Even if it was beaten like it was now, the three ghost lords' attacks were still much faster and faster than the previous Thai Bone Immortal.

The ghost claw was empty and did not enforce the weapon, and the three ghost lords clenched their left hands and waved their fists, directly meeting the blazing sword and the ten swords. The Ten Swords of Lishan, which was full of the true power of Yang Fire, were like ten weak thatches, and they were directly knocked away by his fist. The ghost master's right hand spread and grabbed, and directly grasped Su Jingzheng's ink-colored long sword that stabbed at him.

How sharp and powerful the ink-colored long sword, the hand of the three ghost masters was grasped on the blade, and only a shallow layer of oil skin was broken, and not even a drop of ghost blood flowed out.

The three ghost lords showed pain on their faces, and their hearts ached sharply. The battle in my stomach was by no means easy, and the tearing pain brought by the battle between my heart and the wind was incomparable.

The more painful it is, the more hideous it is, the three ghost masters themselves can't remember how many years they haven't touched such a strong murderous intent, and they have to tear Su Jing in front of them alive, otherwise they can't vent their anger in their hearts.

The ghost lord jumped like thunder, Su Jing's eyes were red, the ten swords from the mountain were knocked away, the ink-colored long sword was caught, and the enemies of life and death were only three feet apart, Su Jing opened his mouth angrily, and blew at the three ghost lords.

The three ghost lords were about to open their mouths and spray a piece of Tianluo smoke to scorch Su Jing's face, not wanting Su Jing to blow faster than him, the three ghost lords were taken aback, the little demon's breath was too big, it was really unbearable!

But this time there was no wind, and what spewed out of Su Jing's mouth was a golden light...... A small golden crow wrapped in a bright golden light around his body.

The Golden Crow Little Yuan God flew out, but instead of attacking the ghost master, he spread his wings and let out a loud cry with his head raised.

The black cry and the sword roared, coming from the ten swords that were knocked away; It's still from those ten swords, and the ten good swords turn into brilliant golden fire at the same time!

The fire hooked and the light blended, and the ten flames melted into a raging flame, and in this flame, a long sword shot out and fell into Su Jing's hand.

The ink-colored long sword was in Su Jing's left hand, and a new sword flew into the empty right hand, and at the same time, the little golden crow also plunged into the new long sword.

The sword is gilded, as bright as the color of the sun, and the ten swords are normalized to the blade of the sun. The two-character seal on the sword: golden crow.

The ten sword knots from the mountain come from the yang fire. The return of the ten swords to one is the simplest change, and the sword immortals with a little attainment can expect this change, which is not too magical; the ten swords are combined into one sword, and the power is naturally greater than the sum of the original ten swords. Otherwise, it's a matter of what to do. This is not unexpected.

The golden crow sword moves. If you don't stab the three ghost masters, the sword trembled sharply in Su Jing's hand, and where is the power that spurs out as simple as 'one sword'!

Su Jing also had an ink sword in his left hand.

When the Golden Raven Sword trembled. The ink-colored sword also burst out of the sword body with a low humming sound, strange rhythms and echoes with each other.

One light and one darkness, one sun and one ink. Light is the beginning and darkness is the end, yang is the source of life, and ink is the silent return, these two long swords that must not coexist worship a master together, and when they are both held by Su Jing's hands, in addition to the inherent sharpness and sharpness of the two swords, another obscure and gray wind bursts out between the two swords...... Where is the wind, it is clearly a colored force, gray force, chaotic force, not how majestic and surging, but incomparable, hitting the three ghost masters.

Chili, surprise attack.

The eyes of the three ghost lords turned white.

Only the whites of the eyes are left, and the black beads are no more!

When the 'gray tribulation' of the double swords started, the black eyes of the ghost lord suddenly 'flowed', as if two sleeping little black snakes woke up, flowing, flowing, and a pair of black beads turned into two black gases, nailed straight to the 'gray tribulation'.

The ghost is evil, and the eyes are vicious.

The essence of the divine soul is condensed, and the five senses are also in charge of the spiritual guidance of the supernatural powers, so it can be said that these eyes are the real eyeballs of the three ghost masters.

