Looking at the big sword in his hand, this weapon that had accompanied him for more than ten years was actually crippled by a punch, and the young man in front of him was incomprehensibly powerful.

"The golden bell jar you practiced, the iron cloth shirt?" asked alive.

There is no shortage of masters in Huaxia who have cultivated the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt to the extreme, and can be invulnerable, water and fire.

"That's a lot of nonsense, I just want to kill you right now." Zhang Yue said coldly.

"Kill me?"

glanced at Zhang Yue alive, and threw the big sword in his hand aside, "Lao Tzu has hole cards, can you kill me?" ”

"It doesn't matter what hole cards you have, break them with all your might." Zhang Yue has an extremely strong body, just like a tank on the battlefield, crushed at will, the other party just can't beat him.

"The undead under my sword, hate me! Release the grief and indignation in your hearts! Turn your resentment and grief into a sword for my use. ”

……

After chanting a mantra a few times, his great sword suddenly reacted and began to tremble slowly.

One by one, the grief-stricken spirits broke away from the sword body with a thick sense of resentment, and gathered on the living right hand, forming an invisible soul sword on his right hand.

This soul sword is completely composed of the souls who died under the sword, and it carries the resentment of these souls, although it will not do much damage to the body, but it will do a lot of damage to the souls of the gods.

Living is not a fool, he estimates that Zhang Yue has practiced kung fu such as the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt, and he can't beat him hard, and the only way is to attack his soul.

A person's soul is very fragile, and once the soul is scattered, it becomes a walking corpse.

Zhang Yue looked at the live move curiously, his move did not belong to the martial arts, nor was it a cultivation method in the world of cultivating immortals, it was more like a mage in the European Middle Ages.

He heard from the Holy Lady of the Holy Religion that the predecessor of the Holy Religion was a religion in Europe that had been inherited for thousands of years, and it was introduced to China a hundred years ago that it took root and developed in China secretly.

As a killer of the Holy Sect, he must have learned some tricks.

That's interesting.

"Sword of the Wraith, see how you block it?" Huohuo sneered, raised the invisible sword in his hand, and pointed at Zhang Yue.

"Show me your Wraith's Sword." Zhang Yue beckoned to him.

A few strides rushed forward, and the sword of the resentful spirit in his hand swung and slashed towards Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yue, as before, used his fists to fight against it, trying to see if he could block the sword of the living resentful spirit. However, when the sword took a fancy to his fist, there was a sudden pain in his heart, as if someone was cutting his soul with a sword, and he almost screamed in pain.

"What attacks the soul really can't be used to resist." Zhang Yue smiled bitterly, toe, and retreated more than ten meters away.

When it comes to the means of attacking souls, he has a lot, the best of which is the Chaos God Spell, at the peak, a Chaos God Spell can shoot those masters to death.

Zhang Yue stretched out his right hand, only to see that in the palm of his right hand, a fluorescent filament flew up, forming a strange rune pattern on the palm.

This is the Chaos Spell, a powerful spell seal that specializes in restraining souls. The sword in the living hand was made of a resentful soul, and it was only fitting to use the Chaos Curse against him.

"Kill!"

Came alive with a sword, and stabbed with a sword. Zhang Yue did not dodge, but used his right hand attached to the chaos spell to grab the sword of the living resentful spirit.

The blade of the Sword of Wraiths touched the Chaos Curse, like snowflakes in summer, and quickly dissipated.

Ah~ah~

The resentful spirits on the sword body screamed in pain, revealing hideous faces, and they broke away from the sword body one after another, and fled for the road.

The Sword of Wraith is composed of Wraiths, and without Wraiths, the Sword of Wraiths will also fall apart.

"How so?" Watching this scene in amazement, he used this trick to kill many masters, it can be invisible, but why is it invalid today?

"Your spirit doesn't seem to be obedient." Zhang Yue laughed, and when he was surprised, he threw a punch forward.

Bang!

was beaten alive by Zhang Yue, fell next to a big tree, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

"How is that possible? How could my Wraith Sword fail? "I still can't figure it out, what powerful means Zhang Yue used to make the resentful spirits feel scared.

"Shoot you!"

Zhang Yue said viciously.

Perhaps it was Zhen'er's death that left a shadow on him, and anyone who dared to hurt his woman had to die.

"The whirlpool of the earth, devour him!"

slapped his palm on the ground, his expression was very firm.

Just after this palm was slapped, the ground under Zhang Yue's feet began to tilt inward and sink, and it was extremely fast.

In just a few respites, a mudslide vortex formed on the ground within a hundred meters centered on Zhang Yue, rotating downward, and all the trees on the ground were swallowed up by this whirlpool.

Zhang Yue was no exception, dragged into the ground by this whirlpool and temporarily trapped.

Relieved, he got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body.

This whirlpool can drag people into a depth of 100 meters underground, and people are in that kind of place, like being crushed under a 100-meter high mountain, and they can't climb up for a while.

Just as he was thinking this, a palm suddenly burst out of the ground and grabbed his ankle.

"You seem to be confident in your moves." Zhang Yue came out of the ground, grabbed his ankle, and threw him like a rope.

As soon as his hand was released, under the action of inertia, he was thrown alive by this force and landed next to the tree where Xiao Ningxue was hanging.

Zhang Yue was shocked in his heart, and secretly screamed that it was not good, he didn't pay attention when he threw it just now, and he didn't expect to throw it alive in that place.

He rushed to life.

Seeing Zhang Yue rushing towards him, he looked nervous, turned his head to look to the side, and saw Xiao Ningxue hanging on the tree.

Zhang Yue is very powerful, but this woman is an ordinary person and has no strength.

It was too late, it was fast, he turned over alive, stood up first, ran to Xiao Ningxue's side, and grabbed Xiao Ningxue's neck.

Not~

Xiao Ningxue was stuck in her throat so heavily that she was about to lose her breath, and struggled a few times in pain.

is still a killer in the end, and as a qualified killer, the most basic quality is to do whatever it takes to achieve the goal.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with threatening Zhang Yue with a woman.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yue said angrily.

"Really, I can't beat you, but I'm holding on to your beloved woman, and that's enough." Live the way.

"If you want to save her, you can trade the Heart of Darkness for it."

"Your dark heart is indeed on me, but I don't know how to get it out." Zhang Yue replied, save Xiao Ningxue first, and then slowly settle accounts with him later.

"It's all an excuse, you have ten seconds to hand over the heart of darkness, or I'll strangle her." Living and living, the strength of the hand has become greater.

Xiao Ningxue's pretty face was flushed, and she felt like she was about to suffocate. (To be continued.) )

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