They two was like fast-moving missiles that crashed into the air in an instant, but neither of them took the oppressing situation this time. All of a sudden, the ghost took out a dagger in its hand, and swept it straight to Zhang Yan's throat.

Zhang Yan was shocked, for he didn't expect that the reaction speed of the ghost was so fast. Moving aside, he dodged from the attack, and landed on the ground.

The Mei Ghost fluttered its wings once again, and flew up. This time, it flew around Zhang Yan for a few laps, forming countless images and rushing toward Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan admired the talent of the Mei Ghost race. Their speed was even faster than his Qingyun step. He did not counterattack this time, but stood still quietly with his eyes closed.

The Mei Ghost appeared at the back of Zhang Yan instantly, and stabbed its dagger to Zhang Yan without hesitation. At this time, Zhang Yan opened his eyes, turned around like a lightening, and grabbed the dagger of the ghost.

Zhang Yan's body had been trained to be very tyrannical, and the ordinary weapons couldn't hurt him at all. His move scared the ghost to be stunned.

However, Zhang Yan suddenly cut his stone sword at the neck of the ghost.

The ghost lowered its head in fear, and wanted to withdraw the dagger in hand. But Zhang Yan's hand was like a steel tongs, firmly clamping the dagger. Unable to escape, the horns of the ghost were cut down by Zhang Yan's sword. The huge pain forced the ghost to whirl in the air, and screamed loudly.

Giving the Mei Ghost no chance to take a break breath, Zhang Yan transported all his spiritual energy to his stone sword, and the powerful bloody-red sword gas began to rush toward the ghost.

Without other choices, the ghost could only wrap its body in its wings, forming a spiritual energy storm to resist

The bloody-red sword gas directly hit into the storm, breaking it into pieces, and cut on a wings of the ghost, leaving a sword mark nearly thirty centimeters long. Bloods began to flow out from the wings.

The ghost fell from the air in an instant into the ground heavily. Zhang Yan gazed at it, with full killing intentions in his eyes, "Whoever provoked me must die!" He rushed to the ghost again, with the sword in his hand.

Daring not to resist, the ghost flashed aside to, and dodged the sword gas successfully. Thus, the sword gas passed the ghost, and hit into the distant slope.

The injured ghost's agility startled Zhang Yan; he sighed, "I did not expect that you can still avoid my sword attack! The speed talent of your race is really admirable! But I will still kill you!"

The ghost's eyes were full of killing and sorrowful hatred; it uttered tremblingly, "Don't be arrogant! Even if my wings are injured, I can still kill you! My speed is beyond your imagination!"

After those words, the ghost flashed into the sky again, and its fierce breathes shocked Zhang Yan who stood still and stared at it with his eyes widely opened.