The earth trembled, a huge palm fell from the sky, and the man in the green shirt raised his hand with a sword and stabbed it.

In the darkness, a black ghost figure more than ten feet tall was wrapped in black smoke, faceless and eyeless, with perforated hands and feet, and the black smoke on his body was like a burning black flame.

The sword that the man in the green shirt had just stabbed out, it seemed to be as plain as water, but it was actually a hidden killing machine, and when the sword blade pierced into the body of the ghost, a green shadow jumped up against the ghost's body dozens of feet high, and the first incarnate ghost had not yet reacted, and a cold sword aura came against his head.

The man in the green shirt raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Hmph, the hungry ghost is nothing more than that!"

The ghost seemed to have seen through the man in the green shirt who was about to sneak attack from behind, and most of his body dozens of feet tall suddenly dissipated. A sword slashed into the air, but the man in the green shirt didn't stop his sword, a fighting wrist, the long sword turned into a thorn, and headed towards the other six black mist that were transforming on the side.

A streamer instantly splashed all over the bamboo forest, and you can vaguely see hundreds of silver sword shadows in the streamer flashing by, and the green shirt is still the same, one person and one sword, breaking into the six black mist. In an instant, a streamer completely enveloped the black shadow.

That's—that's the sword formation?

Huo Qing stared at him, he was speechless, although he didn't understand swordsmanship, but he clearly felt the aura around the man in the green shirt, like a steady stream of tides. The silver streamer was flowing slowly, and the air in the sword array seemed to flow with it, very thin, and gradually formed a cyclone.

"Long River Sword Array!" a hoarse exclamation in the air, obviously angry.

In an instant, the sword aura suddenly rose. Just listen to the sound of "hum", like a broken string of the guqin, crisp and melodious, floating in the forest.

I saw a green shirt turn in a circle, and the long sword in his hand also drew a circle, pointing straight to the sky, hundreds of silver sword shadows followed the swing of the long sword and flowed, and the sword shadow rose into the air rapidly, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish with the naked eye.

- "Broken!"

The sword qi was like a silver tornado, bursting open in an instant, swallowing everything within a radius of 100 meters in the blink of an eye.

Under the bleak moonlight, the silver tornado swept the heavens and the earth, and the cold sword qi tore several clouds of black smoke into pieces in an instant, and the bamboo forest within a radius of several hundred meters was shattered by the sword qi, and the emerald green bamboo leaves flew all over the sky like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

In the distance, the battle flag of the army was blown by the strong wind, although it was not within the range of the tornado, but this formidable sword aura still overturned dozens of people under the horses, and there was a commotion in the iron cavalry camp.

The sound of the wind in his ears gradually subsided, and the tornado swept out by a sword also dispersed, and a scream came from the direction of the battle flag: "Win?"

At this moment, someone in the silent mountain forest sneered: "Huh...... Hehe......"

"This wants to break my hungry ghost Dao?" the black-robed old ghost shouted, "Death!"

Immediately afterwards, a sinister aura hit his head, and the man in the green shirt raised his head, and saw three black shadows falling from the sky, and the yin wind was blowing in his face, and there was a bleak howl mixed with the sonorous sound of the sword soldiers.

The man in the green shirt had a cold face, and there was no way to avoid it, so he hurriedly blocked it with his sword.

Three black shadows and a long sword collided hard, and the man in the green shirt only felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, and the long sword almost escaped from his hand, just as he was thinking about how to get out.

However, he didn't wait for him to think about it. There was a heart-rending pain in his right chest, and when he looked down, he saw that his right chest was pierced by a long, black sharp thorn - there was another one!

But in the shadow under his feet, there was a terrible ugly figure, with unkempt hair, long drooping lips, long ears and a big belly, holding a long black staff, the head of which was a spike, which pierced from his back and ran out of his right chest.

"Sir!" Huo Qing exclaimed, snatched the silver lance from the soldier's hand on the side, and with a flick of his wrist, he clamped the silver lance under his armpit and urged the horse to come.

