Chapter 663 (1/2)

The ghost was dark red and had four strong arms. Each arm held different weapons. It looked at the strong man with copper bell like eyes, gave a low roar in its mouth, and waved weapons to meet him.

There is no doubt about the power of the four armed War Ghost. When he met the mutant lizard in base 3, Shen Feng could even face its attack with the power of the four armed War Ghost. No matter how strong the strong man is, he is not as strong as the big guy. Moreover, Shen Feng's strength has long been different.

The four armed War Ghost can be ordered by Shen Feng's consciousness to attack alone.

”Dong!” The four weapons in the hands of the four armed War Ghost collided with the hammer firmly, making a dull noise.

After the muffled noise, the strong man felt that his arms holding the hammer were numb and his throat was sweet, ”Wow!” A blood arrow shot out of his mouth and flew backwards like a kite with a broken line. It hit the ground more than ten meters away and kept struggling.

Fortunately, the ground here is soft, which avoids secondary injury.

However, after the four armed War Ghost repelled the strong man, the weapons condensed by evil Qi in his hands became very weak and almost scattered it, which shows the strong attack of the strong man.

”What!” Feng Jian looked at the strong man being hit by the four armed War Ghost. His eyes were shocked. He didn't expect that the ghost behind Shen Feng could burst out such a powerful force.

”It seems that I still underestimate you!” The corners of Feng Jian's mouth raised slightly, and a trace of cold appeared in his eyes.

Then the bloody short sword in his left hand was sharp and cut directly towards his right forearm.

”Brush!” With a sound of, the Blood Sword with short hair scratched a blood mark on his arm. Blood seeped out of the blood mark and stained on the blood sword.

After the Blood Sword touched his blood, it 'sucked' all the blood.

”Left hand blood sword, sacrifice!” Feng Jian's voice fell, and the Blood Sword flashed a strange blood light in the night.

Shen Feng looked at Feng Jian's change and his eyes sank. If he had just played the strength equivalent to the congenital perfection realm, the momentum at this time had fully exceeded this realm!

”Blood Sword kill!” Feng Jian gave a low roar, and a touch of blood flashed from the bottom of his eyes. His body rushed towards Shen Feng.

Come on, very fast! Feng Jian's body shape almost came to Shen Feng in an instant. The blood sword in his hand, with a bloody breath, directly rowed to Shen Feng's chest.

”What a fast speed!” Shen Feng was surprised. The speed was faster than himself in his heyday.

”Get out of here!” Shen Feng roared, and the blade of Baizhan sword in his hand was cold, facing the bloody sword.

But Feng Jian's speed was very fast. He had no intention to fight Shen Feng. His body retreated two steps backward like a ghost, making Shen Feng's knife empty.

Feng Jian took advantage of this gap and slammed from the side. His sharp Blood Sword stabbed Shen Feng's ribs. He didn't give Shen Feng any reaction time at all.

At this time, the four armed War Ghost on Shen Feng sent out a low roar, ”Ow!” With a sound, the weapon in its hand hit Feng Jian's head.