Shout!

That sword light was incomparably bright, stunning everyone's eyes, and the sound of breaking through the air stirred up gusts of wind, startling the three of them to jump and retreat a few feet away.

"What people!"

One of them let out a loud cry and turned to look in the direction where the sword light was coming.

Footsteps sounded, and several figures slowly walked out of the mountain forest.

"Ancestor!"

Li Niang sobbed: "The husband is worried about the safety of the ancestor, and asks the benefactor to come to the rescue......"

"It's a helper!"

The ancestor of the Han family was overjoyed when he heard this, feeling the strong aura of the young man opposite, he said loudly: "Little friend Gaoyi, old man Han Feng, if you get out of the crisis this time, there will be a good reward!" ”

The other three sighed in their hearts, and looked at Zhou Lin with a brush, this young man had clear eyes and an indifferent expression, he should not be an ageless old monster.

"Humph! Boy, the old man advises you, if you still want to die, don't meddle in your affairs! ”

The middle-aged man, who was quite tall, thin and thin, with deep-set eye sockets, stared at Zhou Lin with a dead gaze, and the black light on his body suddenly flourished, and a huge coercion spread violently.

Martial Saint Realm!

Liniang's face turned pale, and her body trembled.

Huang Xiaoying's body beside her couldn't stop trembling, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, that kind of aura was too powerful, it was completely like it was about to drown her, and the Great Wilderness Sword in her arms let out a loud sword roar.

Zhou Lin stretched out his hand and waved, and an invisible aura enveloped the three of them, completely suppressing each other's breath.

"Don't be afraid, when you reach that realm, you are only stronger than him, not weaker, and you have the idea of invincibility, you can sweep all directions."

He was really a disciple, and when he saw that Huang Xiaoying's eyes were terrified, and his gaze became sharp, he was relieved.

The swordsman should be incomparably sharp.

If you are afraid, how can you sweep through invincibility?

With a cold gaze, Zhou Lin stared at the middle-aged man, unconcealing the killing intent in his heart, "Nosy? Not anymore. ”

Martial Saint is amazing?

Wanting to suppress and intimidate with his breath, he almost frightened Huang Xiaoying's pure sword heart, this is no longer as simple as meddling, he even has the heart to kill.

The middle-aged man's eyes were gloomy, a trace of tyranny flashed on his face, and he said substantially: "Hey, boy, since you have a long life, then let's die together!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a black sword light flew out in his hand.

The sword light was fierce, faintly carrying the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, and the ghost shadows in the sky rushed out of the sword light, and killed Zhou Lin and the three of them in a roar, actually wanting to completely devour and wipe out the three of them.

The Han family's ancestor's face changed slightly, and he reminded loudly: "Little friend, be careful, this person is the ghost saint of Mantuo Mountain, a bite of the Netherworld Bone Knife hurts the soul, it is very powerful, don't be tricked!" ”

Zhou Lin looked indifferent, and pointed with one hand.

Whew!

The sword light at the finger end was released, and the dazzling fairy sword light shone like the scorching sun, dispelling all the ghosts and ghosts, and the black sword light was like a piece of early snow completely melted by the warm sun.

Bite!

With a crisp bang, the fairy sword broke all illusions and hit the bone knife directly.

Click!

I heard a terrible scream from the bone knife, and a crack appeared on the body of Bai Huahua's blade, and the crack further spread under the destruction of the fairy sword's edge, and in front of everyone's eyes, the famous weapon of the ghost saint, the Netherworld Bone Knife, turned into a ball of powder and completely dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"No!"

There was still a sneer on the ghost saint's face, and suddenly his expression changed wildly, the natal bone knife was destroyed, his heart was seriously injured, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, his expression trembled, his eyes showed an incredible look, and the whole person flew out upside down, shattering a large piece of ancient wood.

Quiet!

There was silence now, and everyone's mouths were wide open, their eyes trembling, and they were dumbfounded.

Oh my God, what do I see?

The ghost saint's famous weapon, the Netherworld Bone Knife, couldn't stop the benefactor's sword, and it was completely destroyed like a tofu block.

Li Niang stood behind Zhou Lin and witnessed it with her own eyes, the shock was too strong.

The other two were shocked, it was the bone knife of the ghost saint, with many ghost powers, and there were tens of thousands of powerful ghosts hidden in the bone knife, and they were completely annihilated without making a sound under the light of the other party's sword, what kind of weapon was that?

They have a deep understanding of the supernatural powers of the ghost saint, and they can't stop someone's casual blow, this young man is too strong, where did this monster come from?

Could it be that some great sect is walking in the field of the Holy Son?

The woman glanced at the man who looked like an old farmer, and they all showed shocked expressions.

The three of them joined forces to barely besiege the ancestor of the Han family, and now there is an inexplicable extra teenager, who is so fierce that he will abolish the ghost saint with one move, then their situation will be precarious.

The ancestor of the Han family looked sluggish, and then became ecstatic.

Although he guessed that this young man was extraordinary, and he might be able to block the Netherworld Bone Knife, he didn't expect it to be so easy, and he could completely destroy the Netherworld Bone Knife with a single sword.

Shock flying and destruction are two concepts, easily destroying a superb spiritual weapon, how powerful is the strength of the young man in front of him?

It's impossible to speculate.

He was pleasantly surprised, but secretly happy in his heart.

Hanjiazhuang is not dead, with the help of nobles, the situation is reversed, and it is natural to take advantage of the victory to pursue at such a juncture!

"Hundred Flowers Witch, dare to lose your mind in front of me, kill!"

He roared angrily, and the secret treasure above his head shot out a brilliant flame from the fire beads, and immediately entangled the woman.

"Old ghost Han, I'm afraid you won't be able to be an old lady!"

Suddenly attacked, the Hundred Flowers Witch screamed, ten fingers flicked, from her fingertips spewed out of delicate flowers, those flowers flew into a thousand charming young women flying in the air, long sleeves good dance, different expressions.

The sky sounded the laughter of warblers and swallows, the fragrant breeze between heaven and earth, peach and willow green, there are plump people, and there are small jasper people, each with its own merits.

These young women are good at dancing with long sleeves, and the satin sleeve scarves are swaying, revealing a beautiful spring of white flowers on their chests.

If you change to a strong man, you may sink into it at a glance and can't extricate yourself.

In the midst of it, the ancestor of the Han family did not squint, and urged the fire beads with all his might, and every ray of fire rushed out, wrapped in a bewitching beauty and let out a scream, and finally turned into a piece of flying ashes and dispersed.

Spicy hands destroy flowers, but that's it!

The old peasant-like man rubbed his hands together, and his face was bitter.

The ancestor of the Han family chose the Hundred Flowers Witch, didn't that leave him to the young man opposite?

One move almost wiped out the ghost saint, and such a strong man was really something he didn't want to face.

Call~

The wind was blowing in the mountains and forests, and a black shadow was coming at great speed.

"Destroy my treasure, take your life!"

The ghost saint's eyes were extremely vicious, and streams of black gas came out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, a pitch-black cloud condensed, and countless vague ghost shadows faintly appeared inside, and the shadows were more than enough.

(End of chapter)