Clang!

A clear sound of metal crashing tore through the chaotic space. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sword is a flying sword, also called fish intestines.

The visitor was not a stranger, but a madman in a sloppy robe, like a man from a pile of beggars.

With a single sword, he swept away the malaria ghost Hebo, and then landed one foot on a floating wooden block on the water's surface, swaying with the waves, and his messy hair looked like it hadn't been washed for days, and I could smell the greasy smell.

How did he get here?

Why is he here, and why does he look like no one is taking care of him?

My heart was full of surprise, and even more surprised than I was the malaria ghost who thought he could crush me to death.

The madman appeared too suddenly.

Obviously, he has already controlled the overall situation, and even two more slaps can slap this annoying flea to death. And so it turned out to be such a guy.

What the hell is going on?

It was furious, so it raised the black stone pillar in its hand abruptly, turned into a huge and incomparable mountain, and smashed down towards the old road in front of it.

In my eyes, the black stone pillar is still the original black stone pillar, but on the Qi field, it has increased by a hundred times, and there is really a horror that wants to crush people to death.

This method was not used by the malaria ghost Hebo just now.

The moment it saw the madman again, it used the method of pressing the box without the slightest hesitation.

Rumble!

I felt as if the heavens and the earth were about to collapse, but at this time, the madman stabbed the fish intestine sword in his hand forward.

He stabbed in the air.

That place. It wasn't the place where the black stone pillar fell at all, or maybe the black stone pillar didn't hit here at all, but he stabbed a sword inexplicably.

Why?

My mind was full of questions, but just when I thought it was just a panicked sword, it seemed to hit the most critical place.

Everyone has a cover door, like the reverse scales of a dragon, and if you hit it, you will die, and everything will have the most vulnerable point, and the move will naturally have flaws.

The madman hit the flaw.

Rumble!

I felt that the horror of the darkness suddenly dissipated at that moment, the black stone pillar was still a black stone pillar, but the monstrous Qi field disappeared in the next second.

And the madman did not use any means and spells at all. It's just a stab.

Yes......

At that moment, the malaria ghost Hebo suddenly fell into madness, and without any words, he pounced on the madman, and the two staggered in mid-air, and then the black stone pillar collided abruptly with the short, neat fish intestine sword.

Don't look at the pitiful size of the fish intestine sword, but it depends on whose hand it is.

The fish intestine sword is in the hand of the madman. There is a strange and extremely powerful, as if it has broken through the limitations of shape and length, but in terms of momentum, it can compete with the black stone pillar formed by the countless ghosts in the hands of the malaria ghost Hebo.

The two fought very quickly, and the more they fought, the more terrifying they became, and the constant roar was like thunder at the time of stinging, stretching endlessly.

And in such a terrifying battle, the Wounded Water Ten Directions Extermination Array arranged by the malaria ghost Hebo actually tore a hole, and at this time, I also heard the voice of Qingqiu Yan.

She waved at me on the other side and then shouted loudly for me to pass.

I rode on the back of the flaming fox, and when I saw this thrilling fight, I wanted to help him, but I couldn't do anything.

With such a level of fighting, it is lucky enough not to be affected by the pond fish, where is there still the ability to insert strongly?

If you can't help, run.

I don't have much mental baggage, and I know that there is nothing else to help the mad people at this moment, but when I arrive on the other side, my bet with the malaria ghost Hebo is officially formed, and in this case, it has no reason to entangle again.

Thinking of this, I grabbed the flame between my legs and rushed towards the gap.

As soon as my side moved, the malaria ghost Hebo, who was in the battle group, immediately sensed it and wanted to stop it. As a result, he was stopped by the madman, and he couldn't get out.

It can only shout peace, and call those disciples and disciples to come one after another, trying to intercept me.

Although I am not the opponent of the malaria ghost Hebo, I can still carry so much strength in the end, and I can be regarded as a tricky person. In the face of these, he did not panic, and the three-pointed two-edged knife pointed forward, and the flames rushed fiercely.

rushed all the way to kill, but there was no one to join in.

It's not that I'm so good, it's mainly that these guys have different minds and don't really have the determination to come forward and fight me to the death.

Aren't ghosts afraid of death?

Wrong.

When a person dies, he can still be a ghost-reincarnation, but if the ghost is destroyed, then it will really be destroyed, turned into ashes, and there will be no future.

Are you really afraid of them?

Under such a rush, I finally rushed to the other side. The flames jumped onto the shore, and I immediately turned around and shouted to the malaria ghost Hebo, who was fighting hard with the mad Dao people: "Lord Hebo, you see, I have arrived on the shore, and you and my friend have no grievances in the past and no enmity in the near future. Why don't you stop? ”

I shouted loudly, thinking that if I gave a step, the malaria ghost river would go down, but I didn't expect it to stop.

