The destructive Ghost Warrior stabbed me in the throat with a backhand sword, and I quickly blocked it with a knife, and retreated a distance towards the back, because at this time the destructive ghost warrior's spear also stabbed me. The life-killing monk behind him took the opportunity to slap him on the back, but it was not like the life-killing monk imagined that the ghost warrior would be slapped by him and flew out. This chapter of the killing monk is like a mud cow entering the sea, without any waves. The destructive Ghost Warrior turned his head slowly and looked at the killing monk. Suddenly, his eyes burst...