Chapter 352: The Tragic End of the Swordsmith

On the mountain road.

The sound of permeating laughter came from nowhere, reaching people's ears, and there was an illusion that the criminal who had escaped from the madhouse was not far away, and that he could kill at any moment.

Several swordsmiths behind him had already hugged each other, looking around tremblingly.

They had the impression that this voice was one of the two winding ghosts who had come to attack the Swordsmith Village and went on a killing spree.

"Okay, okay, which one are you going to start killing this time? Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

His voice came from all around him again, but strangely, this time his voice seemed to come from both directions, saying that the first half of the sentence was still in front of the crowd, and when he said the second half of the sentence, he had already run behind the crowd, giving people the feeling of being completely surrounded.

Ryuxia's gaze scanned around for a moment, and then his gaze naturally turned to the direction behind him.

Twenty meters behind him, a huge towering ancient tree was growing there, and on top of the branches of the ancient tree, a jade pot was placed on it.

"Po-"

It was as if the cork was being removed, and then from the narrow exit of the jade pot, like a fairy appeared, and a ghost jumped out of it.

His facial features are upside down, his body is ugly, the lower half of his body is completely left in the pot, the two mouths with his eyes are grinning, and the smile of excitement on his face is like that of a hunter starting to hunt his prey.

The two eyes on his forehead and mouth are engraved with the words 'Shangfeng' and 'Wu' respectively, which is the fifth of the upper string - the jade pot.

"Very good, sure enough, let's start killing with the swordsman first, I hate the swordsman of the ghost killing team the most, and it's this kind of handsome kid!"

The jade pot stood on top of the branch, and the hand with the fish flipper stretched out, and the index finger pointed directly at Ryuxia, who was holding the knife in his hand, and a look like a work of art appeared in his eyes.

"Hmm...... Where do you start? The corpse must maintain a certain vitality, otherwise it is not in line with my artistic concept. ”

Like a butcher slaughtering a pig, he began to look Ryusha up and down with his eyes, as if he was wondering how to start.

"Bear!"

But in the next moment, before he could think of a way to do it, a huge Yan Tiger was slashed out of his sword by Lu Xia, like a tiger out of a cage, and under the violent roar, it tore towards him.

Among the sword skills he had put together, Yan Hu's power was undoubted, but originally because of the need to condense the sword momentum, the speed of his attack was relatively slow.

But after comprehending the [Transparent World], Lu Xia completely solved this drawback through the fine-tuning of his own movements, so that Yanhu could send and receive as he wanted, and it could be released in an instant, and the power became even better.

The huge flame tiger, which was more than three meters in shape, was wrapped in raging flames, and knocked the jade pot standing on the branch out in one breath, and the violent heat almost ignited the tree in a flash.

"Kara!"

After the flame tiger dissipated, a ceramic white pot fell from the sky and turned into a pile of fragments.

"Wow! It's dangerous! ”

But the voice full of infiltrating madness came from the direction behind him, "You little ghost, you are so young, why are you so ruthless...... Well? Could it be that you're the ghost killer kid that Lord Wu Miserable ordered to kill no matter what? ”

Ryusha turned away.

The figure of the jade pot appeared on a mountain rock not far from the village chief, and the pot under his feet was obviously replaced by another one, and even the lines on the body of the pot were already different.

"Woooo

Knowing that the other party was making a sound, several swordsmiths reacted, and hurriedly hugged the village chief and the crow, and leaned over to Liuxia's side, the huge flame tiger before completely shocked them, anyway, knowing that he was very strong, it was over.

"It doesn't look like it's fast."

Ryuxia's gaze fell on the pot at his feet, "Is it through the different pots that the spatial movement is carried out?" ”

In other words, it is transferred from one pot to another, and the different pots should be connected by the blood ghost technique of the Five of the Upper Strings, so they can be transferred in different pots.

Just now, he should have transferred from that pot to the current pot before he was slashed by Yan Hu, so he dodged that blow.

"I heard that this little imp killed the sixth of the upper strings, and almost killed the third of the upper strings...... He's a tricky guy and can't be careless. ”

The face of the jade pot also lost its previous casualness, and became cautious, although he was confident in his own strength, but he also knew that the strength of the third of the upper chord was far above him, and even the upper third was almost folded in the hands of this little ghost, and he couldn't be careless.

"That's right, I'll show you this!"

The jade pot's eyes rolled slightly, and he quickly thought of a way, a wicked smile appeared on his face, and then he snapped his fingers, causing another jade pot to appear on the ground not far in front of Lu Xia.

Immediately afterward, he freed the 'collectibles' hidden in the jade pot.

"Jiang Jiang! Before you hit the road, please take a look at the latest masterpiece - "The Tragic End of the Swordsmith"! ”

Five different knifesmith corpses emerged from the pot.

The corpses were all twisted irregularly, and their limbs were bent at angles beyond ordinary people's imagination, a total of five Nichiren knives, each of which was precisely inserted into the knife maker's neck.

Scarlet blood flowed down their bodies, and most of the Fire Man mask on their faces had been shattered, revealing their faces that were either young or middle-aged, but without exception, their eyes had lost their color.

First of all, please look at the hand of the work! When I create my work, I deliberately use the calloused hands of a knifesmith...... It is arranged in the most conspicuous position of the whole work! ”

The jade pot introduced the distorted corpses of the five swordsmiths with a very complacent look, and the hands on the body, which were as short as tentacles, were clapping and applauding loudly.

"I used five swordsmiths very extravagantly! At the same time, the use of blades inserted in the flesh further emphasizes their identity as swordsmiths! The reason why these masks are kept is to reflect the ruthlessness and absurdity of the work! ”

Of course, these are all artistic techniques that I consciously use...... That's right, it's a work of art like no other! What do you think? It's a god's work, right? ”

The jade pot was very proud to introduce the 'artwork', and at the same time, it was also secretly watching Ryuxia's reaction.

In his impression, the swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team could not see them kill ordinary people, as long as the masterpiece he created was displayed, the swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team would definitely be carried away by anger and become extremely irrational, so that he would have a chance to win......!

"Huh? Why didn't he have an angry expression at all? ”

The jade pot looked at Lu Xia with some puzzlement, and the other party's face was unwavering from beginning to end, as if he was not shocked and angry at all.