It's clearly out of the fire.

The battle continued, but all of a sudden, something was wrong.

The madman doesn't know why. It gives me a strange feeling.

The longer he fights with the malaria ghost Hebo, the more eccentric he becomes.

Gradually, I found that the madman actually had the upper hand in such an unfavorable situation.

What's going on?

I was a little shocked, and at this time, Qingqiu Yan appeared next to me, and he was also stunned, saying that you are really too good at hiding, and said, you were caught by me that day, did you mean it?

Yes?

I looked back at her and said, "Why do you say that?"

Qingqiu Yan said because your performance just now was too unexpected for me, if you were so strong that day, where could I capture you alive?

I smiled bitterly, indicating that it was you who sneaked attack, okay?

Qingqiu Yan didn't talk about this, but pointed to the crazy Taoist who was fighting with the malaria ghost Hebo on the river, and said Who is this person, who is so powerful?

I said that this is my friend and a member of our school.

Qingqiu Yan was stunned for a moment, and said that Miao Jiang Ten Thousand Poison Cave?

I shook my head and said no, the South China Sea.

Qingqiu Yan shrugged her shoulders and said that she hadn't heard of it, and I didn't pay attention to her, because at this time, the two sides that were stirred up on the river suddenly divided, and the malaria ghost in the big red robe Hebo retreated, panting, and said over and over again: "Why? ”

The madman was surprisingly not crazy, but stood in the air like a peerless master, and said calmly, "What why? ”

The malaria ghost Hebo pointed at the other party. Why do you know so much about the methods of the ghosts? When I play with you, I always feel restricted at every turn, as if I am fighting with myself, which is so abnormal.

The madman pointed to this wave of water and said that this river is under your jurisdiction?

The malaria ghost Hebo nodded and said yes.

The mad Taoist waved his hand and said that I need to use the power of this river to refine my body, so from today onwards, I will be the one who holds the position of this river, as for you. Roll where you like......

The malaria ghost Hebo became manic in an instant, pointed at the madman and said, "You are so bold, you dare to plot my position and seek death!" ”

The fish intestine sword in the madman's hand became brighter and brighter, and in this blue night, it was like the moon falling overhead.

As this light gathered, the madman's aura became more and more turbulent.

Then it turned out to be like a tsunami, overwhelming.

This kind of momentum is terrifying, even these people standing on the shore feel a strong stimulus, they can't stand, and they can't stop retreating dozens of steps back.

We are so far away, and we are still like this, and the malaria ghost Hebo is in it, and he is the first to bear the brunt.

He finally felt a trace of fear at this time, and couldn't help but say: "Even if I give up this position, you can't be Hebo." Because only the Yin Spirit can fuse the power of this water vein......"

When the malaria ghost Hebo asked this question, the madman had already risen into the air.

A whirring wind blew from an unknown space, curling his long hair.

A voice similar to that of a madman, but more calm and vicissitudes, sounded from mid-air: "The human body is like a lonely boat. This life is a hard journey, how to get to the other side, countless sages have explored, and for me, this body is just a cage, trapping me. It also trapped the demon in my heart; If I can immerse this body in the river and melt it with the power of the water veins, then I will be able to attain true liberation - then, I'm sorry, I want your place. If you don't give, you die. ”

At the end of the words, I saw a sword light.

The sword light burst out from the fish intestine sword, and when it appeared, it had nothing to do with the fish intestine sword.

It is it, the sword intent that destroys everything.

The moment I saw it, I jumped straight off the back of the Flame Fox and fell to my knees.

I burst into tears, because that was the ultimate meaning of the South China Sea swordsmanship.

Although I didn't understand what such a realm was, I could feel that the South China Sea Demon Suppression Record resounded throughout the world at that moment.

I am a cage to subdue the demons.

Extinguish!

Swish...... The sword light crisscrossed the world, one turned into three, three into ten thousand, ten thousand into billions, and returned to one place.

How can the sword intent in this be comprehended by mortals?

I couldn't help myself, and when the sword light was gone. Silence was restored on the bustling river, and the noise was all in one place, a thin mist locked across the river, and the moonlight was cold, as if nothing had happened.

And just then, something suddenly obscured the sky above our heads, and it fluttered down.

The Qingqiu goose beside me jumped into the air, and when it fell, it was clutching a tattered red robe in its hand.

She held it in her hand and sighed softly: "The malaria ghost Hebo, who has ruled the Canglang River for hundreds of years, has changed hands now, ......"

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