"What means do I have, it turns out that it's just a mere sword condensing technique! Boy, you are too big, right! You actually dare to disperse your strength and condense fifteen swords!" Zhang Juhe was extremely excited when he saw that the black-armored warrior easily blocked the attack.

Although he was confident that he would finish abusing Wang Ming, Wang Ming had left him a deep psychological shadow before, so when Wang Ming used unexpected means, he still panicked.

However, when he saw that Wang Ming's new methods had no effect on the black-armored warriors, he began to swell.

Fifteen black-armored warriors, ignoring the golden spirit sword made of metallic spiritual power on their chests, slowly walked forward, step by step on the ground with a clang.

It was like a hammer striking on the hearts of everyone in the Situ family.

"Thanks for reminding me!" Wang Ming smiled slightly, and pinched the trick with his right hand.

Although spiritual power only needs to be used with thoughts, it can still play a certain auxiliary role with special fingertips!

With the completion of the fingers, the metallic spiritual power poured into the Golden Spirit Sword again, and the sword body not only did not increase, but showed signs of shrinking!

The Golden Spirit Sword is becoming more and more condensed!

As Wang Ming's right hand slowly pushed forward, a piercing sound sounded in the hall, and the sound of footsteps slowed down!

The Golden Spirit Sword slowly pierced into the chest of the black-armored warrior at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Wang Ming's smile bloomed, and this move was done.

Then he snorted softly, and pushed hard with his right hand, and the Golden Spirit Sword suddenly increased its speed, and it directly missed the hilt!

"What!" Zhang Juhe's smile stiffened on his face, and he quickly shook the spirit flag, and the black-armored warrior turned into a green light again and flew back.

"I'd be sorry if you had that little bit of means. Wang Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had done something insignificant.

In fact, Wang Ming is also very curious, there are many spells controlled by mental power, but for some reason, when he casts spells related to swords, he is particularly handy, as if he has mastered the sword system, while other spells have mediocre effects.

Of course, he is very happy to see this result, as a person with a swordsman complex, the more the sword is played, the better!

He also wondered if it was due to the rejection of the sky, but he couldn't verify it, after all, this sword was full of mystery.

"A hundred ghosts are in trouble!" Zhang Juhe shouted angrily, and a yin wind suddenly blew in the hall, and the spirit banner hunted and hunted!

I can't count how many green lights flew out of it, patrolling above Zhang Juhe's head, and Zhang Juhe's head reflected the green light, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Give it to me!" Zhang Juhe shouted, he didn't believe it, and all the ghosts detained in the conjuring banner were released by him!

Hundreds of powerful ghosts with mid-stage cultivation in the Resurrection Realm gathered together and made the Situ family look like a netherworld hell.

With Zhang Juhe's loud shout, these powerful ghosts let out a scream and rushed towards Wang Ming!

The majestic spiritual power frenzy, with a suffocating sense of oppression, crushed towards Wang Ming!

Zhang Juhe believes that in this case, even if you are a monk at the peak of the Resurrection Realm, you will not be able to escape death!

Zhang Juhezhi was full of pride, he was already waiting to see Wang Ming torn to pieces by these powerful ghosts.

"Fire Spirit, Burning Sky!" Wang Ming's voice was extremely clear in this scream.

In front of Wang Ming, a long sword burning with raging flames instantly appeared, this is a fire spirit sword condensed from the spiritual power of the fire attribute!

As the word 'Burning Sky' sounded, the Fire Spirit Sword split into two, two into four, and four into eight in an instant...... In the end, a sword curtain composed of one hundred and twenty-eight condensed fire spirit swords appeared in front of everyone in the Situ family.

The unprepared ghosts crashed into it one after another.

The sea of knowledge blessed by the power of merit is indeed terrifying, and after learning the 'Divine Appreciation Technique', Wang Ming's strength can already be laid at the peak of resurrection!

What's more, due to the strength of Zhihai, these one hundred and twenty-eight fire spirit swords, all of them have the power of the peak of the Resurrection Realm!

There is simply no such thing as a weakening of power due to too much dispersion, and the saying exists!

The screams of the ghosts were even more bleak, only this time because they were terrified!

The fire is Zhengyang, and it has a certain restraint ability for the ghosts themselves, and there is still suppression in the ranks at this time, which makes those ghosts miserable.

The situation quickly turned one-sided.

If it weren't for the spirit banner suppressing them, they would have fled a long time ago.

At this time, their hearts were extremely resentful, why would the master hand them over to this waste!

What they want to do most now is to turn their heads and eat the hateful guy who is holding the spirit banner at this time!

The moment the Fire Spirit Sword Curtain appeared, Zhang Juhe knew that it was over, and with the strong aura of the right eye, he felt extremely uncomfortable as a ghost cultivator who was oppressed, not to mention the group of powerful ghosts at the front.

Why! Why! He was not reconciled, he could get the favor of that adult, which showed that his talent was excellent, and he still had the spiritual treasure given by that adult in his hand, why would he still lose! And he lost so simply!

On the contrary, Wang Ming on the side of the sword curtain was much happier.

This is the first time that he doesn't need to rely on the unreliable "Encyclopedia of Ghost Arts" in his mind, and the key to beating a group of powerful ghosts is still the sword!

Under the thought, the fire spirit sword curtain suddenly collapsed, of course, this is not to say that the powerful ghost has the upper hand, this is Wang Ming's deliberate, if he tries to use these fire spirit swords!

Defensive offense, turn into real offense!

The Fire Spirit Sword turned into a fire meteor and began to intersperse the field.

The battle venue chosen by Zhang Juhe was also extremely interesting, and he fought directly in the hall of Situ's house.

Although the Situ family has a solid family business and the hall is also very large, no matter how big it is, it is limited!

If it was in an open field, Wang Ming didn't know how big a sword curtain he had to make to stop all the ghosts.

But in the hall, I'm sorry, Rao is an ethereal ghost, and there are many of them, so they have to be squeezed together, although the momentum of squeezing together looks extremely huge.

In the hall, one after another fierce ghosts were pierced by the fire spirit sword, and they had nowhere to hide.

Some were unlucky and even had a dozen swords inserted.

And everyone in the Situ family looked at the scene in front of them, and they were already dazzled.

In the end, the group of powerful ghosts turned into wilting light clusters and shrank around Zhang Juhe's spirit flag, they wanted to go back, the new master was too wasteful, and the outside was terrible.

Wang Ming beckoned, and the dense fire spirit sword turned into pure spiritual power and disappeared, and the heat in the air proved that they had appeared.

"Wang Ming, do you really want to meddle in the affairs of us and the Situ family!" After this blow, Zhang Juhe's voice trembled a little, and he didn't know whether he was frightened or angry.

"Nonsense, it's all like this, what do you say!" Wang Min tilted his head to the side.