The ghost swordsman didn't have any expression in the face of the peachwood sword that Zhang Ling stabbed over, he handed the evil qi long sword in his hand to the other hand, twisted his body, and opened Zhang Ling's sword in one fell swoop.

Zhang Ling did not pursue, and after the blow missed, he pointed the tip of his sword at the ground obliquely, and his eyes stared at the ghost swordsman calmly.

And the ghost swordsman saw that Zhang Ling did not pursue, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

I saw that his figure flashed, and the evil qi long sword in his hand stabbed towards Zhang Ling, and the speed was overwhelming.

"Poof!"

The long swords in the hands of the two met again, making a dull sound, and the two of them were separated at once, and their movements became faster and faster, and gradually the audience in the live broadcast room could no longer keep up with their movements.

"It's too fast! I can't see it at all! ”

"Daoist Cangsong, Daoist Yuhengzi, you come out and explain!"

"There is Mao who is easy to explain, you can understand it!"

"Curious, it's the first time I've seen such a wonderful fight, and I'd love to hear someone explain it!"

Cangsong Daoren: "The tricks between masters can be said to be changing rapidly, this can only be an insider watching the doorway, and a layman watching the excitement!" ”

"If you don't hear it, if you don't understand, just look at the excitement!"

“……”

The ghost Taoist looked at the fierce battle in the magic circle with some surprise, he didn't expect Zhang Ling to be so good.

At first, he thought that Zhang Ling would be quite embarrassed, after all, when he caught the ghost swordsman, he used a lot of means, and now Zhang Ling is really fighting.

At this time, Zhang Ling in the formation did not have any nervousness at the beginning, he had never experienced such a hearty battle, since he returned from the Qianyuan Guan to learn the arts, he could be able to display his martial arts There were too few opportunities.

And now, although his opponent is a ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years, he has a sense of exuberance that he has never felt before.

He kept waving the long sword in his hand, constantly moving up and down, undaunted by the fierce attack of the ghost swordsman.

In the continuous attack and defense, Zhang Ling's moves have become more and more skillful, and his movements have become more accurate.

The weapons of both sides continued to cause damage to each other, but the fighting intent of the two did not diminish at all, and even Qi Dapeng, who was standing outside the formation, could feel the monstrous battle intent.

"Poof!"

After Zhang Ling flashed the ghost swordsman's sharp blow, the peachwood sword in his hand hit his shoulder, and a thick evil aura suddenly spread out from his shoulder.

And at the moment when Zhang Ling hit the shoulder of the ghost swordsman, the ghost swordsman did not retreat but advanced, and the hand that did not hold the sword was tied into a palm, and it stabbed into Zhang Ling's shoulder with a pop.

Zhang Ling's blood immediately poured out of the wound, but amazingly, the blood did not drip to the ground, but flowed down the ghost swordsman's arm into his ghost body.

Seeing this scene, Qi Dapeng, who was standing outside, immediately rushed to the front of the battle and tried to rescue Zhang Ling, but the invisible barrier blocked him back.

He couldn't help but look at the ghost Daoist and shouted, "Quickly unlock the magic circle, hurry up!" ”

The ghost Taoist looked thoughtfully at the one person and one ghost in the circle and said, "Impossible, as long as there is still evil qi in this circle, this circle will always work." ”

Qi Dapeng walked quickly to the ghost Taoist and reached out to grab his collar, but the ghost Taoist moved faster, and as soon as Qi Dapeng's arm was raised, the old ghost's hand was already pinched on his shoulder.

Suddenly, Qi Dapeng felt half of his body numb, and half knelt down, he glared at the ghost Taoist angrily, as if he was going to eat him alive.

Looking at Qi Dapeng's murderous gaze, the ghost Taoist said lightly: "I said, either he tames this evil ghost, or he is torn apart by this evil ghost, there is no other way!" ”

At this time, Lu Mingxuan also saw that the situation was not good, and ran over and begged: "Ghost senior, you can think of a way, you must have a way to save him!" ”

The ghost Taoist man clicked his lips and said, "I can't help it, this Kuixing Circle can only be unlocked if there is no evil qi." ”

"But if Zhang Ling is killed, then can this magic circle still trap this guy forever?"

After hearing this, the ghost Taoist sneered twice and said, "No, if there is only evil qi in this array, then this circle will destroy everything in the array!" ”

After the ghost Taoist finished speaking, Lu Mingxuan and Qi Dapeng were all stunned, and everyone in the live broadcast room also exclaimed: "How can this be? Isn't it dangerous? ”

"Going to die, going to die, going to die!"

"You're just going to die, shut up, the situation inside is still unclear, call a yarn!"

"Big brother, what else is unclear, you see that the master is about to hang up!"

“……”

Everyone's attention shifted to the screen again, and at this time, Zhang Ling lowered his head in the magic circle, and the ghost swordsman still maintained that posture and continued to absorb Zhang Ling's blood.

No one knew whether Zhang Ling was dead or alive, and no one knew what was going on inside, this person and a ghost stood there like a sculpture, not moving.

……

"Where am I?"

Zhang Ling looked blankly at the ancient room he was in, and slowly stood up, he had just taken a step before he almost tripped and fell to the ground.

He looked down and saw that he was not wearing the shirt and trousers he was wearing, but a brocade robe, which made him cry out, "Damn, what's going on?" ”

Zhang Ling pinched his cheek hard in disbelief, and suddenly a pain came from his face, this is not a dream, all these feelings are real!

Suppressing the surprise in his heart, Zhang Ling looked around and slowly turned around in this strange room, trying to find any clues in this room.

And just as he passed by a bronze mirror in the room, he suddenly stood down, and he looked at the face in the mirror, and almost cried out in horror!

It was a strange and familiar face, one that did not belong to him, but to another person, no, another ghost to be exact!

This is the face of the ghost swordsman who just fought with him, he looks very heroic at this moment, and he doesn't have that ghost aura at all.

"I'll go, what's going on? How did he end up like this? What the hell is going on? ”

Just as Zhang Ling was looking at the face in the mirror that did not belong to him in horror, a wave of footsteps came in from outside.

He turned his head to look, and saw a group of armored warriors pushing the door open, and one of them, a tall and burly samurai, came out in a crowd: "General, the hour has come, and we should go!" ”

Zhang Ling looked at the burly warrior in front of him, and a name suddenly appeared in his mind, Wang Hu!

"Oh, yes, this person's name is Wang Hu, and he is his lieutenant, but who is he? Why can't he remember his name! (To be continued.) )