Chapter 384 Captains Join Forces
“This is the first move.”

The four Zhang Xianguangs spoke at the same time, and in an instant the captains felt a great sense of danger and uneasiness.

No ghost rider in the supernatural circle has ever been able to display such supernatural powers. Even though they had just come into contact, Wei Jing already had a rough assessment in his mind, that is, there was a huge gap between himself and Zhang Xianguang, at least one level lower.

The thick darkness continued to approach one of the Zhang Xianguangs, but it stopped abruptly two or three meters in front of him and could not get any closer.

Cao Yang hid under the blood lake, looking for an opportunity. The Zhang Xianguang in front of him was no longer the same as the original. He had mastered more terrifying supernatural powers. It was difficult to kill him.

Not far away, Lu Zhiwen was guarding He Yiner. The other party used the supernatural power of summoning souls the moment the fight started, but it takes time for the souls of the dead to condense. During this period, she had no ability to resist, so she needed protection.

She took out three old relics, a bracelet, two ornamental walnuts, and the storyteller's ring that Cao Yang provided her last time in Luocheng City.

"spiritualism."

He Yiner summoned three ghosts in one breath, two of whom were ghost riders from the previous generation of Taiping Ancient Town, and the other was the notorious storyteller Han Fengyuan.

Zhang Xianguang naturally noticed the abnormality around He Yiner. He snorted coldly. Four Zhang Xianguangs suddenly attacked at this moment. Their movements were not in sync, but they all raised the rusty old swords in their hands at the same time.

Danger, extremely dangerous!
Yang Jian and Wei Jing suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, as if they were about to die at any time.

“This is the second move.”

Zhang Xianguang's voice was very soft, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of several people, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

The next moment, the rusty and blood-stained sword fell down without any rules or patterns, no clear medium, and even no need for direct contact. The horrifying supernatural attack had already erupted on Yang Jian and Wei Jing's bodies.

Lu Zhiwen took a step forward and stood in front of He Yiner, taking the attack for him.

Suddenly, a hideous crack appeared on Yang Jian's neck, and his head fell off his neck. In the blink of an eye, he became a headless corpse.

Wei Jing's chest was torn apart, revealing the blackened flesh and internal organs. At the same time, a burst of black light overflowed, as if a strange lantern was growing in his chest.

Lu Zhiwen's situation was slightly better. He took the initiative to stimulate half of the corpse to take over the body, so all the attacks from the big knife were borne by this ghost, and he himself did not suffer any harm.

On the ground, a huge crack appeared in the blood lake under the attack of the big knife, and the scarlet lake water was split into two halves. Even Cao Yang, who was hiding in the lake, was affected. Jagged scars appeared on his chest and arms, deep enough to see the bones.

It’s so fierce, so terribly fierce!
With each of the two swords, the four captains suffered varying degrees of injuries. Cao Yang even had his ghost den cut open, and the two blood lakes did not merge into one for a short time.

Finally, the souls of the dead took shape. The three old men had ferocious looks on their faces, and their dead eyes stared at Zhang Xianguang who was holding a big knife.

"Three seniors, please kill that dangerous guy."

The two old men from Taiping Ancient Town naturally would not refuse the soul-caller's request, but Han Fengyuan, who came to call the soul, stood there motionless, as if he didn't hear it.

After a long silence, Han Fengyuan slowly spoke.

"Girl, this guy can't be killed by a few ghosts like us. The three ghosts working together can only hold back two of them at most. There are still two left. You must deal with them as soon as possible."

Han Fengyuan sighed, turned around and rushed towards one of the Zhang Xianguangs. The two old men from Taiping Ancient Town could only deal with one Zhang Xianguang together, but he was confident that he could deal with one Zhang Xianguang alone.

"It's really scary."

A red light suddenly flashed on Yang Jian's headless body. He restarted himself without hesitation, and the lake water under his feet quickly spread towards one of the Zhang Xianguangs. Pale hands kept reaching out from the water, as if to drag the person on the water into the water and drown him.

"Yang Jian, use your coffin nails to deal with him. I will cooperate with you in a sneak attack. You can definitely kill Zhang Xianguang directly." At this time, Cao Yang's voice suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's mind, and even his image appeared.

"I believe you once."

This time, Yang Jian directly used his original ghost to pick up the spear, and appeared in front of one of the Zhang Xianguangs in a flash. The ghost holding the spear raised his hand and slashed at Zhang Xianguang.

At the same time, many ghost hands suddenly climbed up Zhang Xianguang's body like crazy, trying to restrict his movements.

Zhang Xianguang didn't say anything, but just moved his wrist and used the big knife to block the attacking spear. The sound of metal clashing echoed in the dead silence.

"Bite him to death—!"

Yang Jian’s face was imprinted on the tall ghost shadow, but at this moment, Yang Jian’s eyes were red and he released the dream dog with a cold tone.

With the lake water providing a reflection medium, the wolfhound, as ferocious and weird as a calf, instantly pulled Zhang Xianguang's consciousness into the world of ghost dreams. However, due to his body's instinct, he still held Yang Jian's spear tightly.

"Chance--!"

Behind Zhang Xianguang, Cao Yang's figure appeared out of nowhere. He rushed over with the coffin nails in one hand and the broad carrying pole in the other.

This time, cargo boxes were hung on both ends of the carrying pole, and Cao Yang even tied human skin bags on it. Anyone who was hit by the carrying pole at this moment would lose half his life.

Zhang Xianguang, who was in a daze, naturally couldn't resist. The carrying pole hit his body with a dull and suppressed sound, but strangely, he was not knocked away, but stood there like a heavy and dead sculpture.

"laugh--!"

Then, Cao Yang directly stabbed the coffin nail in his hand into Zhang Xianguang's body, and then hit him with a carrying pole.

This time, Zhang Xianguang was directly knocked away, and the ghost hands clinging to his body were also affected. Even Yang Jian's own ghost hands felt uncomfortable and numb as if they were electrocuted.

On the other side, Han Fengyuan fought alone against Zhang Xianguang.

The environment around him quickly became dim, as if the light was being swallowed up.

Soon, rows of seats appeared around, forming a ring, and Zhang Xianguang was sitting in the center.

“Mr. Han can actually borrow the supernatural power of the auction house!”

On the side, He Yin'er's expression moved slightly. She also participated in the supernatural events in Luocheng City, so she recognized this supernatural place.

Suddenly, the figure of Han Fengyuan appeared in front of all the seats at the same time. They had numb expressions and indifference in their eyes.

"You're not the only one who can perform supernatural superposition."

Han Fengyuan snorted lightly.

At this moment, all the Han Fengyuans sat down at the same time, and Zhang Xianguang stood in the middle area. He seemed to be restricted by something, standing there unable to break free.

“Begin the auction.”

(End of this chapter)