In the fight just now, Jian Xuming's long sword was broken by the other party's green and fluffy hands, and even the arranged Yuanli sword net was torn apart by the other party, it seems that the power of the ghost king's ghost claws is extraordinary, and even the yuan weapon can be knocked back, his ghost king's magic skills are really cold and vicious, and the moves are very vicious.

The sword screamed and suddenly changed his moves, the momentum was great, the sword shot straight for thousands of miles, the sword intent soared into the sky, the long sword was like a rushing flood in his hand, the yuan force was surging, the golden flashing of the arm, the whole body was replaced by gold, the needle rain was formed, and this time it was a dense sword rain.

The sky was completely replaced by a rain of swords, and wherever the rain of swords went, all the ground was transformed into a rain of swords by this elemental force, striking out small holes one by one. The ground was now potholed, and the rest of the people had taken a dozen steps back to avoid being affected.

"Good swordsmanship!"

"The 'Thirteen Swords of Chasing the Wind' of the Fire Sect can make you cultivate to such a point, you are definitely a first-class genius, but it is not enough to hurt me!"

The ghost king grabbed the ghost claws in the air, and all the sword rain that covered the sky towards him was torn apart by his own ghost claws, these sword rains couldn't hurt him at all, it could only be said that the ghost king's green hands couldn't be broken, and above the hands, there was a sense of ghost energy, and the claws were like being poured into iron, and the power was extremely powerful.

This is the gap in the realm, even in a strong move, in the face of the boundless realm coercion, it is difficult to form a strong and effective attack effect, Jian Mingxu saw that his 'soul chasing' could not break through the opponent's defense at all, and suddenly his body swam away again, the long sword wandered away from his side, and with a roar, his body shot up, wanting to melee combat.

Dao Dao handprint pinched out, the long sword was like a flying dragon, the sword qi instantly cut the surrounding trees and rocks, large stones rolled down from all around, and the body also fell in front of the ghost king, his eyes glared, the long sword fluttered, the sword intent Ling Ran, the white clothes fluttered, the sword Mingxu seemed to understand something, and the sword intent on his body changed here.

If the sword intent just now was completely fierce, then the sword intent exuded by his body had an extra domineering spirit, an artistic conception, at this critical moment, Jian Mingxu actually comprehended the artistic conception of the sword, although it can only be regarded as just touched, there is still a big gap from the real artistic conception of the sword, but the power has definitely undergone a huge change.

"Take me another sword!"

Jian Mingxu's sword intent changed, this time the sword was less radiant, but there was more of a courageous momentum, that is to say, Jian Mingxu found the direction of his sword cultivation, if he did not die young, he would definitely be a decisive kendo genius in the future.

The long sword flew out of Jian Mingxu's right hand, and an arc was cut in the air, the space was cut by the long sword, and a black slit appeared in front of everyone, and the ghost king who was a hundred meters away in front of him was shocked, but he didn't expect to play the same move this time, and the power was actually increased several times.

Reaching forward with both hands, the green haired upper hand still wanted to take down the flying sword controlled by Jian Mingxu, and the green hands suddenly erupted with a wave of dead air, and the temperature around him cooled down in an instant, and this dead air instantly began to spread around.

Chen Xuan, who was standing on the ground, immediately felt it, this was resentment, and it was also dead qi, this was the ghost king who absorbed the unjust souls of countless people when he was cultivating, and after these unjust souls were absorbed by the ghost king, they all became dead qi, and it was these dead qi that made the ghost king's hands grow green hair.

The long sword flew rapidly one meter in front of the sword Mingxu, and his body also followed the trajectory of the long sword, swept away rapidly, leaned forward with both hands, and Yuan Li hit the long sword again, the sword flashed, and the long sword was pressed down in the air, and it slashed vertically towards the ghost king.

After the ghost king released his dead air, his body exuded a cold yuan force, these yuan forces continued to rotate around his body, the yuan power is basically divided into gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the color is also yellow and blue and russet, but at this time, the color of the yuan force emitted by the ghost king is actually gray, I don't know which kind of yuan power his yuan power belongs to.

"You look down on me too much, I don't kill time with you, I think you are a junior, and you have no poisonous hands, go to death!" The body of the ghost king also swam rapidly, and the power of the claws increased again, this time the power was simply overwhelming, and the violent pressure suppressed some people on the ground and couldn't raise their heads.

