Strongest War Chant

"Scram! Scram!" Hu Yang ran forward in panic, and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest.    

    

The tall woman looked at his back and threw away the corpse in her hand. Then, she chased after him at a moderate pace.    

    

The half of the rusted iron rod in his hand flashed with a cold light. With just a wave, hundreds of ghost claws grabbed forward.    

    

Hu Yang felt a chill run down his spine, and immediately rolled away, barely dodging the Demon Claw's attack. He got up on all fours and continued to run forward.    

    

Just as he turned a corner, he crashed into a fat guy. The fat guy was caught off guard and fell back into the wall.    

    

"Hu Yang?"    

    

"Run, run, or it'll be too late." Hu Yang didn't have time to explain, he quickly regained his balance and continued to run forward.    

    

Fatty seemed to have reacted as well. He shouted with a face full of fear, "What the f * ck! Did that woman catch up to us?"    

    

"Bingo, that's right." A cold laugh rang out beside the fatty's ears. He was then held up by a tall and slender woman who was twice as thin as him. The half of the rusted iron rod in her hand was directly thrust into his mouth.    

    

"Fear it. Fear it a bit more. This kind of soul is delicious." The tall woman, the host of the Soul-Devouring Spirit Rod, Qianqian, stuck out her tongue and licked Fatty's greasy face.    

    

Feeling the opponent's ceaseless struggles and the rising fear, Qianqian suddenly activated the Ancient Devil Weapon in her hand. Countless ghost claws followed Fatty's throat and started wreaking havoc within his body.    

    

Fatty's eyeballs rolled in fear and tears flowed down his face. However, within a few seconds, his body was shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. All the struggles he was struggling with had also stopped.    

    

"Trash, under shock, your soul's strength isn't even 1.2. What a waste of time." Qianqian harrumphed. At the same time as she took out the Soul-Devouring Spirit Rod, she pushed the fatty's body away.    

    

An indistinct shadow twirled around the ancient Demon Weapon. After spinning a few laps, it was completely absorbed. In its place were a few pieces of rust that fell off.    

    

There are only four brats left, and I have already gathered less than half of the bones of the Monster King, so I can try to recover my true body. If it wasn't for my damaged strength, which was less than thirty percent of my original strength, I would have killed the old man with Hu Family long ago.    

    

Qianqian gnashed her teeth, shivering every time she thought of the terrifying old fogey she had met in the sound killing array. If it hadn't run so fast, it would have perished on the spot.    

    

However, as long as it could obtain the things below this relic, not only would it recover its strength, it might even take a step forward. At that time, it would have to wash away its shame.    

    

Hu Yang sprinted all the way to the exit of San Shang Er. At this point of time, he was about to lose his life, why would he care about the survival training.    

    

"Hur hur, where are you going?"    

    

Qianqian chased after him once again. Unlike in the past, she had already lost all patience. In the blink of an eye, she appeared behind Hu Yang's back and stabbed out with the Soul-Eating Spirit Rod.    

    

All of a sudden, a hundred pole shadows exploded on Hu Yang's body. Luckily, the defensive equipment he was wearing was all above Excellent Level, although he was severely injured in one strike, he was still alive, and was sent flying by the pole shadows.    

    

Hu Yang fell heavily to the ground, blood gushing out one mouthful after another. He crawled forward with great difficulty, unwilling to give up any hope of escaping.    

    

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the side. Hu Yang's eyes lit up as he saw a handsome blonde youth running through the crossroads in front of him. He reached out his arm and shouted, "Hu Tian Peng, save me!"    

    

Hu Tian Peng glanced at him, and when he saw Qianqian behind him, his pupils abruptly constricted, and without saying anything further, he sped up his escape.    

    

This scene was exactly the same as when the fat officer died.    

    

"Don't worry, no one can escape from my hands. He will come down to accompany you very soon." Qianqian stepped on Hu Yang's waist, the sharp edges of her high heels digging into his flesh.    

    

Hu Yang screamed in despair.    

