You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 800 Hiding Clumsy

Climbing out of the stinking swamp, Changqing looked at the clothes on his body with disgust. They had been burnt into beggar's clothes. But soon his face changed slightly. A cold and resentful force came from the area on the long sword that the black-eyed boy had slapped. It was icy and piercing, and drilled into the body like a maggot in the tarsal bone, trying to corrode Changqing's spiritual power and flesh.

But unfortunately, the calculation was wrong. The moment the cold power entered Changqing's body, he felt many powers of the same origin, wrapping around him. With a sharp hissing sound, the resentment was swallowed up and disappeared completely.

Chang Qing did not dodge, nor could he dodge. This was a swamp condensed by the black-eyed young man, which was equivalent to this person's domain. The other party could know where he was, so it was better not to hide.

The young man with black eyes stood not far away, looking coldly at Chang Qing who was lying on the rock in a muddy state. He saw a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, and his face looked slightly pale in the dark light, and even his breathing was a little disordered.

Seeing the black-eyed young man coming, Changqing's face flashed with panic, and he kept retreating like a frightened animal.

“Haha, Lu Fei, what can I do if you see through me? You only have these few pounds, and you will eventually die with understanding!” The voice of the black-eyed boy became hoarse, as harsh as a real evil spirit, like the sound of sandpaper rubbing against bones, full of cruel laughter and teasing: “I see that your spiritual power is very pure, just right for me as a tonic, just offer it to me! Hey~”

The black-eyed young man attacked even faster. His entire body seemed to transform into dozens of ghosts, surrounding Chang Qing. His slender fingers brought up gusts of smelly wind, interweaving into a web of death. Thousands of dark green poisoned bone blades shot out from the ghosts, completely blocking the space where Chang Qing was.

His figure looked increasingly embarrassed in the storm, struggling left and right. The red sword light danced more rapidly, like a beacon in the darkness, and he sat there struggling.

Many leaders were so nervous that their hearts were in their throats. Guan Changqing was left with nothing but defense, shaking his head and sighing.

Looking at the Luo Su Sect outside the field, everyone was running around in a panic.

Liu Liangcai felt a little dejected. That kind of strange attack and that kind of power could be considered as that of a strong man in the Kaihua realm. After all, Lu Fei was still in the Yundan realm and was difficult to resist.

Many people shook their heads. This battle was almost an all-round crushing defeat.

Only Master Kong Xuan shook his head repeatedly, grinned, and muttered in his heart: "The ability of these little guys to command the battle is not very good! It's hard for this kid, hiding his shortcomings and being suppressed. I guess he must be very frustrated."

"Ah"

"Aju"

"Ayawn"

"Ache"

Four distinctive sneezes were heard.

Chang Qing was depressed. Several times, the sharp ghost claws almost scratched his throat and passed over his heart. Although it was a spiritual body, it would be disastrous if it was exposed.

It's helpless because the little guys want to experience the power of this damn child. It's because they set the test questions themselves, so they have to endure the pain.

Changqing kept changing positions, trying to distance himself, but the dozens of ghost shadows followed him like a shadow, appearing behind him from time to time, catching Changqing off guard and starting to struggle.

These ghosts can actually roam freely in this swamp, as if they are the masters of this place.

But soon the young man with black pupils felt something was wrong. Chang Qing looked embarrassed, but beneath the appearance of helplessness, his eyes were like a cold pond or an ancient well, deep and indifferent, and he seemed not to sense the coming danger.

The young man with black eyes shook his head. Although he had the identity of an ordinary monster, his realm was definitely several times higher than that of the cultivators of the same level. Therefore, he never took cultivators of the same level seriously. That was his absolute confidence in his own strength.

Soon he felt that he had been wrong. This person might really be somewhat unusual, but once the seed of doubt was planted, he would begin to test him frantically.

The ghost's attacks became more fierce and intensive. He hid in the swamp, invisible, and carefully observed Chang Qing's techniques. Every block, every dodge, and every time the ghost claws cleverly bounced off the opponent's protective barrier, caused ripples in the black-eyed young man's heart.

No, the black-eyed boy felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the sword energy wielded by Changqing in the field where his aura was born. The flow of the opponent's spiritual power seemed not pure. The spiritual power seemed to have its own will. Every time he blocked his attack that seemed dangerous, it was more like... a show!

He was not defeated! He was just hiding his weakness and waiting for the right opportunity.

The young man with black pupils was shocked, and a hidden color flashed in his eyes. The swamp around Changqing was boiling, steaming countless dark green rotten resentments, which turned into ghostly shadows and kept entangled with Changqing. He wanted to see how much ability this person had hidden.

There are already thousands of dark ghost shadows in the field, surrounding Changqing, making people's scalps numb. Sharp ghost howls keep penetrating the body. This kind of mental attack on the soul is also quite effective in front of the spiritual power body. Changqing feels that his movements are much slower for a while.

In a trance, Changqing seemed to see his grandmother waving at him.

Thousands of ghost shadows were overlapping and closing together, and soon a huge ghost shadow shrouded in black mist condensed in front of it. Under the tattered clothes, the fingers were skinny and sharp, and the sharp cries became more and more shrill, and Chang Qing couldn't help feeling dizzy for a moment.

The ghost energy was boiling, and the tall ghost shadow exploded with a loud bang. Countless pale bone spurs emerged from it, and strange and unclear spells were engraved on the surface. It was obvious that nothing good would happen if it got involved!

"Burial of Ten Thousand Souls!" The black-eyed young man had condensed an extremely complicated spell in his palm and suddenly pushed it towards Chang Qing.

Hiss, hiss, hiss—!

Tens of thousands of cursed bone spurs, like torrential pear blossoms, tore through the air with soul-stirring sounds, forming a devastating death storm that instantly enveloped all the space Changqing could dodge, leaving him with nowhere to retreat. Before the bone spurs arrived, the life-and-death crisis had already come.

Everyone was horrified; even they were not absolutely sure they could block this technique.

Huang Lao glanced at Liu Liangcai with a smug look, only to see that his face was livid and his fat hands were clenched tightly. He couldn't help but feel a little more pleased.

A few smart little guys were also dumbfounded. This level of fighting was beyond their understanding, and how to fight became a question.

Chang Qing shook his head. When he heard the orders from the little guys not to resist, he guessed that they were at their wits' end. Facing the brewing bone spur storm, he took a step forward, his palms glowing red.

The wind was blowing hard, and Changqing, who had been suppressed for so long, could finally let go and do something big, which could be considered a show for the little guy.

"Remember, the enemy is strong, but you just need to be stronger than him!"

Changqing murmured to the air, and the moment he looked up, all his embarrassment, panic, and exhaustion disappeared without a trace. His breath burst out, and even blew up the surrounding swamp, revealing the original ground.

"Are you finally stopping pretending? Well, then let me see your true strength!" The storm came quickly with the sound of ghosts crying.

"You discovered it already? Then I acted in vain? It's boring."