Eyeballs are never meant to be used to fight or fight. But that gray calamity came too suddenly, the only way for the three ghost masters to do so was to give up the 'double beads', and from now on, at least for a thousand years, he would have blurred his five senses, and it would be difficult for him to accurately hit the target thousands of miles away.

But at the moment, hand-to-hand combat has little impact.

In an instant of self-destruction, the three ghost lords spoke, waved their claws, and lifted their feet.

A flying smoke spewed out towards Su Jingmian's door, one hand grabbed the ink sword, and the empty hand grabbed the Golden Crow Divine Sword that was still trembling, the two swords were grabbed at the same time, and they could no longer tremble and vibrate; the ghost foot lifted and kicked towards Su Jing's lower abdomen.

The ghost takes the initiative to act like electricity.

Su Jing opened his eyes to look at death, and the blood light broke through the arrow, but he couldn't avoid that kick, when Su Jing let go of the double sword with both hands, and his body was up but before he could fly back, the feet of the three ghost lords had already attached to his lower abdomen!

At this moment, Su Jing and the three ghost main battle groups in all directions, abrupt Zen singing, sensational Zen incense, violent Zen light, stained all directions, sixteen gray-clothed old monks appeared at the same time, each holding treasure weapons towards Su Jing and the three ghost lords fiercely.

It was also at this moment that a long cry was heard in the golden long sword, and a roar was low and muffled in the ink-colored long sword, and two small suns jumped from the twin swords, and the hands of the three ghost masters exploded.

Golden Raven Sword, Golden Sun, Inky Sword, Inky Sun.

The three ghost lords screamed miserably, he had exhausted his strength, the wind in his heart was bombarded, his head was dented by the star rope, he was already at the end of the crossbow, and the scorching sun that burst out of the sword was extremely powerful, he couldn't support it anymore after this blow, and a pair of ghost claws were blown up by Qi Wrist!

The golden sun, the small mud pills, in the shattering and strong light, the ninety-nine divine crows showed their true form, and the forty-nine contrasted winged double crows and the little golden crow primordial god. The winged crows were originally mediocre, if there was no Su Jing, they would be nothing, but they could enter the refining of the small bright top, and be nourished by the essence of the hundred miles of scorching sun and heavenly fire, and then successfully refine themselves into the 'Golden Crow' sword spirit, they have been reborn, although they are not golden crows, but they have also truly achieved their own identity as fire god crows;

The black sun, the small mud pills, in the shattered ink, a huge golden crow wings spread...... It's a god crow, it's three-legged and sharp, and its head has a god crown and a long tail, but it is jet black all over, and there is no trace of golden brilliance.

As soon as he appeared, he spoke, and his inky voice was sharp, and the word was like a crack in a silver bottle: "Kill!"

Although it was only one word, the three corpses still heard her voice, and shouted in unison with joy: "Yang Saburo!"

Mojin Wuyang Saburo didn't care about the three corpses at all, she was busy killing. Kill the monk, kill a thousand knives!

Hundreds of crows gathered, into ten of the beauty! black and gold are distinct, into life and kill the roots! The inky golden crow rushed in front of the battle, and the little golden crow and the ninety-eight fire god crows followed!

Yang Saburo cultivated six hundred and thirty-one knives before killing a thousand knives.

Xiao Jin Crow and Crow Wei cultivated the first three hundred and forty-four swords, they may not see much power when they exert them alone, but who dares to underestimate the killing of a thousand swords after the Yin and Yang Formation!

The monk was originally a monk, then an ordinary immortal, and then a mad immortal. In the end, he became a monk again...... From the West Heaven. The dust is broken in the four courtyards.

Chenci Hangyuan. Yuan Pudu Temple, the House of All Beings, and the House of Broken Compassion.

In accordance with the Buddha's decree, the monks of the four courtyards disguised themselves as immortals and entered the northwest heaven. The sixteen monks of the Broken Compassion Monastery rushed to the Blue Rose State as early as when Lingbao was born. Their skin-painting spells came from the hands of the Seven Treasures. Unless it is a high monk of the West Heaven Gate. Otherwise, no one will be able to see through it.

