{Crossing the Book} After becoming a master of all people, they all stared at me

Chapter 11

From the surrounding ghost corpses, there should be three to four hundred people.

If these ghost corpses were refined by ordinary people, there is nothing wrong with them, and they will not pose any real threat; but the problem is that most of these ghost corpses were monks before they were alive.

Letting Nan Fengqing deal with three or four hundred monks by himself, which has undergone a "mutation" to some extent, is undoubtedly even more difficult.

Even if the original owner himself has a high level of cultivation, but "two fists are no match for four hands", the chances of wanting to get out of the body are not high.

Even so, Nanfeng Qing has to bite the bullet, not only because he wants to complete the plot of the original book; but also because——if he doesn't deal with it, this town will cease to exist.

He couldn't do nothing by himself and watch others die.

Thinking of this, Nanfeng Qing felt vigilant and heavy, and at the same time scolded Ji Yun in his heart:

Ji Yun is the one who kills a thousand swords!If you want to die, you have to drag others to die together!I'm fucking speechless!

Even so, Nanfeng Qing still started to take action to clean up the mess.

I saw him kneading the formula again with both hands, pouring his own spiritual power into that layer of protective cover continuously, so as to make it stronger, so that ghost corpses cannot escape, so as to ensure the safety of the people in the town.

There was a faint blue light on the protective cover, which was in stark contrast to the blood-red filth inside the cover, which was the result of Nanfeng Qing's spiritual power blessing.

But while Nanfeng Qing was doing all this, the ghost corpses did not sit still, but rushed toward Nanfeng Qing in groups.

The crooked team, the horrific body and the eyes with only the whites of their eyes, drooling constantly, all showed the disgust of this team.

Yes, disgusting.

Nanfeng Qing can only use such a word to describe them.

At this time, he alone looked extremely small in front of this "ghost tide", but his figure was still as tall and straight as a green pine, with a fairy-like demeanor.

Nan Fengqing's face was cold and serious, his eyes were filled with cold killing intent, his lips were tightly pressed, and he was holding the An Yan Sword tightly in his hand.

"An Yan, I haven't seen blood for a long time, it's time for you to move around."

After saying that, An Yan's sword trembled, accompanied by a clanking sound, and he couldn't wait any longer.

While maintaining the spiritual power of the protective cover, Nanfeng Qing quickly raised his sword and tapped his toes to rush over, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

He must fight quickly, because the spiritual power he has can't last long.

It is necessary to take care of the protective cover and kill ghost corpses. The consumption of spiritual power in both is not just for fun.

If it weren't for the fact that the original major was high-strength and he practiced diligently, and he was assisted by Ning Qingzong's elixir and miraculous medicine on weekdays, he might not have lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Therefore, even if an ordinary monk discovers this conspiracy, there is nothing he can do.

Nanfeng Qing gritted his teeth and fought among the ghost corpses.

The An Yanjian in his hand could no longer see its original appearance clearly, it was covered with sticky black blood, and he was scratched in several places, the blood kept oozing out, and he was in a bit of a panic.

Just as he stabbed another ghost with his sword to end it, another ghost suddenly appeared from behind, attacking him with teeth and claws.

Sensing the danger behind him, Nanfeng Qing felt bad, and quickly pulled An Yan back, turned around lightly on his toes, and cut off the ghost corpse's head horizontally with his sword.

Before the beheaded ghost corpse could react, it fell down stiffly, black blood splashed all over the ground, and some splashed on Nanfeng Qing's face, but he couldn't care less, turned around and continued to kill .

Nan Fengqing was starting to lose his strength, he already felt that his spiritual power was not enough, and even faintly showed signs of being exhausted.

But the spiritual power on the protective cover cannot be withdrawn, what if some ghost accidentally destroys it and runs out?

At that time, no matter what he does, the ending will be irreversible.

The current protective cover is extremely fragile, and it is easy for the ghost to destroy it. Without the spiritual power of Nanfeng Qing, it is just an empty shell.

But he can't let the ghost corpses stay in the cover, these things have become a scourge, and he can only kill them to avoid future troubles.

A lot of spiritual power was consumed on both sides, which made him gradually exhausted, but he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

Gu Yuhui was filled with fear as he watched Master fight bloody battles with those ghost corpses.

But when Nanfeng Qing was concentrating on dealing with the ghost corpse in front of him, a ghost corpse staggered towards Gu Yuhui.

When Nanfeng Qing took the time to check on Gu Yuhui's situation, the ghost was not far away from his apprentice and was about to attack Gu Yuhui.

"Hui'er!"