Capítulo 1055: Chapter 828: Tonight, You’re All Going to Die
Right in the merchant’s line of sight, above Mu Fan and the other’s heads, a shadow silently… swooped down!
Mu Fan didn’t notice it, but he saw the look of shock and fear in the merchant’s eyes.
Suddenly turned around!
The shadow had already intruded within three meters mid-air.
An aura of death and murder emerged at that very moment, and Mu Fan raised his hand, ready to swing the Short Stick.
But at that moment, the eyes-closed Lu Qingxue abruptly pressed her fair wrist downward, drawing out the Snow Building Sword in reverse grip.
A silver flash suddenly appeared, reversing direction upward from the air.
A shower of sparks suddenly flared in the sky as the shadow and Lu Qingxue’s long sword made contact and then separated.
Bang…
It seemed the long sword made contact with the shadow’s body.
But in the next second, the shadow instantly dispersed into mist.
Lu Qingxue struck the black mist with the sword, but… where is the enemy?
“Not human-like.”
Lu Qingxue’s cold four words revealed the fact.
“A rare find. A virgin’s scent… This kind of blood… must taste delicious to drink.”
A black cloak rose high and gently fell.
In front of the two, on top of a broadleaf tree, stood a black figure.
When he raised his head, that terrifying, disgusting face was clearly reflected in their pupils.
“I hit him just now.”
Lu Qingxue was not angered by the other’s words but stood behind Mu Fan and spoke softly.
“Heh heh… but you didn’t hurt me, did you?” the Night Ghost replied with a sinister laugh.
“Aren’t you curious?”
Just as Mu Fan wanted to make a move, the black figure on the treetop suddenly split into six figures, darting down sharply.
Four charged towards Mu Fan, and two dashed towards Lu Qingxue.
The Dark Gold Short Stick in Mu Fan’s hand spun to a blur at that moment, like a flywheel directly facing the shadows rushing at high speed.
Crackle…
Dazzling sparks erupted into the night.
The opponent was extremely fast, and bizarrely could maneuver like a hummingbird mid-air anytime, anywhere.
He vaguely saw the opponent reach out and grasp for his Dark Gold Short Stick.
But the rapidly spinning Stick Wind was like a blade wheel coming to slice.
A sharp metallic scraping sound suddenly burst forth in the air.
Mu Fan finally felt his Stick Wind Blade Wheel break through the opponent’s defense.
Cut it open for me…
A fierce flash passed through Mu Fan’s eyes.
The rotating Short Stick thrust forward.
The tip of the stick lightly tapped, and the shadow in front instantly exploded into an all-encompassing mist, the two crossing paths.
[Hit, but not hit… missed…]
This thought flashed through Mu Fan’s mind, with sinister laughter echoing in his ears.
Then a sharp claw suddenly flashed past from his ribs.
Slit!
A deep, bloody scar instantly appeared on his waist.
About fifteen centimeters long.
Mu Fan let out a muffled groan.
The crisscrossing black mist coalesced seven or eight meters behind them.
The black cloak gently fluttered.
That ghostly face looked at Mu Fan, grinning menacingly.
His right hand was placed vertically in front.
Mu Fan’s pupils slightly contracted…
It was similar to Solomon’s Hand Armor, a set of dark metal claws.
At this moment, his blood was dripping down along the claws.
Seeing Mu Fan seemingly focused on his claws, the Night Ghost squinted, the muscles and bones on his face appeared even more creepy.
His gaze returned to look at the rolled-up wound on Mu Fan’s ribs, smirking coldly: “Does it hurt? Your reaction speed, among the people I’ve met, ranks in the top three… unfortunately… I’ll make you die little by little in pain, I’ll make you watch as you’re cut into pieces, I’ll make you watch as I drink her blood dry… heh heh.”
Even as Lu Qingxue brandished her sword in caution, she was no more enraged by his words, but she did glance towards Mu Fan’s ribs, noticing the terrifying wound, her pupils narrowed, with a trace of concern flashing deep in her eyes.
When Mu Fan’s eyes met with Lu Qingxue’s, he shook his head gently, grinned, and signaled he was fine.
Then turned his gaze towards the opponent, licking his lips.
“Such a freak… I can only think of the Blood Teeth Team.”
“Why, in such a hurry to avenge those people?”
Mu Fan’s eyes carried mockery.
As for the wound on his ribs, he didn’t even look at it.
If that could be considered an injury to him…
Then he would’ve been dead countless times over.
“Tsk tsk, quite sharp, but you only got the first part right.”
The Night Ghost extended his left hand, gently wiping over the claws on his right hand.
He spoke to himself: “I only want to kill you, as for them, how many die, what’s that to me.”
As his words fell, the air around the Night Ghost seemed to collapse momentarily.
From stillness to motion, the entire person was like a shell piercing through the air.
Yet strangely, not a sound issued.
The night fell, ghostly amidst silence.
Blood Teeth Team, Seventh Tier Mutant—Night Ghost!
Mu Fan’s eyes were cold and grim, at this moment a frosty Ghost Energy flooding into his muscles, his upper body instantaneously becoming steel-like!
“If you dare… just kill me.”
The muscles of both arms suddenly bulged ferociously.
Yet, at that moment, a chilly figure suddenly stood in front of Mu Fan.
This caused surprise to flash in the Night Ghost’s eyes, while Mu Fan was stunned!
At this moment, Lu Qingxue’s black hair flew, with an incomparably firm gaze.
Her left hand’s four fingers like jade, pressed lightning-fast onto the spine of the sword, sliding upwards with the pale hand and sharply pressing down on the sword tip.
At this instant, they all seemed to hear the sound of an iceberg fracturing.
The Snow Building Sword was pressed into a curve.
Mu Fan noticed Lu Qingxue’s left hand trembling dozens of times in a moment, then that Snow Building Sword seemed to be pushed to the limit and suddenly sprang out.
Sword Technique Twenty-seven—Avalanche!
Buzz~
A strange roar reverberated through the space.
The rebounding image of the Snow Building Sword collided head-on with the Night Ghost.
A spark burst out into the air, the black shadow once again disintegrated.
The spreading black mist swept swiftly past Lu Qingxue.
“Be careful!”
Mu Fan noticed a flash of cold light on Lu Qingxue’s left shoulder, his Short Stick stabbing out sharply!
However, the sinister laugh sounded once more.
“Wrong guess.”
Whoosh!
A dark claw shadow suddenly grazed over Lu Qingxue’s right shoulder.
That icy frail body trembled sharply.
With the naked eye visible, a blossom of blood sprang forth from the right shoulder!
The Night Ghost appeared again atop another treetop, now reveling in sniffing his fingertips of his right hand.
“Such a fragrant, delicious taste… a masterpiece, truly a masterpiece.”
The ugly hideous face seemed to twist with excitement.
Then, with an unrestrained fiery gaze, he fixed on Lu Qingxue!
“Hahahaha! A bountiful harvest, a bloody night.”
“Today, all of you… will die!”
The black cloak suddenly raised, shattering into a dense black mist, and as it dissipated, skeletal black-white armor enveloped the Night Ghost entirely.
A mighty and terrifying aura, at this moment, dominated the entire scene!