    

"Dad, mom, save me! Save me!" Qianqian grabbed Hu Yang's hair and lifted his head while tears rained down from his eyes. The Soul Devourer Soul-Destroying Rod wrapped in ghost energy was right in front of Hu Yang's eyes, thrusting towards his eye sockets.    

    

"Who do I think she is? Isn't she Qianqian?" A mocking voice suddenly rang out.    

    

Qianqian's body shuddered as she gritted her teeth and looked forward, "Wu …" Double! "    

    

"How dare you! How dare you appear before me?!" Qianqian's hair was flying in the air and her eyes were bloodshot. She dropped Hu Yang and rushed towards the tall teenager like a gale.    

    

"T-he's been saved?" Hu Yang couldn't believe it. He was just about to take the opportunity to run away when he saw Qianqian whipping out hundreds of rod shadows. If this attack hit, his flesh would have been torn apart, he would be as dead as he could ever be.    

    

After seeing Wu Shuang, Qianqian was even willing to give up the soul in her hands. This showed how deep her hatred for him was.    

    

"Number 2, I'll leave it to you." Wu Shuang's expression didn't change. His body swayed slightly and a large piece of melody burst out. He went around Qianqian and formed a shadow in front of Hu Yang. He then smashed the shadow of the rod into pieces with his random punches.    

    

At the same time, Qianqian's Ghost Claw clawed at Wu Shuang and collided heavily with his fist.    

    

Nine tall and sturdy golden dragons shot out their fists, and like nine speeding trains, they easily tore through the Ghost Claw's encirclement. They then slammed onto Qianqian's body consecutively, causing her to roll forward.    

    

Rumble rumble rumble!    

    

Qianqian rolled on the ground, smashing countless tiles until she was eventually drowned by a violent explosion.    

    

Hu Yang looked at the teenager in front of him with his mouth agape. He subconsciously swallowed his saliva.    

    

That overweeningly arrogant evil woman who had been chasing after them had been defeated just like that? Just how strong was this person in front of him?    

    

After defending Hu Yang from an attack, Number Two did not need Wu Shuang's command and directly rushed towards the tunnel that was filled with smoke.    

    

Just when he arrived there, he encountered many pale ghost claws. He did not avoid the second doppelganger, he knew Wu Shuang, but he wanted to reduce the power.    

    

He summoned the Dragon Gun and threw it at the ghost claws in front of him one by one. The Dragon Gun throwing was Wu Shuang's strongest attack, even if it was weakened by half, the power of three strikes in a row would not be easy to deal with.    

    

Qianqian, whose hair was disheveled, was wounded by a Dragon Gun's explosion. Her entire body was drenched in blood as she crazily roared, "Bastard! If it was my previous host, I would have been especially hurt by you. I hate you!"    

    

"The victor is the king and the loser is the thief. There's no point talking any further. Qianqian, you can go on your way with a peace of mind." Wu Shuang, who was in the form of a cyan bird above him, rushed over and combined his second doppelganger to attack Qianqian one front and one back.    

    

"Hmph, I am an ancient Demon Weapon. How can I allow you to trample on me? Die!" Qianqian growled as she raised the Soul-Devouring Spirit Rod. The tip of the rod was pointed at Wu Shuang. The half-peeled and rusted rod shot out streams of terrifying ghost aura. At first glance, there were at least ten thousand of them.    

    

The ghost aura gathered together and condensed into a pale white dragon. In the blink of an eye, it knocked away the second doppelganger and charged straight at Wu Shuang.    

    

Wu Shuang stared at the pale white dragon in front of him. The war song "Trust in Mysterious Ice Blast of the Nine Revolutions" and "Stone of Other Mountains" sounded one after another, and at the moment when his second clone released "Nine Revolutions Mystical Ice Explosion", he suddenly punched out.    

    

A large amount of Heavenly Sound Force gathered and formed a series of melodies that flowed out of Wu Shuang's arm.    

    

The nine golden dragons appeared again, but this time they were even thicker and more powerful. When the pale white dragon was slowed down by the ice, it collided with them.