Chapter 385 The Terrifying Third Move

As Han Fengyuan finished speaking, people present stood up one by one. They all made the same move, raising their hands, and then a deadly ghost burst out from Zhang Xianguang's body.

There are a total of 216 seats in the Supernatural Auction House, and at the moment, all of them are occupied by Han Fengyuan. This also means that all the Han Fengyuans will continue to bid on the items on the stage, that is, attack, until they are bought.

Han Fengyuan's strength was indeed terrifying. Wei Jing was forced to retreat again and again by Zhang Xianguang. His body was covered with scars, and he could barely hold back Zhang Xianguang.

Cao Yang and Yang Jian teamed up and used sneak attacks and unstoppable coffin nails to kill Zhang Xianguang. However, Han Fengyuan, as a ghost, faced Zhang Xianguang head-on and was not at a disadvantage, and even had the momentum to suppress the opponent.

On the other side, Cao Yang and Yang Jian teamed up and killed Zhang Xianguang in a surprise attack. However, his body quickly decayed and weathered, and even the sword in his hand disappeared.

Obviously, this is not Zhang Xianguang's real body.

"Help Wei Jing first."

Cao Yang observed the situation. Han Fengyuan was fighting Zhang Xianguang alone, the two old men from Taiping Ancient Town were holding back one, and only Wei Jing was struggling the most and was almost going to be completely dismembered.

Without hesitation, the blood lake spread towards Wei Jing, temporarily forcing back Zhang Xianguang who was constantly attacking, and Wei Jing was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I can't suppress his supernatural powers. It's simply impossible."

Wei Jing endured the pain, but was also very frustrated. He had 9 suppression quotas, but they were useless against Zhang Xianguang in front of him, which made him hard to accept.

"It's impossible for someone to control nine ghosts. The only reasonable explanation is that you stole the ghosts and they are all supernatural, not controlling them, so your nine places are inflated."

Cao Yang protected Wei Jing behind him, while Yang Jian used the deceptive ghost necklace to help him recover.

"As expected, you two are still the strongest."

Zhang Xianguang still looked calm and composed. He had been in the paranormal circle for decades. In terms of understanding of the paranormal, he believed that he was not inferior to anyone else.

"Do it!"

Yang Jian didn't waste any words and rushed forward again with his spear raised. No matter what Zhang Xianguang was planning, he attacked him in Ghost Lake and now tried to steal the ghost painting. He would not let this dangerous man go no matter what.

Zhang Xianguang held a big knife and confronted Yang Jian.

Suddenly, a tremendous pressure appeared on Zhang Xianguang's back. The silent, creepy and extremely heavy ghost pressed down on him, forcing him to bend down.

At the same time, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps echoed in the dead silence, as if an invisible person was running around in panic.

A cold wind suddenly blew, and Cao Yang's figure appeared and disappeared from time to time. Even Yang Jian's ghost eyes could not accurately lock on Cao Yang's position.

"Join forces and kill him as quickly as possible."

Cao Yang's voice appeared in Yang Jian's mind again.

Needless to say, the cooperation between top ghost riders does not need to be polished, because once they start fighting, they are already fighting for their lives, and it is a fight of the highest level.

Cao Yang was holding a carrying pole with cargo boxes and human skin bags still hanging on both ends. He would not hold back when dealing with Zhang Xianguang.

Just like before, ghost hands climbed, spears and swords clashed, and Yang Jian released the ghost dream dog again, trying to replicate the previous successful case.

However, this time Zhang Xianguang was prepared. He saw hot black oil rapidly oozing out of his flesh. Even though they were at a distance, Yang Jian felt an inexplicable palpitation.

As soon as the hot oil appeared, Yang Jian immediately took a few steps back and even retracted his spear. The ghost eye's feeling was not wrong. The scorching hot black oil was definitely another kind of terrifying supernatural thing.

“This is the third move.”

Zhang Xianguang raised his hand, and the hot oil flowed down his arm, quickly covering the blade of the sword. At the same time, a hideous cut suddenly appeared on Zhang Xianguang's chest, with the skin and flesh turned inside out. Yang Jian then realized that there was no flesh and blood in the opponent's chest, only an old-fashioned copper lantern that was still emitting light.

"Is this the source of the ghost light just now?"

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly. The light from the lantern was not dazzling, at least it was within the tolerance range of the ghost eyes. He also did not feel the previous restlessness of revival.

"We can't be careless. He has made so many preparations. He must be planning something big."

The fact is beyond doubt. While preparing to deal with Yang Jian, Zhang Xianguang did not forget Cao Yang. A number of strange bloody handprints suddenly appeared on his back and quickly spread to the body of the oppressive ghost.

The blood was thick and black, a bit like ghost blood, but not exactly the same.

The strange bloody handprints clung to the body of the ghost like a virus. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty handprints appeared on the ghost's body.

suddenly.

Zhang Xianguang suddenly threw the big knife covered with boiling oil in his hand towards Yang Jian. The raging Yinfeng ghost den was torn apart at this moment, and terrifying roars were heard continuously, as if something was exploding.

Danger, extremely dangerous!
Yang Jian suddenly felt a chill down his spine. The sword stained with the hot ghost oil became even more terrifying. For a moment, Yang Jian couldn't even think of what means to use to deal with it.

"We must withstand this attack, otherwise we will surely die!"

This was no joke. He released the vicious dog to attack Zhang Xianguang's consciousness, but the other party showed no signs of falling asleep. This was enough to prove that he also mastered a very terrifying consciousness-related supernatural power.

At this time, Cao Yang's attack came.

The shoulder pole with the cargo box hanging on it came with great force and hit Zhang Xianguang directly on the waist. However, the bloody handprint took the opportunity to spread wildly, and even left several handprints on the shoulder pole.

However, this attack was not without effect. Zhang Xianguang was knocked several meters away, but he was still twitching and struggling, and did not seem to have suffered any serious injuries.

"This shoulder pole is really good. It's a good thing."

While struggling, Zhang Xianguang praised generously.

He cursed the oppressive ghost with his bloody handprint in advance, so the oppressive ghost shared a part of the attack this time, so he was not directly beaten into silence like before.

"Thanks for the compliment. It's time to send you on your way."

Cao Yang had a blank expression on his face. He ignored the bloody handprint on the carrying pole and threw it directly into the blood lake.

The next second, a rusty coffin nail pierced through the head of Zhang Xianguang on the ground, pinning him down.

"It hasn't decayed or dissipated. Is this the real body?"

Before Cao Yang could think, a loud noise made him shift his gaze.

Yang Jian used his spear to block the incoming sword, but at the moment when the metal collided, an extremely terrifying supernatural impact came from the sword, and it even made a roar like a gunpowder explosion.

His body was blown to pieces, even the spear was broken, the hatchet was stuck in the ground, and the coffin nails fell next to the hatchet.

Yang Jian himself felt even worse. His blood-red face showed a look of pain, and even the tall ghost shadow had many jagged scars on it. The ghost shadow was almost cut in half.

"Three moves have been made, see you next time, both of you."

(End of this chapter)