"I didn't know until the battle. Xu Le's face was calm, and his eyes were rolling with murderous aura.

He deliberately lured the ghost here, so that he could let him fight freely.

"Are you a monk of the Netherworld?" The ghostly spiritual power sensed that there was a vigorous flow of internal qi in Xu Le's body, indicating that Xu Le was not a mortal, he was a monk. Thinking of the extraordinary relationship between Xu Le and Huang Fuying, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and his face instantly turned cold.

"Netherworld?" Xu Le frowned, looking at the ghost strangely.

The ghost sneered and said, "Don't tell me, you don't know that Huang Fuying is a netherworld saint?"

The Netherworld, known as the Death Underworld, is a nightmare for all monks.

Because of the underworld, control life and death.

"Huang Fuying...... Is it the Holy Maiden of the Netherworld?!" Xu Le realized, no wonder she had to kill the mouth of the ghost.

The Holy Maidens of the Netherworld, collectively referred to as the successors of the King of the Netherworld, will produce seven Holy Maidens in each session, which will be placed around the world by the Netherworld to be sharpened. Those who survive to the end will return to the Netherworld to compete for the King of the Netherworld.

For the Nether Maidens, their identities are kept in absolute secrecy. Once the monks know their identity, they will surely attack them in groups, leaving them to die as soon as possible.

"Boy, I don't care if you are from the Netherworld or not, helping the Netherworld Holy Maiden, that is the enemy of the entire cultivators, how serious the consequences are, I don't say that you know it. "The ghost doesn't want to make too many enemies for the time being, first get rid of Huang Fuying, get Xiao Yingluo, and then deal with Xu Le well.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Xu Letian slashed in his hand, his momentum was fierce, and he faintly heard the sound of sword qi brushing and drumming.

"Oh!?What a strong sword aura!" "The cultivator who cultivates the sword art is naturally much sharper than the ordinary monk, and the ghost's powerful spiritual power senses the threat from Xu Le, and retracts his smile, his face becomes unprecedentedly solemn.

The two were only seven steps apart, but neither of them made a move, Xu Le stood with a horizontal sword, and the ghost couldn't find the flaws in his body.

A simple one-way start gives people a flawless feeling, and this person's kendo cultivation is unfathomable.

Xu Le didn't make a move, and the ghost didn't dare to make a move.

Both of them knew in their hearts that whoever made the first move would be the first to show their flaws.

At this moment, they were petrified, staring at each other motionlessly.

It's only seven steps away, and it's instantaneous.

In the blink of an eye, you can die at the hands of your opponent a thousand times.

This is a battle of masters, and not a single minor mistake can be made.

Why do monks cultivate the mind?

It is not only to comprehend the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but to allow the monks to maintain a peaceful state of mind when facing strong enemies and facing great calamities in heaven and earth.

People, only when they calm down, will they be objective to all things in heaven and earth, and will they survive in a desperate situation.

Once the pace is messed up and the formation is messed up, then there is only a dead end waiting for the monks.

The cultivation of monks is originally a matter of going against the sky, and the more you go to the back, the more difficult it becomes, and the more challenges and killings you will be.

It can be said that a strong man in heaven and earth is definitely stepping on a lot of white bones to achieve a great cause of cultivation.

Half an hour later, the ghost's mood began to move.

But Xu Le didn't move at all.

"No, compared to the state of mind, I will definitely be compared to this kid, the first strike is better. The ghost's hand squeezed the sword and tightened slightly.

"Whew!"

Without any warning, the ghost suddenly took a step forward, and the flying sword sensed the fluctuation of internal qi, turned into a sword light, and instantly appeared in front of Xu Le.

So fast swordsmanship.

However, he is fast, Xu Le is faster!

At the moment when the ghost made a move, Xu Le jumped up in advance, and slashed at the ghost with a sword from above.

When the ghost pierced the air with the flying sword, his fingers drew upward, and the flying sword buzzed and slashed upward.

"Bang!"

The two swords collided together, splashing a large burst of fire.

At the same time, Xu Le's left hand slapped out, and the first type of "Eighteen Styles of Killing Gods" "Descending the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger", and the powerful palm power hit the ghost's chest.

"Look for death!" The ghost shouted angrily, pinched a sword trick in his left hand, and the sword qi was released, suppressing Xu Le's palm power to the death.

"Boom!"

The two were separated at the same time.

After a moment, the two collided again and continued to fight.

"'Heavenly Sword and Sword Technique'. ”

The ghost was furious, he was a sixfold cultivator of the Qi Refining Realm, and he couldn't even take down Xu Le, who was a threefold Qi Refining Realm, which was a great shame for him.

One sword into three swords, three swords into ten swords, ten swords into a hundred swords.

The hundred sword qi is like a meteor shower, swishing...... Flying towards Xu Le.

The scene is spectacular!

With such a vast sword technique, Xu Le could only defend passively and retreat step by step.

"It's so hot, I'm so uncomfortable!" Xiao Yingluo suddenly shouted.

Xu Le was startled, and if he retreated again, Xiao Yingluo would be in the attack range of the flying sword, gritting his teeth, stepping on the soles of his feet, spreading his arms, his body was as light as a swallow, and he flew backwards and landed towards a wide river on the left.

The internal qi poured into his feet, and Xu Le tread water and flew by.

"Where to go!"

The ghost glided with the flying sword and caught up with Xu Le.

Xu Le smiled coldly, his speeding figure suddenly stopped, and then, with the power of the rebound of the water waves, he actually jumped up to a height of three zhang and flew above the ghost.

"Let you see the real 'Heavenly Sword Imperial Sword Technique'!"

Xu Le held the sword in both hands, completely injected the internal qi into the sword body, condensed a bright huge sword circle, and slashed towards the ghost.

"Impossible! You can't go back to 'Heavenly Sword Imperial Sword Technique'!"

The ghost roared angrily, his hands pressed upward, and his body fell rapidly downward under the force of the recoil.

Airplanes!

The flying sword that was knocked away instantly flew back to the feet of the ghost, and the ghost slid backwards for a while with the elastic force of the flying sword, and in an instant, the river rushed to the shore on both sides, rumbling.

"Kill!" The ghost was furious, he was so embarrassed by Xu Le, his hands were closed, and a hundred sword qi quickly condensed together, forming a towering giant sword, and with a bang, a sword qi more than ten meters long broke the water wave and slashed towards Xu Le.

This sword aura was so powerful that Xu Le couldn't completely avoid even changing a few body movements.

"'Reincarnation, Illusion'!" The moment the sword qi was about to hit his body, Xu Le's eyes turned red, the depths of his pupils burned with crazy flames, and the space around him seemed to be distorted.

Boom!

The towering giant sword split Xu Le on the water in half, and the ghost seemed to see the blood in Xu Le's body flowing all over the place, and couldn't help laughing, and said coldly: "Fight with me, it's not a pity to die." ”

"Really?" came from an even colder direction, and the corpse, which had been split in half, suddenly turned into black crows, quacking and flying around.

"How, how is that possible? for ...... Why did this happen?" the ghost's face was full of fear, his pupils widened, and he felt that the blue sky had turned blood-red, and with a clang, a black bronze coffin suddenly emerged from the river, standing quietly in the river.

Bang dang.

The lid of the bronze coffin opened, making a "hiss" piercing grinding sound.

After a while, there was an uproar, and the coffin lid fell into the water, splashing in bursts.

"This... What is this?" the chill in the ghost's heart rose up in bursts, and ancient words and symbols were engraved around the bronze coffin.

- Poof.

"Ahh The ghost suddenly screamed, and the bronze coffin emitted an extremely strong suction.