The figure of the ghost hand was like an angry arrow that came out of the string, which quickly frightened Wen Xiangxin, he just saw a flower in front of him, and the ghost hand had already arrived in front of him, and a fist with a faint golden glow smashed towards his chest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Staff of Buddha's Wrath!"

Wen Xiangxin heard a loud shout from the ghost hand, and then he saw an angry Buddha and the golden Zen staff that the Buddha had swung again.

This time, the Zen staff was more powerful, heavier, and more powerful, as if a mountain was toppling and pressing towards Wen Xiangxin.

Wen Xiangxin's pupils contracted, and he sensed the power of the ghost hand's punch, which had exceeded the limit of what he could bear.

He really couldn't imagine how a mere Xuan-level beginner-level martial artist could burst out with combat power comparable to that of a Xuan-level consummation martial artist.

Even if he had already comprehended some of the mysteries of the Heavenly Rank Exercises, it would be impossible for him to use them for his own use in a short period of time.

Seeing the ghost hand punching and being unstoppable, Wen Xiangxin subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that his whole person was already under the shroud of the ghost hand's fist, and there was no chance to dodge, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of despair in his heart.

"Fight!"

Wen Xiangxin was unwilling to be restrained, he let out a roar, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, his long sword shook, he went straight forward, and stabbed towards the fist of the ghost hand.

He did not hesitate to stimulate his own potential to compete with the ghost hand, wanting to lose both, and then let his disciples work together to kill the ghost hand and get rid of this formidable enemy.

The fist wind of the ghost hand, Wen Xiangxin's sword momentum, and the power of the true yuan released by the two of them swept up the snow within a radius of one zhang, forming a snow curtain that cut off the eyes of the surrounding spectators.

The disciples of the Yanyu Building, led by Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai, stared at the snow curtain with wide eyes, not knowing what the victory or defeat of the landlord during the period was, and they were anxious for a while.

Bang -

Ahh

With a muffled sound, accompanied by a miserable snort, a white figure flew upside down and fell into the snow a few feet away, motionless, apparently dying on the spot.

"Landlord!"

Wen Xiangshan, Wen Xianghai and others saw Wen Xiangxin being knocked away, and in their exclamations, they rushed forward to watch, and when they saw Wen Xiangxin's death, they all gasped.

Wen Xiangxin was facing the sky on her back, bleeding from her seven orifices, and her chest area almost completely collapsed, and she died in a miserable state.

The soft sword in his hand, the hilt of the sword was still in his hand, but the blade of the sword was broken, and he didn't know where it flew.

The punch of the ghost hand not only broke Wen Xiangxin's soft sword, but also collapsed his chest, completely shattering his internal organs, and he couldn't die anymore.

The snow curtain fell, revealing the figure of the ghost hand.

His right fist was still clenched, but the fist seemed to be pierced, turning flesh and blood into a blur, and the sword body that Wen Xiangxin had broken off passed through the clothes under his armpit, and a little more deviation could pierce him.

The ghost hand's originally straight waist bent down slightly, panting heavily, and his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

With the punch just now, he also did his best, and after killing Wen Xiangxin, his body felt hollowed out.

He saw that the dozen or so Yanyulou disciples gathered around Wen Xiangxin's corpse suddenly turned their heads, looked at him with the same hatred, and knew that there was still a battle ahead, and they must not slack off and rest at this time, so he took out a piece of white yuan stone with his backhand and held it in the palm of his hand, silently ran the exercises, and quickly absorbed the golden vitality contained in the white yuan stone.

The white yuan stone is a low-grade golden yuan stone, or when Fang Bai first went to Yanjing, he got it in the cave left behind by that heaven-level martial artist, and later Fang Bai accepted the ghost hand as an apprentice and found that the ghost hand had a golden spirit root, so he gave the ghost hand a few pieces for cultivation.

Yuan stones can be used to assist in cultivation, and they can also quickly replenish the consumed vitality, fortunately, there are still a few gold yuan stones left on the ghost hand, otherwise he would really not be able to cope with the more than a dozen Xuan-level martial artists of the Yanyu Building.

"Dead...... Ha ha...... Dead ......"

After Wen Shibai was captured by Fang Bai, he was first tortured, and then his limbs were abolished by the ghost hand, and he could no longer practice ancient martial arts in this life, which made him almost collapse, and at this time, seeing his father's tragic death, he was even more stimulated, and suddenly became crazy, crying and laughing.

"Sword Formation!"

Wen Xiangshan and Wen Xianghai saw that Wen Xiangxin, who was the strongest in Yanyulou, was not the enemy of the ghost hand, their faces changed greatly, and they knew that if they didn't join forces, they might be broken by each other, so they immediately shouted.

The eighteen Xuan-level martial artists of the Yanyu Tower, including the two of them, each drew a soft sword from his waist, stretched his body, and surrounded the ghost hand in the middle.

The "Storm Sword Array" was born from the "Eighteen Swords of the Storm and Rain", which is the stunt of the town tower of the Yanyu Building, and this set of swords has been inherited for a long time, and it will not be easily revealed until the moment of life and death of the Yanyu Building.

The eighteen Xuan-level disciples who formed this set of swords in Yanyulou usually only practiced one sword per person, and when facing the enemy, eighteen people formed a formation to attack, and the eighteen swords came out together, and the power was many times stronger than when one person used it, even if he met a Xuan-level consummate martial artist, he had the power to fight.

The ghost hand was surrounded by eighteen Xuan-level disciples of the Yanyu Building, and was pointed at his body by the tips of the eighteen soft swords, feeling the eighteen incomparable sword qi permeating all around his body, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive in his heart.

If the combat power is at its peak, the ghost hand dares to fight in this sword formation, even if he can't break the sword formation, at least he is sure to get out, but just now he and Wen Xiangxin fought, and it cost a lot of true yuan, and the combat power is less than half of the peak, so he can't maneuver around in this sword formation for too long.

"The Staff of Buddha's Wrath!

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent's sword formation had just been formed and had not yet launched a joint attack, the ghost hand shouted loudly and struck first, hoping to disrupt their formation and break the formation and rush out.

He threw his fists together, attacking the two people with the weakest martial aura among the eighteen disciples of Yanyu Tower, trying to open a gap from them.

"Hit!"

At the same time as the ghost hand struck, Wen Xiangshan shouted, and first stabbed out with a sword.

This sword array led to the whole body, Wen Xiangshan stabbed out with a sword, and the soft swords of the other seventeen Yanyu Lou disciples also stabbed out almost at the same time.

Eighteen different sword styles, criss-crossed, up and down, wrapped in the agitation of the true yuan, with the momentum of the storm, swept towards the ghost hand in the array, blocking all the way of life of the ghost hand.

The power of the Ghost Hand's "Staff of Buddha's Wrath" is so powerful, even if his True Yuan costs a lot, if he is fighting the enemy alone, the Xuan-level mid-level martial artist will not be able to resist his fist power.

But in this sword formation, he punched out with both fists, but the power of his fists was like a stone sinking into the sea, except for the operation of the sword formation to pause for a moment, it did not play a greater role.

Seeing the eighteen sword rays stabbing towards his body, the eyes of the ghost hand suddenly widened, and his aura instantly soared, ready to use secret techniques to stimulate his physical potential.

Although stimulating the potential of the body will have great side effects, and even affect future cultivation, at this time, in order to save his life, the ghost hand can't take care of it.

"Ghost hand, don't be impulsive!"

At the critical moment, Fang Bai's voice sounded like thunder in the ears of the ghost hand.

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