After the attack, Black Death Mou recalled the words that Lin Cheng had previously told him to observe himself through the world.

  The man in front of him has also reached the highest realm of martial artist.

  "It's just a clever attack."

  Hei Death Mou could clearly feel that the impact of this blow was much smaller than the previous fist, and guessed that this was the reason why the opponent forcibly changed the attack method and released a lot of power.

  And in the battle, who will attack with the palm, such an attack will not cause any substantial damage at all.

  Suddenly, Hei Dead Mou felt a piercing pain from Lin Cheng who had just been hit.

  And the smile on Lin Cheng's face became more obvious.

  The target of the whip hand is not the bones, muscles, or internal organs, but the skin.

  "Ah ah ah ah ah!"

  Even Hei Death Mou, one of the winding strings, couldn't bear the pain in his chest and let out a heart-piercing scream. .

Chapter 115

  For Fan Ma Yongjiro, the whip hand is just a move used to punish children.

  But Lin Cheng didn't care about these, as long as the moves that could produce effects should be used flexibly.

  Lin Cheng's whip was not meant to cause serious damage, but to bring unbearable pain to Black Death Mou.

  Even if the ghost can regenerate, it still feels pain.

  At this moment, Hei Death Mou let out a piercing scream, and the pain in his chest was more severe than any injury he had received since he was born, as if scalding molten iron was constantly pouring on his chest.

  He kept tearing at his chest, almost tearing off all the flesh on his chest. The pride of being one of the winding strings in the past was completely gone, and he looked extraordinarily embarrassed.

  "Black Death, Lord Mou!"

  Yuhu and Bantiangou had never seen Hei Dead Mou appear so ugly, they were at a loss, and their legs were filled with lead.

  They wanted to support Hei Death Mou, but Hei Death Mou's previous words made them not dare to go against it easily, and the fear of Lin Cheng in their hearts made them unable to move at all.

  For the first time, there is a human being that ghosts fear-

  And, even if they do, how can they help?

  Even though they have eaten a lot of people in the past few months, their strength has improved a lot, but there is still a big gap between them and the upper strings.

  Even the most powerful of them, Black Death Mou, was suppressed by Lin Cheng, and if they were only ranked fourth or fifth, they would only be sent to death.

  At this moment, Yuhu cast his gaze into the distance, where he saw other people who were fighting at the end of the string.

  Ganlu Temple honey glass.

  The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

  At this moment, Hei Death Mou was crawling on the ground in pain. The intense pain made his blue veins suddenly, as if they were about to explode.

  His ears caught the sound of footsteps around him, and Lin Cheng was slowly approaching him.

  Step, step, step.

  The sound of Lin Cheng's footsteps seemed to be urging death, making Hei Dead Mou's heart beat faster and faster.

  "Damn, damn!"

  Hei Death Mou bit the corner of his mouth tightly, and even oozing blood, even if there was a burning pain in his chest, he couldn't let Lin Cheng go any further.

  Breath of the Moon·Sixteen Moonbow·Lonely Moon!

  Hei Death Mou propped himself on the ground with one hand, while the other hand held a sword and forcibly launched the blood ghost technique.

  Countless moon blades fell from the sky, like dense hailstones, hitting the ground causing a huge explosion, and at the same time raising a huge amount of smoke.

  Hei Death Mou looked forward carefully, his eyes pierced through the smoke, and he hoped that Lin Cheng would be killed by his own blood ghost technique with a bit of luck in his heart.

  In the transparent world, the shadow of Lin Cheng could not be found.

  "Success?"

  At this time, Black Death Mou's pride and dignity have been completely destroyed, and he is willing to become a ghost in order to improve his swordsmanship.

  But his hundreds of years of practice were of no use in front of Lin Cheng.

  It's like stepping on everything you've paid for like garbage.

  "I'm here."

  Suddenly, Lin Cheng's voice sounded from behind Hei Dead Mou.

  The unwillingness shrouded his heart like an impermeable dark cloud, and even the burning pain in his chest seemed insignificant.

  At this moment, Lin Cheng waved his iron fist and attacked his neck——

  boom!

  A violent explosion sounded, and all the people present were attracted by the sound, even the ghosts of the last string couldn't help but cast their eyes.