"Impossible!" the man in the green shirt coughed heavily, and a stream of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

While speaking, he was not idle, the man in the green shirt used a force on his feet, the long sword held in his right hand suddenly retracted, turned around and cut off the pitch-black staff thorn with a sword, and the three black shadows that were still hanging in the air and confronted him just now were under heavy pressure, and between the lightning and flint, a green shadow flashed, and he turned over and choked to dodge the blow of three black shadows.

"A good sword - a sword into the long river, the sword Lan broke through the air. In the night, the man's voice was low, "If I hadn't dispersed the rakshasas, galloping, blazing, and holding the staff in time, your 'Long River Sword Formation' would have been difficult to parry even if the thirty-six ghosts of my hungry ghost path came out together." ”

- The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

A man and a horse came with a lance, the white cloak hanging behind the silver armor fluttered in the wind, and the young man on the white horse had a cold face and high spirits, and stabbed out towards the four black shadows.

Seeing this, the man in the green shirt rose up with his sword and rushed into the formation where there were only four hungry ghosts left. With a sword, he repelled a blazing ghost with black fire burning all over his body, but it was still too late.

The ghost shadow floating in the air had already flown towards Huo Qing, a gust of wind blew in, Huo Qing jumped off the horse in time, and in an instant, the white horse that sat down was swept up by the ghost, and the layers of ghost claws tore the flesh of the war horse, and the wound was like being ploughed by a red-hot iron comb, gurgling with blood.

The white horse fell heavily to the ground, twitched a few times, and let out a miserable neigh, and before the sound was exhausted, a pitch-black ghost claw went towards the white horse's claw again, instantly tearing the white horse's head into two with its neck, and the white horse spasmed a few times, and lost his life.

The ghost that attacked the white horse just now, seeing that the artery cut off the white horse's neck was like a spring flowing with red blood, so it no longer attacked Huo Qing, but turned into a cloud of black smoke, attached to the decapitated horse, sucking the blood of the person.

"Rakshasa Ghost is bloodthirsty, Huo Qing run!" the man in the green shirt shouted, grabbed Huo Qing and pushed him aside.

The swift ghost behind him flew towards the man in green shirt like a gust of wind. The man in the green shirt slashed away with a sword in his right hand, but he was still one step too late, the long sword in his hand had already been taken off, and his entire right arm was torn open by a half-foot-long hole by the ghostly wind.

"Chasing the wind!" Huo Qing watched the Rakshasa ghost possess his beloved horse and suck blood, his face turned pale, and he shouted heartbreakingly, and pounced.

At the same time, the cane ghost, who was holding a half-cut cane stab, raised the black iron rod in his hand and stabbed towards Huo Qing.

"Let him go, this is a competition between you and me!" For the first time in his eyes, he roared angrily and kicked Huo Qing away.

- It's so dangerous, the stab just now was three inches away from the back of Huo Qing's neck.

"Well, since Mr. Wine is affectionate and righteous, my old ghost is not a ruthless person. The voice of the black-robed man sounded in the bamboo forest, and the four hungry ghosts came to an abrupt end.

"Get out of the way, I don't want everyone to die here, so I honestly retreat into the military column. He was wounded in his right hand, so he had to pick up the long sword that fell to the ground with his left hand and cursed at Huo Qing.

Huo Qing was scolded by this, and he stood in place, helpless, and looked at the man in green shirt with dull eyes.

"This is war, if you don't learn how to live, the enemy won't have mercy on your life and death. The man in the green shirt had a painful expression, and his right arm was already red with blood.

In the darkness, Huo Qing's eyes trembled suddenly, his tense body moved, and his dull eyes gradually took on a look.

"Believe me!" When Huo Qing's eyes lit up, the man in the green shirt resolutely spit out this sentence.

"Captain, we have to believe sir. ”

Ma Wu rode his war horse and galloped to Huo Qing's side, grabbed the silver and iron belt around his waist, dragged him onto the horse, nodded at the man in green shirts, turned the horse's head and galloped towards the direction where the leopard cavalry camp was stationed.