Mo said that Su Jing, even the three ghost masters did not fail to see through their fake skins. But there is a great Bodhisattva of Buddhism, because it is the cause of this sect. Know who they are.

The Great Bodhisattva was the first to break into the evil temple and seize the treasure. He had to be this 'early bird' for three reasons:

Dereliction of duty, missing the treasure is in the Blue Rose State, he has to atone for his sins; he has nine phases, great power, he thinks he has the capital to fight with Su Jing; the third reason, he thinks that he has reinforcements, and the sixteen monks of the Broken Compassion House are outside, and they will help in times of crisis.

The sixteen monks of the Broken Compassion Monastery did not come to his rescue, because they were innocent and not in a hurry, because they felt that the timing was very bad, so they might as well wait and see.

Sure enough, they waited for a good opportunity, and the fierce ghosts and green ghosts of the abyss ate and bewitched the immortals to frantically impact the evil temple, and the sixteen monks were not subject to his ghost secret method, but they also followed the trend and 'went crazy';

Sure enough, the more you wait, the better, the big battle starts a fighting drama, and no one will pay special attention to the crazy immortals. The little demon almost fought with the three ghost lords to the point of dying together...... But will they really end up together? That might be too small. The monks of the Broken Compassion Monastery don't try their luck, and when Su Jing and the three ghost lords are inseparable, it is a good time to really defeat the two monsters together.

It's just that the monks didn't expect that the Nine-Phase Great Bodhisattva was not dead, Su Jing lifted his head, did not hurt his brain, and the Great Bodhisattva was scattered and cultivated into the Black Stone Cave Heaven. Of course, it wasn't that Su Jing was soft-hearted, just because the white elephant fell to the ground and looked back at Su Jing when he was dying, it begged with its eyes, conveyed its spirit with the last bit of mana, and was willing to exchange its life for his life.

The loyalty of the white elephant far exceeds the understanding of the Great Bodhisattva and also exceeds the understanding of Su Jing.

Therefore, the Great Bodhisattva of the Nine Phases is not dead, because he hates the monks who break the dust and does not come to help, he tells Su Jing that there are still Buddhist disciples in disguise outside, but who is it, the Nine Phases smiled but did not speak.

Su Jing wasn't sure that the monks were mixed with the mad immortals, but he was willing to wait.

But Su Jing was far from expecting that the three ghost lords were so strong and terrifying that even the 'drawn wind' couldn't kill him, when the storm was over and the final fierce battle was only at the snap of his fingers, no matter whether the 'mad fairy' would show up or not, he would launch his last reliance: the sword on the sky, the crow in the yang.

The crows went to deal with the monks, but Su Jing did not participate in the battle, and rushed to the depths of the evil temple: after a sword, the senior brother did not return.

When the three ghost lords ordered the two ghosts of the Tai Bone to go and take the treasure and pull out the flag, Ye Fei transmitted the sound to Su Jing and took the initiative to deal with the Tai Bone Ghost, whatever the senior brother said, Su Jing couldn't stop it if he wanted to, not to mention that he had to face the most powerful enemy since he practiced......

Rush to the place.

Under the banner, the old Thai bone was broken into a pool of flesh and blood, the eyes of the Thai bone immortal were open, his eyes were different, obviously he was still alive but he sat on the ground motionless; Ye Fei became a bloody man, leaning on the flagpole with his head lowered, and there was no life.

Su Jing was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to see his senior brother, but he fell to the ground with his head.

Just as he fell, Ye Fei suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and weak: "Did you use convulsions?"

Su Jing was in front of the wind, Ye Fei was behind with his sword, and Ye Fei could detect the movement of the battlefield in front of him at that time.

Su Jing didn't even bother to get up and responded: "Yes." ”

"My twenty percent?"

"It's gone. ”

"Bastard. Ye Fei was angry: "Give me back ......"

Su Jing hurriedly nodded: "I must find a way to pay it back, for a hundred years!" (to be continued......)