Song Qing's small wrist turned, and mang Tian was in her hand.
She waved her sword like a river, and the ghost head screamed miserably as its long tongue was cut off.
The sword Qi did not stop there, and it swept the long spear that was restrained by the stellar array.
The silver light on the body of the spear turned into a faint Golden dragon's shadow and circled around the body of the spear.
'Groan!'
The dragon's shadow disappeared, and with a crisp sound, the spear that the middle-aged man had released was twisted by the long Dragon formed by the sword Qi like a hemp rope.
The spiritual light of the treasure dimmed and it was immediately severely damaged.
The tongue of the red Ghost head did not disappear after it was cut off from its body. Instead, after it was cut off, it fell with a 'ta' sound and stuck to song Qing's arm.
