Xuan Lingzi suddenly realized.

"What kind of ghost technique is this? How did I become smaller?" Xuan Lingzi asked in confusion, but the sound he made was creaking.

Xuan Lingzi was stunned for a moment, he could not speak human words.

"Do you want to see what you look like now?" The ghost squatted down, but it was still like a mountain.

He did not know where to take out a mirror, and erected it in front of Xuan Lingzi, like a gate of heaven.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Xuan Lingzi suddenly had a billion muddy horses galloping past.

What a fat mouse!

(End of this chapter)