650: relief

Ning Buxiu's appearance in such a manner attracted the attention of the Ghost Infant in the room.

And after hearing the words of A Man at the door, the Ghost Infant's head twisted 180 degrees to its back: "Alright, I love it when someone plays with me!"

The Ghost Infant giggled, its limbs like a Spider, arriving in front of Ning Buxiu in a breath!

A small hand reached out and grabbed towards his throat!

Seeing the opponent's speed, Ning Buxiu's feet moved, utilizing the Light Spirit Azure Hawk Leg.

In an instant, he dodged past, and at the same time, in less than half a breath, the great saber in his hand suddenly stirred up a wave of scorching air, slashing diagonally towards the Ghost Infant!

However, just as his saber light was about to touch the Ghost Infant's body, the opponent suddenly flickered and disappeared.

Even Ning Buxiu's eyesight couldn't capture the opponent's position for a moment!

"Boom!"

The great saber slashed against the wall beside it, the explosive force tearing apart half the house, leaving it on the verge of collapse!

He missed.

At the same time, Ning Buxiu felt a sudden needle-like itch and pain on his back.

Behind him!

Without needing to look back, Ning Buxiu already felt a chilling Aura pushing against his back with a baby's small hand!

In the current situation, whether it was turning around to face it directly or using leg techniques to create distance, it was too late!

"Rip!"

The infant's small hand was like the most iconic Ghost claw in the world, fiercely slashing down Ning Buxiu's back!

However, what its Ghost claw, which was enough to cut a person in half at the waist, grabbed was a shower of sparks that only occurred from metal colliding!

After a series of Mars fell, the Ghost Infant seemed slightly surprised and raised its head slightly.

And reflected in its pitch-black pupils was the figure of a Bull Demon standing with its back to it, its movements identical to A Man holding the saber!

"Is this tickling strength because you haven't eaten?" Ning Buxiu, with the Bull Demon phantom behind him, slowly turned his head.

A grand Aura, like a demon awakening, exhaled scorching heat!

"Hehehe... Fun, fun..." The Ghost Infant cackled strangely, and with a flash, appeared in front of Ning Buxiu again.

That pitch-black palm was once again pressing down towards the current A Man's head!

"Clang!"

Ning Buxiu gripped the great saber and suddenly unleashed the Blazing Sun Twenty-Seven Slashes, the frenzied saber technique, amplified by the power of his Gold Blood Bull King Strength, far exceeded its previous might!

And to others.

In the air where Ning Buxiu and the Ghost Infant fought, waves of scorching Mars were constantly erupting!

The splashing Mars landed on the wooden parts of the house, and suddenly flames shot up!

Saber net and Ghost claws, bursts of metal clashing sounds, like hammering iron, making people's ears ache.

In the room, Gao Xue was completely dumbfounded.

What did she see? Someone fighting a Ghost to a standstill?!

Outside the house, Cang Poshi and the remaining surviving members of the Gao family held their breath and watched this side intently.

Someone being able to fight such a terrifying Ghost to this extent shocked them and at the same time couldn't help but fill their hearts with some anticipation.

They wondered if this existence, like a Martial Arts giant, could defeat this Ghost.

If he won, then he would be a great benefactor to their Gao family!

However, if he lost, all of them would be buried in this Ghost domain!

Cang Poshi and the Martial Instructor Wu of the Gao family wanted to step forward and help.

But they were all very self-aware and understood that their so-called Martial Arts masters, in this terrifying battle, couldn't even intervene and would instead become a burden to Ning Buxiu!

Just as the people around were secretly clenching their fists...

"Clang~"

A crisp sound drew the attention of many.

That was, half a saber blade!

"Oh no, Master's saber is broken!" Cang Poshi exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone's faces turned pale, if a saber wielder lost their saber, wouldn't that be the end?!

And Ning Buxiu, who was in the midst of the battle, could also see the Ghost Infant's sinister smile stretching in his field of vision.

"Hehehe~ Play with me!" The infant said, its figure suddenly closing in, one hand, completely unimpeded, slapped towards Ning Buxiu's chest!

The small palm contained great strength, and even more terrifying was the penetrative power on the Ghost Infant's small hand!

In just an instant, Ning Buxiu's chest skin and flesh were torn open by the small hand, and a chilling Aura rushed into his body!

"No, Master!" Cang Poshi's cry of surprise carried intense emotion.

The people of the Gao family around him widened their eyes even more.

However.

While everyone was worried about their own situation, Ning Buxiu, along with the Bull Demon phantom behind him, slowly stretched out a cruel smile.

"I've been waiting for you."

As the words fell, Ning Buxiu's palm suddenly shot out!

And the Ghost Infant seemed to sense danger, flashing backwards in an instant.

However, although Ning Buxiu didn't have the Ghost Infant's speed, he at least had a perfected second-rate leg technique, so his speed was only slightly slower.

Furthermore, the Ghost Infant was already pressed against his chest, everything that happened before was a setup for this moment, how could he let it escape?!

"Boom!"

Drawing on the power of the Bull Demon phantom behind him, Ning Buxiu's palm tightly gripped the Ghost Infant's body!

The Ghost Infant's body was very slippery, like a loach.

However, the force in Ning Buxiu's hand was even more powerful!

His five fingers deeply embedded into the Ghost Infant's body in front of him, flesh and blood bursting out!

At this moment, Ning Buxiu and the phantom behind him simultaneously grinned, letting out a ferocious laugh: "Come, let's have a good time playing!"

Under the twitching eyelids and trembling hearts of the people outside the house, in their stunned gaze, they could see that A Man was like this, grabbing the pitch-black Ghost Infant with one hand, and slamming it heavily towards the ground as if it were a boxing glove!

"Rumble!"

Amidst the dull sound, large sections of bricks and stones from the already dilapidated house poured down.

And among the crowd outside the house, two or three were shaken and fell to the ground by the intense vibration of the ground!

"Play, I told you to play!" Grabbing the Ghost Infant, Ning Buxiu's eyes were bloodshot, and as the phantom behind him snorted hot steam from its nose, he once again slammed the struggling Ghost Infant, who was trying to escape, heavily onto the ground!

The entire ground suddenly caved in a layer from his hammering!

With the Huodu Palm's Fire poison power gushing out from both hands, Ning Buxiu was like holding a pitch-black ball of Fire.

In this situation, he didn't pause at all, and once again smashed the ball of Fire in his hand towards the ground!

Amidst the Ghost Infant's mournful cries, in the eyes of the surrounding people, this was more like a large-scale domestic violence scene.

Under Ning Buxiu's crazy heavy hammering, the Ghost Infant's roars finally gradually weakened, until they disappeared.

At this moment, Ning Buxiu looked at the infant in his hand again.

In the intense Fire light, the infant's pitch-black pupils had the color of a normal Child for a moment.

["Once upon a time there was a village, and in the village there was a Child, black and thin, with no one to accompany him, no Father or mother, who was he, who would accompany him? Yi ya~ The opera troupe came, the opera accompanied him, the opera was good to listen to, the medicine was bitter, the doll also wanted Father and mother..."]

The sound of the opera narration in his ears gradually faded away, becoming increasingly blurred.

"Waaah waaah waaah!" The Child in his hand, who had recovered Qingming, opened his mouth and cried out, as if all his grievances were being vented with his cries.

And in the Fire light, the Child's cries gradually dispersed, leaving only a pile of ash, flowing from his fingertips, carried away by the wind.