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That can be completely different from the wind howling ghost before, not only the body muscles Qiu knot, the whole body is red, meatball like body, but also long a big and a small two heads, dense compound eyes look down, staring at Lin Hao's face.

"What the hell!" He had goose bumps all over his body, and his hair stood up to express his disgust at the moment, "don't you have many good-looking monsters?"

The red wind howling ghost, who was caught on him, actually understood it. Suddenly, a huge slit across his body opened, and a series of laughter like grunts fell on Lin Hao's ears.

But this kind of purr is more likely to remind people of sharks under the deep sea, or tigers lying in the woods. Instead of having any sense of communication, it is even more disgusting.

"Look, this is the real Lord of poisonous marsh." Canggou was tut Tut's praise, "you look at this majestic muscle, this terrible face, and this completely unreasonable grunt - it's disgusting, you beat to death, and hurry to go."

"I want to, too!" Lin Hao roared in his heart. He tightened his eyebrows on his face. His blood pressure and soul power came out together and whipped each other like a whip.

In both ways, the goods were directly pulled to the tree trunk, collided with other wind howling ghosts, and by the way, ripped the bodies of several birds, let the corrosive liquid spill all over the ground, and burned the heads of many wind howling ghosts.

His wings of firefly and thunder vibrated again, and his speed soared a few points. His own pressure alone was enough to smash the birds directly, not to mention the Dragon singing sword that he would wave from time to time.

All over the sky and all over the ground are falling pieces of blood, and the purple cloud is constantly surging and floating, trying to extend upward to prevent them from breaking through the fog.

And the red wind howling ghost came all the way up the tree, and the weak birds were buried in its mouth, even some wind howling ghosts were not spared.

The faster Lin Hao's speed is, the faster he climbs. The sound of the blade stepping on the tree trunk is like a torrential rain. It's kicking and ringing all the time, which makes people's heart can't help hanging up and making a fierce noise.

Seeing the purple cloud in front of him, Lin Hao was so happy that he waved his dragon chanting sword again and let more than ten wind dyes fly through the air to open the way for them.

But the red wind howling ghost also screamed sharply, and a pair of heavy meat wings suddenly opened on the back of the muscle for help - something that should not belong to it. Although it was forced to fan, the blood also gurgled down, which made the wind howling ghost yell more fiercely.

With the help of its own height, it leaped and soared, three pairs of stabbing blades suddenly protruded, and actually a sharp tip pierced his ankle and hung on them.

Lin Hao's arm softened when he felt pain. He could not help cursing a vulgar dirty word. Then he kicked hard under his body, and the Dragon singing sword quickly turned its direction.

But the red wind howling ghost is the leader of this group of things. Since he dares to catch up, he naturally has some skills.

With a slight turn of the blade on his fingertip, half of his arm turned blue and purple, and Lin Hao's wound was no longer scarlet blood, but blue and purple venom.