"Today, even if you give birth to three heads and six arms, you will not escape death! If you hurt my son, I will not break your body into ten thousand pieces, and I will not be a man!"

While Wen Xiangxin was speaking, a soft sword was already in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the ghost hand, with a boundless murderous aura, like an invisible net, enveloping the ghost hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You are not worthy of a man!"

The ghost hand had a mocking face, smiled coldly, the true yuan in his body flowed, his whole body was boiling, and he said loudly: "I will send you to hell, there, go and repent for the crimes you have committed!"

"Just because you, a Xuan-level beginner-level martial artist, also want to kill me?

Wen Xiangxin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

He didn't want to surrender his identity and personally kill the ghost hand, but the ghost hand abolished his son Wen Shiba, completely angered him, and if he didn't kill this person, the hatred in his heart could not be eliminated.

"Really?"

The ghost hand smiled proudly, and used the "Buddha Fury Golden Scepter Technique" exercise to urge the true yuan in the body to run at high speed, and the momentum of the whole person rose steadily, driving away the coercion that Wen Xiangxin imposed on him in an instant.

Although the realm cultivation of the ghost hand is far inferior to Wen Xiangxin, the level of his cultivation is far from being comparable to Wen Xiangxin, and between the high-speed circulation of the true yuan, his battle intent soared wildly, and he faintly overpowered Wen Xiangxin.

"Heavenly Rank Exercises...... What you are cultivating must be a Heavenly Rank Exercise......"

Wen Xiangxin looked at the ghost hand's eyes, revealing a fanatical and greedy light, and muttered.

After he got a Heaven-level exercise from the "Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines", although he pondered and comprehended it day and night, the heaven-level exercise was too profound and mysterious for him, and he couldn't figure it out for a while.

At this moment, he saw that the ghost hand was under his own coercion, but his fighting spirit was rising wildly, and he actually had the tendency to fight against himself, so he speculated that the ghost hand cultivation was a heaven-level exercise, and it was deeper than his own comprehension.

The gap in the realm is made up by higher-level exercises, which is also one of the reasons why some martial artists have the ability to challenge beyond the level.

If you can subdue the ghost hand and force him to hand over the Heavenly Rank Exercises he has cultivated and the insights he has gained from cultivation, wouldn't that be a shortcut?

"Take your life!"

Wen Xiangxin's figure rushed forward, stepping on the snow, and after a few steps, the soles of his feet left the ground, and his body turned into a white light, sweeping across the air, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand shook, and the sword technique conjured up sword flowers, shrouding towards the ghost hand standing proudly on the stone pillar.

He could see that the ghost hand was an extremely proud person, and it was not easy to force the ghost hand to tell the mystery of the Heavenly Rank Exercises, so he could only defeat him with absolute strength first, making him fearful, and then he could hope to ask what he wanted.

The same "Eighteen Swords of Stormy Rain" was used in Wen Xiangxin's hands, and its power was far superior to that of Wen Eighteen.

When Wen Eighteen cast the "Eighteen Swords of Storm and Rain", six swords were superimposed, and they exploded in an instant, but Wen Xiangxin was nine swords superimposed, and one sword broke out, and the strength of the sword was not the same.

Wen Xiangxin was full of confidence, the ghost hand could block his son's blow, but it was difficult to take his sword.

Ordinary Xuan-level beginner martial artists, in the face of Wen Xiangxin's pinnacle sword that is fast, ruthless, and accurate in his swordsmanship, he will definitely despair and close his eyes and wait for death, but the ghost hand is fearless.

The ghost hand's chest burned with fierce battle intent, and his right fist, which was already full of metallic true yuan, was swung forward when the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand was about to stab into his chest.

Whew――

The fist wind was whistling, the true yuan was agitated, and the speed of the ghost hand's punch seemed to be faster than the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand, and it seemed to be about to break through the sound barrier, making a slight roar.

"You seek your own death!"

Seeing that the ghost hand actually hit the tip of his sword with a meat fist, it was simply arrogant to the extreme, and Wen Xiangxin's eyes were cold.

The soft sword in his hand is made of special materials, which is much more flexible and sharp than ordinary long swords, not to mention flesh and blood, even if it is a thin iron plate, after he is infused with the power of True Yuan, it can easily penetrate.

Wen Xiangxin was looking forward to his sword, which directly broke through the fist of the ghost hand and pierced his entire arm.

The moment the fist and the tip of the sword touched, Wen Xiangxin seemed to see the fist end of the ghost hand glowing with a slight golden glow, which made his eyes dazzle.

Immediately afterwards, an illusion appeared in front of his eyes - the ghost hand incarnated into a Buddha, and the fist of the ghost hand seemed to be the golden Zen staff waved by the Buddha.

The Buddha raised his eyebrows and glared angrily, and his Zen staff struck directly, slamming into the tip of his sword with a force as strong as a mountain.

When-

The sound of metal clashing sounded, and a force with a strong attacking aura spread up along the sword body, like a huge wave sweeping, like a storm crashing on the shore, pouring into Wen Xiangxin's body, shaking his chest with qi and blood churning.

Wen Xiangxin tried hard to suppress it, but there was still a wisp of blood slowly overflowing from the corner of her mouth.

The two sides fought this time, and Wen Xiangxin was injured under the shock of the ghost hand's fist.

Wen Xiangxin's body retreated sharply, fell to the ground, and the five fingers of his right hand suddenly tightened, only then did he hold the soft sword in his hand, otherwise the soft sword would have flown out of his hand.

Wen Xiangxin was shocked, and he only then understood why his long sword flew out and the tiger's mouth was cracked when his son Wen Shibai and the ghost hand were in Jinling that day.

It's not that his son's strength is too weak, but that the ghost hand's boxing is too strong.

The power of the Ghost Hand's punch just now was far beyond the limit of the strength that a Xuan-level beginner martial artist could reach.

The greed and fanaticism in Wen Xiangxin's eyes became even stronger, and he became more and more convinced that the ghost hand cultivation must be a heaven-level exercise.

Otherwise, with the cultivation of the realm of ghost hands, how could he have such a powerful combat power? How could he use a pair of flesh fists to shake his own sharp soft sword?

The ghost hand standing on the stone pillar was also full of surprise at the moment.

His punch just now, although it defused Wen Xiangxin's attack, he didn't take any advantage.

The "Buddha Wrath Golden Scepter Gong" he cultivated was a gold-based exercise, and by practicing this exercise, the metallic true yuan born in the dantian qi sea was more destructive and destructive than other attribute true elements, and at the same time, the physical body would be more powerful than that of a martial artist of the same level.

He thought that his punch could break the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand, and Wen Xiangxin vomited blood and flew upside down, but the result disappointed him a little.

Although the corners of Wen Xiangxin's mouth were bleeding, it didn't seem that he was seriously injured, but his fist was pierced by the tip of Wen Xiangxin's soft sword infused with True Yuan, but fortunately, he was only slightly injured and would not affect his combat strength.

The object of revenge of the ghost hand is the three major sects of Shaolin, Qingchengguan, and Yanyulou, and Yanyulou is one of the relatively weak, if you can't even deal with Yanyulou, how can you ask the other two major sects for guilt?

Ghost Hand took a deep breath to calm down some of his anxious emotions, and then jumped down from the stone pillar and rushed towards Wen Xiangxin.

He decided to stop being defensive and offensive.

There are more than a dozen Xuan-level martial artists from Yanyu Building next to him, if he can't kill Wen Xiangxin as soon as possible, if the disciples of Yanyu Building don't talk about the rules of the ancient martial arts world, they rush up and besiege in groups, and it will be difficult for him to deal with it alone.

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