  Immediately afterwards, the eyes of these ghosts widened, and their eyes were full of horror.

  One of the winding strings, Black Death Mou, whose strength is second only to Guiwu Tsuji Wuji, knelt on the ground. The head that should have been on his neck rolled a few meters away, and the broken neck was filled with turbid black blood. It poured out like a fountain and became a column of blood.

  One of the dignified winding strings was actually beheaded.

  Yuhu stared dumbfounded at what was happening in front of him. No one could have imagined that Hei Death Mou would be so easily tortured and killed by Lin Cheng, and his legs were motionless as if they were filled with lead.

  But Lin Cheng didn't start to wind up the remaining two at this time, as if they were bugs that could be pinched to death at any time.

  He is waiting, waiting for the rebirth of Black Death Mou.

  Ordinary ghosts will disappear immediately after being decapitated, but Black Death Mou's body has not dissipated until now.

  Lin Cheng knew that Black Death Mou had broken through the boundaries.

  If the ghost has both strong strength and a strong obsession to live, it can break through the boundaries, and even if it is beheaded by the sun blade, it will not die.

· · · · Flowers · · ·

  Ordinary ghosts can't do it at all, but Black Death Mou, one of the top strings, broke through this impossible limit because of the strong obsession in his heart.

  His desire to win.

  Black Death Mou Wutou's body slowly stood up, looking particularly terrifying and frightening, and a new head grew out of the broken neck.

  Traces of human beings were nowhere to be found on his new head, and now Black Death Mou had turned into a monster with jagged serrations in his mouth.

  Lin Cheng did not interfere with the opponent's regeneration, but smiled and waited for Hei Death Mou to complete his transformation.

  He knows that one of the top strings is not so easy to kill, and Hei Death Mou is much stronger than Tong Mo and Yi Wozuo.

 …  

  Moreover, Black Death Mou, who broke through the boundaries, only had the shortcoming of sunshine, even if he was killed by the sun blade, it would not have any effect.

  Unless, let Black Death Mou completely despair and completely destroy his psychological defense line.

  "Any attack means nothing to me, I won't lose a second time!"

  Hei Death Mou, who had completed the rebirth, said, his voice became low and hoarse, like a beast with a torn throat.

  The expressions on the faces of Yuhu and Bantiangou next to them were sluggish for a few seconds, and then turned into ecstasy:

  "As expected of Lord Black Death Mou, has even the weakness of fear of being decapitated by the Japanese sword been overcome!"

  Yuhu knew that the current Black Death Mou could ignore any physical attack, and the only thing that could hurt him was the sunlight.

  But Yuhu was also worried that even if Hei Death Mou broke through the limit, he might still not be Lin Cheng's opponent, because Lin Cheng just now obviously didn't use his full strength.

  "Lord Black Death Mou, let me help you!"

  Yuhu shouted and rushed in a certain direction.

  "Go away, you are not allowed to interfere in this battle!"

  Black Death Mou reprimanded angrily.

  But the target Yuhu aimed at at this time was not Lin Cheng. He knew that with his own strength, he could not control the battle between the two at all.

  The target in his eyes was the Ganlu Temple Mili who was fighting with the Xia Xian not far away.

  Blood Ghost Art Array Killing Fish Scales!So.

Chapter 116

  With the addition of the blood ghost technique, the speed of the jade pot became extremely fast, and the smooth fish scales became extremely fast and unpredictable.

  His target is the honey glass of Ganlu Temple.

  Yuhu could feel that this girl was very important to Lin Cheng.

  When Lin Cheng was fighting Black Death Mou, he definitely didn't have time to take into account his own existence.

  He is going to attack Ganlu Temple Mili and turn her into his hostage, thus containing Lin Cheng.

  In less than a second, Yuhu was about to sprint behind Ganlu Temple Mili, who was not aware of his existence at all.

  Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of him.

  boom!

  The shadow stood in front of the jade pot like a lofty mountain. The jade pot not only stopped, but slammed into the opponent's body abruptly. The huge recoil made the jade pot fly several meters away.

  Yuhu felt dizzy, and his skull was dented directly. He felt that what had just hit him was harder than steel.

  He raised his head, and a huge shadow enveloped him.

  Forest City.

  "how is this possible?!"

  Yuhu cried out in horror, and his throat became hoarse.

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