Holding the bronze ancient sword, Night Eleven jumped up and slashed towards the old ghost who had escaped, and the sword body was full of flames, as if it was cast from flames.

The old ghost who escaped from the ambush stretched out his withered hand, and blocked the bronze ancient sword with a ding.

Night Eleven already knew that this blow would be blocked, and his left hand clenched his fist and struck out from his waist, and suddenly, the flames hit the chest of the fleeing old ghost like a solidified fist.

This punch was unbearable even for a cultivator at the peak of the Jindan period, but the old ghost who escaped was not among them, he sneered, and his dry face showed a miserable smile, looking like a ghost crying in the eyes of others, which made people's scalp tingle.

Two streams of mist quickly poured out from under the armpit of the old ghost who had escaped, and Night Eleven felt the punch hit the iron plate, and the knuckles of his fingers ached.

Yuan Eleven said secretly: "No, the gap is too big, and we still have to use a number of changes."

Nowadays, every time you use the number of changes, it consumes a lot of energy, so that every time you use it, there will be sequelae - that is, the spirit appears in a trance for a moment.

The life-and-death duel between the masters is unusual, and the slightest negligence will be fatal, and at this time, Night Eleven is too close to the old ghost who has escaped from the ambush, and he has to be prepared for sudden changes.

After the old ghost who escaped from the ambush received the attack of the night eleven, he said coldly: "Although I don't know why you are different from ordinary people, death should be the same."

After that, the arm of the old ghost who escaped was shocked, and he swept Ye Eleven out, and at the moment when Ye Eleven flew out, the withered hand of the old ghost who escaped was like shuttling through space, grabbing Ye Eleven's neck!

As soon as the ancient sword in Ye Eleven's hand was erected, an indescribable aura erupted, and at the same time, a cyan energy spread out in all directions, and the withered hand that grabbed it was bounced back by the energy wall.

A pair of bright eyes stared at Ye Eleven in the sunken eye sockets of the old ghost, the space around Ye Eleven was twisting slightly, and he was surging with a vague breath, and it was these breaths that refracted the light around him.

Night Eleven's eyes are rendered with blue and red colors, as if they are in a demon, and the blood vessels on his arms are moving like earthworms, drilling in the flesh and skin, and his whole body looks strong and powerful!

The old ghost who escaped suddenly let out a crow-like hiccup, and he stared at Ye Eleven and said, "I'll just say how dare ordinary people be presumptuous in front of this seat, it turns out that they have some skills!"

Ye Eleven didn't say a word, his whole body was in pain, not that he didn't want to move, but his spirit was dizzy, and when he moved, he would reveal a great flaw. At this time, he can only pretend to be a tiger to deter and ambush the old ghost.

The aura in the bronze ancient sword was too heavy, and this was the first time he had connected this sword to himself according to the method Linglong said.

Most of the attribute values of Night Eleven have changed, especially the spiritual value and strength have changed the most, the huge spiritual value is not as good as one-tenth of the original, but the strength value has soared by nearly a thousand.

Yuan Eleven was afraid that there would be another BUG, if it weren't for Linglong's explanation, he really thought that there was another BUG, but the attribute value of the bronze ancient sword was very different, and there was a spiritual value!

"This sword has a spirit point!" Yuan Eleven exclaimed in his heart, "This is a living thing? ”

Seeing that Ye Eleven was in a strange state, the old ghost couldn't help but be cautious, after all, Ye Eleven had extreme speed, he looked down at the Sansheng Flower in his hand, looked up at Ye Eleven and said, "Boy, you can try the power of this Sansheng Flower!"

The three-life flower was pushed over by his withered hand, and the three leaves flowed with brilliance, exuding bursts of terrifying energy, and even the space around it vibrated slightly in the energy.

Sanshenghua's speed seemed to be slow, but it flew in front of Ye Eleven in two or three clicks.

If anyone knows Sanshenghua the most here, it is still Qianxue Musu, she shouted: "Eleven, get out of the way!"

