"Good, you chose it." Seeing Mei Xue pull out the Ghost Sword, which represented the power of the ghosts and gods, Xuanyuan Jianying clapped his hands lightly, and then put away the Septic Sword and the Cicada Sword.

"When did you find out?" Mei Xue knew that this Ghost Sword was very suitable for him, but he didn't understand how Xuanyuan Jianying used to see that he was suitable for this type of Great Murder Sword.

"Intuition." Xuanyuan Jianying's answer made Mei Xue speechless, and it was indeed a genius-like answer.

Then, Xuanyuan Jianying slowly stood up and looked at Mei Xue with extremely sincere eyes:

"If you have a sword, why not fight?"

This was the moment that Xuanyuan Jianying had been waiting for a long time, and it was precisely because he wanted to see Mei Xue's sword that he specially used his family's connections to select these three swords.

Any of these three swords are rare, although they are all cursed swords, and the Hades Sword has a terrifying legend of killing the lord many times.

But there are so many sword cultivation in the seas and mountains, and these fierce swords are not only not unattended, but they are the best of the scorching swords.

In order to pursue the ultimate in swordsmanship, many sword cultivators don't take their lives seriously at all, which is why there are so many terrifying magic swords, ghost swords, and even swordsmiths who sacrifice their own lives to make a fierce blade.

"Okay." Mei Xue readily agreed to Xuanyuan Jianying's invitation to fight, and he also wanted to know what kind of realm Lu Dao was in terms of his current attainments in swordsmanship.

"You're not a pure sword cultivator, so you don't need to deliberately restrict immortal arts and supernatural powers. What I want to see is the real your sword. Xuanyuan Jianying didn't put any restrictions on Mei Xue because he gave Mei Xue the Ghost Sword, as he said, what he wanted to see was Mei Xue's true strength.

The sword heart is psychic, and the battle between the sword and the sword is the best way to see a person's nature, and what Xuanyuan Jianying wants to know is the most authentic side of Mei Xue.

"Then you're welcome." Mei Xue stretched out the fingertips of her right hand and instantly gave Xuanyuan Jianying an amazing blood-burning sword.

At this time, Mei Xue didn't think about the Dragon Jade War tonight, and she didn't care what would happen if she used up the six Blood Burning Swords now.

Since you want to fight, then fight happily, and you don't need to hide anything.

"It's good to come!" The moment he saw the blood-colored sword light, Xuanyuan Jianying's eyes shrank.

Only those who have really experienced the power of the blood-burning sword at close range know how terrifying the power of this blood-colored sword qi is, it is the breath of death that can knock the immortal warlock into the land of no return with just one hit, and the blood-colored sword light that kills in an instant.

The cyan sword light flew with the wind, showing the meaning of returning to the wind and dancing willows, and layer by layer the momentum of the blood-burning sword piercing through the gold stone was reduced, and finally turned into countless blood light and dispersed.

"Good!" This time it was Mei Xue's turn to admire, the sword intent of this hand returning to the wind and dancing willows was somewhat similar to the sword wave he encountered in the green bamboo forest just now, but it was more soft and elegant.

After all, the sword waves circulating in the green bamboo forest are just dead things that appear according to fixed laws, but the sword in Xuanyuan Jianying's hand contains the real sword light that Xuanyuan Jianying has comprehended himself, and the power of the two homology is naturally more subtle than Xuanyuan Jianying's exertion.

"The name of the sword is the bamboo shadow, with the branches of the thousand-year-old green bamboo after nine hundred and eighty-one calamities, in this green bamboo forest is the spiritual sword that gathers the power of heaven and earth, the sword is deep in the clouds, please advise." After receiving Mei Xue's first shot of the Burning Blood Sword, Xuanyuan Jianying's eyes became more profound, which was a manifestation of his complete immersion in the artistic conception contained in this green bamboo forest, which was his highest respect for Mei Xue.

"The name of the sword is the ghost, the fierce, the evil, the sword of the ghost, there will be an ominous appearance, this is the sword of the ghost and god." Mei Xue lifted the Ghost Sword up, and the slender blade of about three meters made a strange whistling sound.

Something that could not see the shadow or feel the shape wandered out of the ghost's slender sword, shuttled around the sword, and then burrowed into Mei Xue's body.

This is the resentful soul that died under the sword of the ghost, and has long since lost its sanity, leaving only the simplest hatred, distortion, and despair of horrors, the greatest of the great evils, and the calamity of mortals who touch them will die.

"Whew!" A gust of wind blew, and the bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest trembled suddenly, and then two extremely fast figures collided together.

The cyan transparent, sword light like a reflection in the water, the bamboo shadow sword from Xuanyuan Jianying, and the spirit sword that perfectly fused with the surrounding heaven and earth aura.

The white whistling, invisible to the naked eye accompanied by the slender blade of the sword light waving together, the ghost sword from Mei Xue, the ghost sword containing countless resentful ghosts and spirits for the first time, caused the strangeness carried by the ghost sword itself.

With a swing of the sword, Mei Xue seemed to hear a voice from the underworld, which was a familiar voice from Santu River.

The world over there was cold and empty, and the cry of the soul could be faintly heard, and countless tragic sounds were intertwined, turning into a creepy hellish sound.

Around the Ghost Sword, a black-gray crack appeared, which was a sign that the power of the Underworld had been opened, and it was a sign of the awakening of the Ghost Sword.

This crack devoured the sunlight that belonged to the seas and mountains, and then countless dead souls and hoodoos wandering in the void poured out of this crack, lodged in the Hades Sword, and then extended from the body of the Hades Sword to Mei Xue's body.

In this process, these chaotic and distorted things automatically devoured, fused, and turned into more distorted and crazy things, just holding this sword, Mei Xue could feel the horror of these things, which was something that the immortal ring of the immortal warlock could not resist.

However, Mei Xue didn't have such a thing as an immortal ring in the first place, and the biggest reason for him to choose the Hades Ghost Sword was the supreme terror that existed in his body.

The right hand of the Ghost Emperor, synchronized! In Mei Xue's thoughts, without the golden haired jade-faced nine-tailed fox, the outline of the Ghost Emperor's right hand appeared on his right hand for the first time, and it entered a state of synchronization with his right hand in a completely transparent posture.

This is the privilege that Mei Xue obtained after the synchronization rate with the right hand of the Ghost Emperor exceeded 80%, and now he can partially use the power of the Ghost Emperor's right hand even if he does not enter the state of the golden-haired jade-faced nine-tailed fox transformation, which means that the power of the Ghost Emperor is becoming his thing little by little.

This is the path that Meng Meng and Huang Quan have opened for Mei Xue, the right way to the supreme divine power.

The moment the Ghost Emperor's right hand appeared, all those ominous things that had entered Mei Xue's body gathered in his eyes, reflecting a cold and infinite world.

In that world, the indignation, tyranny, and impulsiveness had all vanished, replaced by a bottomless silence as deep as the crack opened by the Ghost Sword, and the black pupils reflected the miserable cries of countless souls, the cries of the dead souls who could not break free from the shackles of the Ghost Sword.

A faint darkness that is difficult to describe emanates from the sword of the ghost, it is the color of death, the power of the ghost that takes everything.