The boy holding the sword looked fierce, but in Sen Luo's eyes, he had lost the pride of the ghost king of the great rivers and mountains after all, and the one in front of him was just a shell. In the face of such a ghost king, Sen Luo still put on a posture of facing him head-on, and the flickering flames in the cave reflected the light under the eyes of Sen Luo's skeleton, as if Sen Luo's eyes were blooming. The flames also reflected a luster on the iron-colored bones of the skeleton warrior, and for a while, Na Sen Luo seemed to have directly increased several times.

This is actually Sen Luo's shadow, because of his demonic energy and fighting spirit condensation, the group of ghosts in the cave looks as if Sen Luo has become bigger. "Today's ghost king is no longer a ghost king. Wine swallowing boy, you have already died, the dead ghost king should go to the Buddha. There is no need to come back again. Sen Luo said calmly. Then he took a step forward and began to move forward, step by step and steadily preparing to include the wine swallowing boy in the attack range of the beauty under the Taidao Moon.

Even if Sen Luo was a sword saint, the demonic qi condensed into sword qi could reach several zhang and dozens of zhang, but to kill a big ghost like the wine swallowing boy, it was still the best within the range that the physical blade could reach. The drunken boy understood this, and he turned into archetypal ghosts in the midst of his roar, and in the midst of his roar, the resurrected demons had red eyes, forgot their fears, and rushed up to Senro. "It's still the idea of letting my subordinates consume my sharpness first, the so-called art of war...... I'm afraid you also learned it from that Miyamoto Musashi. Sen Luo scoffed at this.

"Didn't you think that letting me kill your subordinates one after another would make my sword intent continue to rise, and your fighting spirit would continue to decline, and finally be self-defeating? If you continue like this, you'll be slain by my sword! Senluo's double tone sounded, striking the will of the drunken boy. The skeletal samurai, dressed in a shabby barrel and with a shabby star pocket, stepped forward, and slashed out from top to bottom with a sharp sword.

The demons who pounced were directly separated by the fierce sword momentum with red light, and Sen Luo's knife momentum turned, and the attacks of the demons in the trembling were deflected one after another, falling on their own people - this is still Sen Luo's mastery as a sword master, between advancing and retreating, with the change of pace and breath to misjudge the enemy's attack and destroy itself. It's just that Sen Luo's attack was not so tactful, it just made several demons in front of him stab each other's weapons into each other's bodies, and then he directly slashed out with lightning in all directions, cutting off all the demons that rushed from all directions, including the top of his head.

Even though the Demon Technique of the Wine Devouring Boy made these evil spirits forget their fears and increase their strength, they still had a long gap between them and Sen Luo in terms of martial arts, and the evil spirits that pounced on them were quickly slashed. And as Sen Luo himself said, constantly killing evil ghosts has made Sen Luo's momentum more and more vigorous, just by virtue of his might, he has been able to break the demon law of drinking and swallowing the boy, and the subsequent evil ghosts have lost the courage to rush over. And now, a demonic black flame ignited on his body, and Sen Luo, whose momentum was like thunder, faced the ghost king in front of him.

Even if he is said to be just a shell by Sen Luo, the drunken boy still has his own courage, and he is more wild and ferocious than his subordinates. This time, the ghost king with great power roared, raised the big sword in his hand and rushed over. Whether it is martial arts or momentum, it is far better than when he used the iron wine gourd. However, in Sen Luo's view, "full of flaws! The momentum is down! ”

The sword momentum of the wine swallowing boy seemed to be a thousand knives gathering, and even the mountain on the cave was cut open by this demon to reveal a ray of heaven, and the houses in the cave were directly destroyed by the wind, and even the evil ghosts were cut open in the storm of demonic blades. "Your retribution has arrived." Sen Luo only said one word, retracted the knife with his hand, and then rushed directly towards the place where the knife was at its strongest. As if the red lotus was in full bloom, the entire cave was illuminated by red light, and then the red lotus was bundled into one, directly penetrating the knife momentum that slashed the earth cave to pieces.

The mountain was shaking, the earth was shaking, the mountain made a terrible noise, half of the mountain was slipping - it was a knife from the drunken boy, and the knife slashed the whole mountain diagonally, completely destroying the cave. After the shaking of the earth and the sound of destruction that resounded for dozens of miles disappeared, the sun was still obscured by smoke and dust, and the place of duel seemed to be dusk. Sen Luo's body was covered with dust and sand, and the iron-colored skeleton ghost slowly drew the knife, and after a flick, the long knife returned to its sheath.

The action of the wine swallowing boy had been frozen, and he held the knife in both hands, and the blade formed a straight crack in the ground, which was bottomless, and the length directly crossed the valley in front of him. The dim sunlight shone on the drunken boy, and he was also covered with dust and sand, and the big ghost was dazed, and a scar on his throat ran directly through the front and back...... The big ghost's breathing was like pulling a bellows, broken, and there was no blood flowing out of the wound, only black-red fire.

"I ......" a hoarse voice sounded, and the big ghost whose throat was pierced could only make such a short sound, and he breathed hard, but long black-red flames erupted from the wound and the mouth of his nose. The red lotus karmic fire will burn your body and send you to the Buddha for liberation! Sen Luo said flatly, and then he prepared to climb over the huge broken rocky mountain and return to the main road. Think of this as the grave of your stinking skin and the creatures you have slain. Demons don't need to have a tombstone. ”

It seems that the drunken boy still wants to try to say something, but in Sen Luo's opinion, he has returned to the Hell of Enma, the red lotus karmic fire has burned through his internal organs, and the resurrected ghost is dead. "It's already a dead ghost, so why bother." Sen Luo's words were still spinning in the air, and the body of the drunken boy had cracked, and flames erupted from the crack. There was no blood in the body of the great ghost, only the same viscous black liquid and withered internal organs as his subordinates......

Now the liquid was burning, and as the Wine Swallowing Boy was gradually consumed by the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, the Seven Orifices of his demon subordinates also began to spew black and red flames. Flames leaped, igniting shattered houses, igniting human skins and skeletons on the ground, burning their resentment and the evil karma on them. In the midst of the flames, many pale shadows gradually disappeared. After all, these evil ghosts couldn't say anything, and when Sen Luo turned over a huge mountain and collapsed rock, he could only see the fire in the sky behind him, and this was the last time of a generation of great rivers and mountain ghost kings. "It's supposed to be like this, and it's a time for liberation!"