After all, the Ghost Sword Saint was a Saint Realm powerhouse, and although Lu Feng's words made him angry in his heart, he did not lose his mind.

On the contrary, at this moment, he was extremely calm, looking for an escape between his eyes.

He understood that holding on under the joint efforts of the three saints was undoubtedly an act of seeking death.

"I haven't seen any strong winds and waves in this saint, and it's really naïve that you want me to die just because you want me to die."

A sharp sound wave came out of the mouth of the Ghost Sword Saint, and a long sword with fluctuating ghost qi in the sky, with the holy might, seemed to have come to the ghost domain, and countless ghosts attacked.

"Get rid of him directly, lest it be too late for a change."

Xuan Qing's face moved slightly, and the great Xuan Jin was like a long whip that broke the sky, and the void exploded with both hands together, turning into the power of heaven and earth to squeeze the past.

"Ten thousand ghosts cry!"

The Ghost Sword Saint sneered, his robe agitated, and the dark gray ghost qi turned into a spiral sword wave, piercing the Great Xuan Jin.

"Ten Thousand Ghost Swordsmanship!"

A dark gray sword flashed out in his hand, and a sharp whistle turned into a cold sword wind, stabbing directly at the weakest Xuanqing, trying to break through from his side.

A spear appeared, and the cyan holy light swept away, and then he heard the sound of weapons ringing, and suddenly burst out into the sky, shaking Xuan Qing's figure backwards.

"The stars lead to the moon!"

Luo Chen's sword drew a starlight at this moment, and it fell like a meteor.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Howling!"

Dark all round.

The sun and the moon have no light.

Accompanied by a shout from the Ghost Sword Saint, the gray sword suddenly resounded with countless piercing sound waves, and even though he saw thousands of powerful ghosts refined by the primordial gods, they roared in unison.

These terrible ghosts, their faces are painful.

These powerful ghosts were mixed with the people of the Great Xuanzong and the Sword Ming Hall, which made Xuan Qing and Luo Chen's faces turn blue in an instant.

However, the Ghost Sword Saint sent out a laughing sage, urging the gray sword to the extreme, and a terrifying soul sound wave spread, interfering with the souls of Xuanqing and the three of them, and suddenly there was a short trance.

"He's running away!"

Luo Chen, who had cultivated deeply, reacted first, and when he saw the ghost sword saint who was retreating, he shouted.

"He can't run."

The seal was lightning-like, and three beautiful Divine Que Palaces appeared above Lu Feng's head, and the crystal-like spiritual power turned into crystal flames, which immediately swept towards the thousands of powerful ghosts.

"Boom!"

Strong spiritual power, with incomparably domineering power.

Those powerful ghosts were transformed by the primordial gods, and they turned into ashes at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

When these ghosts dissipated, a smile of relief appeared on their faces.

"Come on!"

The Xuanqing spear was lit out, releasing an astonishing power, as if it could distort the world.

The soul attack formed by the powerful ghost was broken, and the ghost sword saint's face twitched, and only one sword stabbed it.

And his gaze swept coldly around, and a palm burst out, and a ghost bridge directly appeared, communicating the space on the other side, and it was to step on the bridge and shuttle away.

"Break that bridge!"

Luo Chen sensed that something was wrong, the ghost bridge was a holy artifact, with the power to shuttle through space, the holy sword in his hand bloomed, and a sword technique with the same sun and moon stabbed past.

"Stupid, since Ben Sheng took out this ghost bridge, he is not going to take it back."

The Ghost Sword Saint's heart ached, although this ghost bridge was a yellow-level holy relic, it could penetrate the space, and its value was comparable to that of a Xuan-level holy relic.

And at this moment, Luo Chen's sword had already fallen, his sword was a Xuan-level holy relic, and when it hit the ghost bridge, it made it tremble violently, and then cracks appeared, but it couldn't stop the ghost sword saint.

Bai Chengshan and Xuan Qing also roared angrily, and the holy power urged to the limit, and between the horizontal pushes of both palms, the huge offensive fell on the ghost bridge.

However, although the ghost river suffered great damage, it could not completely collapse.

"If you make such a big move today, if you let you run, won't it make the people of the Holy City see a joke?"

Just when the Ghost Sword Saint was about to step on the bridge and leave, Lu Feng came with the Dragon Yin Sword and the Sword of Life and Death.

A bright and dark sword light flickered, and it instantly blasted towards the ghost bridge.

The two sword lights, as if they were life and death, turned into two intersecting divine lights, causing the ghost bridge to burst open, and the spatial teleportation that was about to be formed also collapsed at this moment.

"Ahhh Little beast, this saint fought with you today, and dragged you to die together! ”

The Ghost Sword Saint's face was distorted, like a terrible ghost, his body suddenly swelled, and countless violent holy qi escaped, and he was actually blowing up his body.

He was already completely angry, and he had repeatedly suffered losses at the hands of a junior.

"Hurry back!"

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