"Come again!" the green shirt is still the same, and the clothes are fluttering. He held the sword in his left hand, standing proudly in the night, his eyebrows were stretched, his eyes were clear and distant, the whole person was as quiet as autumn water, and the sword in his hand did not have a trace of sword intent.

"Whoa......" The Rakshasa ghost raised his head and howled like a wild beast, a pair of ghost eyes flashed with blood-red ghostly light, and his eyes looked fiercely at the sword-wielding man.

A dark wind suddenly rose on the ground, filled with a thick smell of blood, and the black smoke that filled the Rakshasa ghost's body turned red, blood-stained red. Towards the man in the green shirt, two strange red lights flashed in the night sky - blood pupils.

The man in the green shirt casually slashed towards the Rakshasa ghost with a sword in his hand, it was such a bland sword, and it actually slashed the blood-devouring Rakshasa ghost and flew out.

"You're the left-handed sword!" exclaimed the black-robed man who was drowning in the night.

He chuckled and swung his sword, a thin layer of silver light flowed on the sword, and his body shot out in the direction of the Rakshasa ghost fleeing like a frightening wave.

Another sword, so fast that it was suffocating, this sword directly pierced the center of the Rakshasa ghost's eyebrows, and a cloud of scarlet blood mist quickly dissipated. In an instant, so fast that the human eye could not catch it, he turned around and slashed the chasing swift ghost in half with a sword.

"Who the hell are you?" The voice of the black-robed old ghost was extremely unbelievable, resulting in a sharp voice that made people feel creepy.

"No name, no surname, no concern, at ease, I am the sword, the sword is my ......" he replied indifferently, the long sword in his hand flickered, and his body stabbed towards the blazing ghost again.

A sword comes, and there is no way to avoid it. Suddenly, the injured right hand of the man in the green shirt trembled, covering the bloody hole on his right chest that had been pierced by the cane, and coughed violently.

A flying sword paused in mid-air, and the blazing ghost took the opportunity to turn into a black flame, and the black flame instantly engulfed the man in the green shirt.

"Sir!" countless people in the ironclad cavalry formation looking in the distance screamed in fear.

In a moment, a long sword in the black flame flashed and stabbed out, and then, the long sword slashed rapidly, and a thin white smoke like a cicada's wings rose from the black flame—the black flame was rapidly extinguished!

The black flame was extinguished by the sword qi after touching the cold sword qi, and white smoke rose up, like burning a glacier with a torch, and it was beyond its strength. The sword light became more and more intense, and the black flame was extinguished.

The last black flame completely turned into white smoke, and the man in the green shirt no longer had the strength to swing his sword, covering the bleeding wound on his chest, clasping the sword with his backhand, thrust it into the ground, and knelt on the ground, holding the sword, spitting black blood in a big gulp.

"The cane-wielding ghost's cane is coated with heart-cutting herb poison, and you've survived until now with the poison in your body—but in the end, you've lost. The smoke that drifted through the night began to condense, and gradually a figure came out of the black fog.

- It's an old ghost in a black robe.

With a wave of his black sleeves, he commanded the last hungry ghost: "Give him a good time." ”

"Snort" The cane ghost let out a cold low roar in his throat, and the half-cane in his hand stabbed towards the heart of the man in the green shirt.

The man in the green shirt threw away the sword in his hand, chuckled, and tore the green shirt on his body, revealing his upper body full of scars, and the wound on his right chest that had festered was visible, and blood gushed out like a spring. He pointed to his heart and smiled even brighter.

"Wait!" a cold female voice came from a distance.

The cane ghost was about to stab out a cane, but it was blocked by a demon red flower that flew in, and the demon flower was pierced into countless petals and floated to the ground. In an instant, countless flowers bloomed all over the place, enveloping the man in green shirt in an instant.

"It's me who lost, give him the antidote, and I'll do what I agreed. The speaker did not appear, and the cold voice came from afar.

"Well, the high priest will not kill him if he says anything. With that, the black-robed old ghost took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and threw it on the ground, his figure disappeared, and the cane ghost turned into two black mist and drifted towards the depths of the bamboo forest.