This is the true strength of the ghost king, the strength of the Dao realm, the ghost king roared, and a thunderous sound sounded around him, and the trees below the shock continued to explode, and everyone blocked their ears, this is the ghost howl, and the ghost shouted out from the ghost king's mouth, and then grabbed it with both hands in the air.

The fluctuation of the strong crack shattered the trajectory of Jian Mingxu's long sword, the surrounding space became unstable, Jian Mingxu was shocked, his long sword had not yet reached his side, he was broken by his momentum, his body rolled, still unwilling, the long sword received his hand, and stabbed straight with one move.

"Junior, go down!"

The ghost king's claws began to get bigger, the green claws covered everyone's sight, between the sky, there were only two ghost claws, the wind and clouds surged, and the air flow was also destroyed by the ghost claws, the right claw grabbed Jian Mingxu, and the left hand also slapped towards Jian Mingxu's long sword, which was almost to the other party at all, it seems that the ghost king just tested with Jian Mingxu, this is the real strength, and it is not affected by Jian Mingxu's long sword at all.

"If you want me to go down, you can't do it!" the long sword pulled out three sword flowers and stabbed straight into the two palms that slapped at him.

"Whew!"

The long sword slashed on the green palm, and a burst of sparks flew in between, but it couldn't break the ghost claw at all, and the ghost claw shrank its five fingers, and grabbed at the long sword of the sword that was screaming.

"Click!"

The long sword was grabbed by the ghost king's one hand, and then there was a clicking sound, and the long sword was pinched into two pieces by the opponent's palm, and there was no way for Jian Mingxu to withdraw the sword to defend himself, but how could the ghost king give him a chance, and his right hand slapped on Jian Mingxu's head again.

The sound of breaking wind formed on Jian Mingxu's head, and his current long sword was also broken by the other party, and it was impossible to intercept this huge ghost claw with his flesh palm, the situation was very critical, and Jian Mingxu felt the threat of death.

The body burst back, and he gave up the attack, and his body began to retreat, dodging the palm of the ghost king, the power of one palm, so strong that he didn't even have the qualifications to resist the sword Mingxu, no wonder he said that he was going to kill everyone present.

Jian Mingxu's strength is not necessarily his opponent even if he is at the peak of the Yuanwu Realm, but at this time, in the hands of the Ghost King, he can't even catch a move, if it weren't for the Ghost King coming up and not having a killer, then Jian Mingxu at this time would have died a dead person.

But at this time, the ghost king has already made a killer, after the claws broke the long sword, the other one was about to pinch the sword into a pulp, and the surrounding space was firmly controlled by him in his hands, it seemed that the sword was retreating quickly, but the distance traveled was not much at all.

This is the realm of the Peeping Dao Realm, which can already control some spatial rules and restrict the other party from performing any martial arts, that is to say, at this time, the surroundings are already under the control of the Ghost King, Jian Mingxu is unavoidable, and the expression of death climbs on Jian Mingxu's face.

The pressure of a single palm became lower and lower, and Jian Mingxu felt that he was getting closer and closer to death, and his frightened eyes finally appeared, but his arrogant personality did not allow him to beg for mercy at all.

The ghost king's eyes showed a cruel expression, and a bloodthirsty look looked at Jian Mingxu, it seems that his ghost king's magic skills want to absorb the essence of the living again, I heard that as long as the ghost king has absorbed the person in the end, there is only a human skin left, and nothing is left, Jian Mingxu thought about it, his scalp was numb, and the frightened expression on his face was even stronger.

"Ghost King seniors, please stop, I'm not all the way with them, besides, the ghost king's predecessors also know that I am a disciple of the Lihuo faction, presumably the ghost king's seniors know the 'Xiaoyao Sword Hanli' of the Lihuo faction, I am the disciple of the 'Xiaoyao Sword Hanli', and the Xiaoyao Sword is also my master, if I die, my master will definitely look for you, and the ghost king's predecessors also ask for a high platform!"

When the ghost king's ghost claws were still a foot away from the top of Jian Mingxu's head, Jian Mingxu actually began to beg for mercy, and then reported the name of his master, so as to want to live.