The sound of swords, the sound of collision, the sound of explosions, the roar, the scream.

At this moment, only these voices were left in the silent ghost town, and two monsters exuding a sinister aura were fighting frantically, saying that it was a fight, or even a one-sided violent fight, while the other party was completely carrying it to the death.

Colliding again, the Demon of All Spirits held its hands against the Demon Sword, roaring in a low voice, it was already a little impatient, and the only thought in its mind was to completely tear this human apart, and then eat it in one bite.

After delaying for a long time, Li Qianxing's body still couldn't bear it after all, his limbs had already been twisted and broken overwhelmed, and it could be said that it was completely a mess of minced meat, which had been forcibly supported by the power of the ghost sword.

Another sword slashed, this time the ghost sword seemed much weaker, and the ten thousand spirits and demons were stunned for a moment, as if they also realized something, and all the big faces let out a hideous laugh, and they could finally kill this difficult guy.

As soon as it grasped the ghost sword, it lifted up Li Qianxing, who was holding the hilt of the sword, and then smashed it frantically left and right, and finally, the right arm holding the sword was broken, and Li Qianxing flew out upside down, lying in the ruins.

The Ten Thousand Spirits laughed out loud, opened their bloody mouths, swallowed the arm in one gulp, chewed it heavily, and threw the ghost sword aside and stuck it upside down in the ruins.

Li Qianxing leaned against the ruins with difficulty, gasping violently, his eyes were dull, he lost the power of the ghost sword, and his other three limbs were no longer able to support him, and they were shattered one after another, leaving only a half-crippled and tattered body.

"Xiao Li!"

didn't care about the ten thousand spirits and evil ghosts who strode towards with a cruel smile, Li Qianxing lowered his head and muttered to himself, a line of tears flowed, with a hint of bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

I'm sorry, my father has worked hard, but I can't keep my promise anymore, father... There is no power that can end this miserable world for you!

The Ten Thousand Spirits Demon leaned down half of his body, stretched out his big hand and grabbed Li Qianxing's neck, lifting him up from the ruins, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and the faces of his whole body were laughing, screaming and eating him.

"Wait!"

The evil eye rooted in the neck of the Ten Thousand Souls Demon turned and made a sound, staring at the miserable figure with a greedy gaze, it was a pity that such an outstanding soul qualification could not be transformed into an evil god's dependent.

The Ten Thousand Spirits roared angrily, the master's obstruction made it very dissatisfied, so that the anger and killing intent in its heart could not be vented, and the faces on its body twisted and screamed, as if to say that you can't do this, and faintly wanted to resist.

"Shut up!"

With an extremely indifferent gaze, Hiss scolded coldly, a dog wanted to refuse the owner's idea, it was simply eating the bear's heart and leopard gall, and he didn't mind slaughtering a disobedient pet with a knife, and then using its corpse to raise a big murderer.

"Father!"

Being lifted up in mid-air, Li Qianxing seemed to hear a crisp and innocent shout, and on the face of the black lines climbing and the flesh and blood were broken, he couldn't help but show a look of contentment, and whispered softly.

"Ghost Sword Duel - Third Form - I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!"

With a bang, the ghost sword inserted upside down in the ruins roared, and the hideous faces of the ghosts and monsters reflected on the sword, crowded together, looking very weird, and at this moment they all showed joyful and satisfied smiles.

Scold!

The ghost sword turned into a sword and flew over, and suddenly plunged into Li Qianxing's chest, Hiss's eyes widened, and he shouted in pain.

"Don't! you're going to stab this stupid big man!"

Li Qianxing's aura dissipated, and the ghosts that were devoured by the ghost sword all burrowed into the broken corpse at this moment, and the corpse's stomach visibly swelled up with the naked eye, and finally the flesh exploded.

A pitch-black, centipede-like evil ghost crawled out of the corpse, exuding a breath weaker than that of a ghost, lying on the thick arm of the demon spirit, slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes, smirked, and pounced.

Roar!

A painful roar shook the clouds, and a fierce and unusual fighting sound sounded again in the ghost town, and the movement was not small, and it took a long time to calm down.

"Catch me all the mortals who escaped, they won't be able to escape!"

Another roar resounded through the silent ghost town, and the remaining imps whimpered, and the ghosts rushed out of the city in all directions, following the remaining popularity in all directions.

Hiss was very unhappy leaning against the dry pool of blood, with a pile of minced meat on the side, and the best candidates for the family of the evil gods were all that was left with these rotten meats, not even a little human form!

The spirits and demons also sat on the side angrily, covered in bruises, half of their heads were gnawed off, and the faces on their bodies were also a little sluggish, obviously not lightly injured.

Glancing at the blood-colored imp who only had its head left and was screaming on the side, it stretched out its big hand and grabbed the other party very irritably, stuffed it directly into its big mouth, snorted and swallowed, and a terrible scream came from its throat.

Hiss glanced disapprenantly at the Spirits, who roared and could only put his hand in his mouth, deep into his throat, and pulled out the screaming head and threw it aside.

The blood-colored imp was so frightened that he screamed and rolled to his master's side, begging for shelter and comfort, and Heath glanced at it faintly, grabbed its head, and kicked it out, and he was annoyed at the sight of this waste.

Rolling several times in the ruins of the ghost town, the blood-colored imp whimpered in a low voice, hesitated, quickly rolled out of the city, and chased after the popularity in one direction.

"By the way, two more people seem to have run away!"

Hiss thought of something again, and took out two tied scarecrows from the side, holding a thick silver needle in his hand, piercing it over and over again, and there were words in his mouth, I have to say that he still likes the curse of this world, but unfortunately the effect of this curse is only average.

........................

Escaped from Shengtian, Li Lao looked back behind him, confirmed that there was no ghost to catch up, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, riding the black tiger turned into a paper figure and running in the direction of the capital of the Great Chu Kingdom, and the news of this new ghost spirit must be reported to the imperial court.

Suddenly, he felt a heavy blow to his chest, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and suddenly fell from the black tiger, then his arm was broken, his legs and feet were twisted, his anus hurt, and his face was distorted, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

It's a curse!

He howled a few times again, and hurriedly wrote a brief blood letter with his fingers dipped in blood, plus a token, stuffed it into the mouth of the paper man Black Tiger, and slapped it heavily.

Watching the back of the paper man go away, he vomited blood, found a hiding place, sat down with difficulty, he had to lift the curse, he already felt that his neck was hurting, and if he was slow, he would have to be twisted.