At the same time, he hit the Sansheng Flower in his hand towards the old ghost who escaped from the ambush, wanting to interrupt the control of the old ghost from the Sansheng Flower!

But the old ghost who escaped from the ambush ignored the Sansheng flower she called, as if it was just an ordinary flower.

The invisible aura in front of Ye Eleven's body turned into a barrier in front of him, blocking Sanshenghua, he looked down at Qianxue Musu, and shouted: "Hurry up!" The farther away the better! ”

Qianxue Musu looked at Ye Eleven's different-colored eyes, her heart was shocked, and her body quickly retreated. Although she was extremely worried about the safety of Night Eleven, now in her heart, she already believed in this man who suddenly appeared in her world.

The eyes are the window of the soul, it is so, in the eyes just now, she seemed to see a strange soul, and at the same time, she also remembered what Princess Da Zhou had said, she retreated more decisively and farther away.

The old ghost who escaped from the ambush pinched the Sanshenghua called by Qianxue Musu, and said viciously: "Boy, die for this seat!"

Night Eleven's long hair was flying at this time, and when he came to this world, he had never been so angry as he was today. Without the need for several changes, he is like a weak scholar who is powerless, and this sense of incompetence makes him angry.

The matter of Qianxue Musu made him angry, and the deceased rested in peace, but the living people are completely different, some people like and some people are painful, and some people have bad intentions!

The complex emotions and distracting thoughts in Yuan Eleven's brain were stimulated by the bronze ancient sword, and they were magnified several times, and the seven emotions and six desires gradually swelled! Night Eleven's delicate face began to become hideous, love, hate, hatred, and other thoughts dominated him, and at this time, Yuan Eleven couldn't even wake up Linglong.

The old ghost who escaped looked at Ye Eleven and said viciously: "You are actually a demon!"

Behind the old ghost, there were bursts of miserable screams from the ghost painting, and one after another ghost shadows came out of the painting, and there were thirty-six ghost shadows, which surrounded the thirty-four black coffins, and let out a terrible cry.

The old ghost who escaped glanced at these ghosts, and suddenly smiled: "There are heavens and earth in the world, there are all living beings, people, ghosts, fairies, gods, monsters, and monsters, and beyond the eight clans are such strange existences as the demon race. I didn't expect that two hundred years later, this seat would meet the devil again! ”

At this time, the eleventh night had long hair up to the waist, flying wildly, his face was hideous and terrifying, even his arms were uneven, full of pus, and yellow and black liquid overflowed from his arms.

Linglong shouted in Yuan Eleven's head over and over again: "Young Master! Master! Wake up! But the original eleven didn't react.

Night Eleven's different-colored eyes stared at the old ghost who had escaped, as if he was going to break his body into thousands of pieces, and he wanted to swallow him alive!

Facing the demonic eyes of Night Eleven, the old ghost who fled also trembled in his heart, not to mention the people in the distance!

Qianxue Musu's face was pale, and he looked closely at Ye Eleven, who was already completely unfamiliar in the air, and the look in the eyes of Qian Zhengkan on the side was shocked and complicated, as if he was surprised by Ye Eleven's identity and worried about the future after the loss.

The entire hillside where the Ghost Xuanzong was located was enveloped in gusts of gloomy wind, and there was an indescribable solemnity.

Night Eleven moved, the bronze ancient sword in his hand burst out with reddish light, the red light penetrated the dim skylight, tearing the gusts of cloudy wind, and a large area shone on the hillside, at this time the mountain seemed desolate and bleak, as if all the life was deprived of where the red light passed, even the rocks and soil were no exception.

Night Eleven's throat came with a gurgling cry: "Devour it!"

"Hahaha!" Its voice was low, like a sleeping demon awakened.

"A sword immortal, you can't even think of dying!" The demon was roaring and struggling, and he roared excitedly, "This king has finally come back to life!" ”