Jack's eyes widened as he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

You must know that he is now in the form of a fully beastly mammoth, and even some powerful swordsmen will find it difficult to even shake their bodies, let alone repel them.

Underestimate this guy?

Although it was a shock to Jack, Liuma's breathing was a little rapid, and the rise and fall of his chest could be clearly seen.

Seeing the appearance of the flowing horse, Jack said: "Little ghost, if you can repel Lao Tzu, it can only be said that your luck suddenly exploded." However, just now, it really made Lao Tzu look up at you. ”

"Hmph, there's no need for you to talk this nonsense here, let me tell you, Jack, the real big move, Uncle Ben hasn't used it yet."

As he spoke, the sword pointed directly at Jack.

Seeing this, Jack was about to attack, but he saw the flowing horse dancing the blade quickly, and white sword qi suddenly came out of the blade:

"Wine Bottle Martial Arts - Drunken Jade Serial Attack!"

Boom Boom!

Countless loud roars, and the dust and mist that kicked off completely covered Jack, making it impossible to see his figure clearly.

Did it work?

No... Wrong!

Just as the Drifter saw and sensed that Jack was not dead, he heard Jack roar angrily, broke through the dust and mist, waved the iron whip-like trunk, and beckoned to the Drifter Horse fiercely.

Woo!

The drifter was caught off guard, and was whipped head-on on the waist, and fell hard to the ground, rolling several times before stopping.

Seeing this, Jack looked at the wandering horse that fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the elephant showed an obvious smug look on his face: "I just said, you were just lucky just now, you should understand now, right?"

Although Liuma's swordsmanship is strong, he is still flesh and blood after all, and just now, there was a strong pain in his waist. But even so, he stood up with his sword on the ground, enduring the pain.

"Oh~ Can you still stand up? What a tenacious man..."

Liuma raised his sleeves, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at Jack in front of him with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I said... Uncle Ben hasn't started fighting you seriously yet..."

As he spoke, the flowing horse's eyes gradually changed shape, and Jack saw an ominous shadow appear behind him.

What is that

I saw that the ominous shadow behind the flowing horse became more and more obvious, and when I looked closely, it was a demon more than four meters high, with a green face and fangs, and a mouth like a bloody tooth like a sword.

"Hell... What the hell!"

"Wow! What the hell is this, summoned by the swordsman? ”

When some members of the Hundred Beast Regiment saw this, their eyes were bigger than that of a cow, and they were all shocked.

And Drought Jack, who had experienced a hundred battles and even dared to fight the Marshal's ship alone, saw the illusion in front of him at this time, and there was a trace of fear in his heart: "Is this illusion really a ghost?"

Jack guessed half right, ghosts or gods, to be exact.

"It's... It's a ghost, Shakti!!"

"What the hell is this swordsman?"

The flowing horse stood in front of the illusion with the sword in his right hand, and in an instant, the sword body was ablaze, and it looked like a pillar of fire.

Seeing this, Jack didn't know if it was to hide his fear or what, and shouted: "Boy, don't think that you can scare Lao Tzu by pretending to be a ghost, don't hide if you have the ability, eat me a blow!"

With that, Jack lifted two pillar-like elephant hooves, and the hind hooves galloped towards him, and he stomped down on the drifting horse...

Not to mention ordinary people, even if they are swordsmen who have reached the level of swordsmen, it is difficult to block this blow even if they are armed with domineering energy.

And in the face of this menacing step, Liuma was indifferent, not only did he not dodge, but closed his eyes...

For so many years, in order to become stronger, my cultivation has been harder than anyone else.

Even harder than Captain Lei Yin;

When you are already asleep in the middle of the night, I am still observing whether my sword qi has the strength to cut mountains and seas;

When you are drunk with music and gold night and night, I also try to use the blade of my sword to cut through harder objects;

Thankfully,

I find myself strengthening every day;

But

but cannot reach the strongest;

Then, I finally understood a truth,

The power of a swordsman never ends.

Now, in the face of a formidable enemy,

I also had to come up with the results of countless practices,

And now, behind me, is the sword intent that I have cultivated and realized thousands of times, the sword intent of ghosts and gods!

This is my monologue, my name is Jianhao, Polon Flowing Horse!

The faces of the ghosts and gods behind the flowing horse became more and more hideous, and the flames on the sword body became brighter and brighter...

The flames of purgatory run through the sky!

"Ghost Qi Knife Flow-Emperor Shakti's Wrath-Emperor Fire Greedy Wolf!"

And Jack, with two elephant hooves in front of him, pounced on him, trying to trample the horse into a pulp...