Then walked in the direction of Wang Ting and the four of them step by step, the miserable white face with the eerie smile, at this moment, Wang Ting and the others couldn't help but feel creepy, and their cold hairs stood on end.

Wang Ting's back was already wet with cold sweat at some point, and at this moment, a gust of wind blew, bringing a biting coolness, and the other three were not much better than Wang Ting.

The ghost creature came to Wang Ting's body, and suddenly reached out of the ghost claw and grabbed Wang Ting quickly, making a "snort" sound, and the air was torn, if this claw was grasped, Wang Ting was afraid that he would be seriously injured on the spot.

At this moment, he also pursed the corners of his mouth, his muscles were tense, and the Yuan Force was already running rapidly, and the rumbling sound of the Yuan Force flowing came from his body.

Raising his hand, the undefeated king fist blasted out, there was no reservation under this punch, and the momentum was awe-inspiring, and even before, under this life and death crisis, his undefeated king fist was so blessed that his soul entered the realm of small success.

Before Wang Ting could be surprised, he felt as if his fist had hit a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, and that cold and chilling aura rushed down Wang Ting's fist to his body.

couldn't help but shudder, Wang Ting looked down, and saw that a layer of fine ice had condensed on his body at some point, and layers of black mist were swirling on it.

At this moment, the situation was extremely critical, and I saw that the ghost creature poked out another claw, and this claw even made a sound of breaking through the sky without reservation, and the ghost qi of Sen Ran spread out, enveloping all four people, Wang Ting vaguely heard a muffled snort from the other three, obviously having been injured.

Wang Ting held the Yunxiao Sword in his hand, and the vitality of his whole body continued to merge into it, the sword body suddenly lit up, the light shone, and a sharp aura rushed into the sky, and it actually dispelled the surrounding black fog slightly.

Under the sword, it collided with the ghost claw, and it made a sonorous sound of gold and iron, and the ghost thing actually strengthened the body of Qian Tianxiong in a short period of time, which made people can't believe it, you must know that Wang Ting's Yunxiao Sword is also a second-grade divine weapon, and the sharpness can be imagined.

However, the results of this sword made Wang Ting's eyes light up: "It is actually useful, my sword momentum can actually affect this black mist?"

"Could it be that sword cultivation can restrain this ghost?" Wang Ting has not fought with the martial artists of the Grandmaster Realm since he broke through to the Grandmaster Realm, so he does not have a clear understanding of his own strength, but the Grandmaster Realm is a martial artist who can communicate with a trace of the power of heaven and earth, and with the help of a trace of the power of heaven and earth, it is naturally extraordinary, if it weren't for the fact that Zhao Tianxiong was frightened and fled in a panic, maybe he could also block the three or two moves!

A sharp sword intent rushed into the sky, the vitality swayed through the void, Wang Ting's robe was windless, and a sword shadow faintly appeared in the void on his side, and the surrounding black fog faintly began to retreat.

Seeing this, Wang Ting was overjoyed. A cold light crossed his pupils, the unknown is the most terrifying! At the moment, although this ghost thing is fierce, but for a while, he can't help himself, thinking of this, Wang Ting also rose to fight, after all, everyone present who was oppressed by this ghost thing before was cold in their hearts, incomparably powerful.

At this moment, he was faintly restrained by his own sword momentum, without the slightest hesitation, the Yuan Force was injected, and the Yunxiao Sword was even more swordsmang, hooking a trace of the power of heaven and earth, injecting into it, and the Yunxiao Sword added three points of power.

The sword shadow flies, chopping and stabbing, the swordsmanship is simple, but it was Wang Ting's experience in the border pass back then, all of them are killing skills, if it is an ordinary martial artist, I am afraid that it will not be able to resist it for a long time, but now this ghost thing is like a body made of steel.

Each sword was like slashing on top of gold and iron, and its powerful force vibrate, and after a while, it fell into disadvantage. After all, the whole body of this ghost thing is like 10,000-year-old ice, and anyone who touches it physically will be frostbitten and their vitality stagnate.

After fighting for only a hundred moves, Wang Ting was completely pressed and beaten, after all, the ghost thing in front of him was far above Wang Ting in terms of defense and speed, and Gu Xirou and the three of them began to fight hard after Wang Ting was pressed and beaten, after all, only Wang Ting could temporarily contain it at the moment.

If Wang Ting is defeated, none of the four people present will survive.

Wang Ting's hand was in the clouds: "Hold him for a moment!"

When Wang Linglong and the three of them heard this, they looked stunned, and rushed towards the ghost with clenched teeth... At the moment of the fight, the figures of the three of them flew back upside down at a faster speed.

The ghost thing went straight to Wang Ting again, a distance of 100 meters, and it didn't even take half a breath before it exploded.

And this half a breath of time is enough for Wang Ting, the previous successive battles have consumed a lot of Yuan Force, and at this moment, the majestic Yuan Force in his body has been emptied, if it weren't for his special physique, he wouldn't even be able to stand on his feet at this moment.

The ghost thing appeared in front of Wang Ting in an instant, and the distance between the two was almost less than three meters, and at this distance, as long as the ghost thing shot again, it could easily kill Wang Ting.

It's a pity that Wang Ting didn't give it this chance. At this moment, its complexion finally changed, and there was a hint of fear. It was only because a peerless sword intent came out of Wang Ting's body, and the black mist within five meters centered on Wang Ting was expelled, and at the same time as the sword intent appeared, the black mist began to retreat quickly like a mouse that saw a cat.

And the ghost creature is also like carrying a mountain forward at this moment, letting out a terrible roar. In the cold and cold eyes, there was a humanized blood light at this moment, and the blood and tears in the eyes were flowing all over the face, and the face became more and more hideous and terrifying. But under the pressure of this sword intent, the body was difficult to move.

The sword intent soared into the sky, piercing the sky, causing the wind and thunder to roar, at this moment, Wang Ting actually used the cultivation of the Grandmaster Realm to attract the celestial phenomena, you must know! This is what only the powerhouses of the King Realm can do!

Zhao Feiying's expression was sluggish, a little incredulous, and Gu Xi's soft eyes also showed surprise, she had never seen this kind of swordsmanship.

As for Wang Linglong, she has long guessed in her heart.

"Slash the sky and draw the sword!" A brilliant sword light suddenly bloomed from this darkness, as if lighting up thousands of rivers, mountains and rivers, like that ghost thing slashed past.

Along the way, wherever the sword light went, the stone slabs on the ground cracked inch by inch, countless black mist retreated, and there was a "poof" sound in the void, and the space had been cut through, and it slashed at the ghost in the blink of an eye.

"Huh!" An extremely miserable and sharp roar came out, and the eardrums of several people who were stabbed were hot and dripping blood, and Wang Ting's body also shook in place at this moment and said urgently: "Hurry up!"

The four of them turned around and fled, away from the black fog.

"Cousin, isn't that thing dead yet?" The four of them escaped on the way for dozens of miles, Wang Linglong's tense expression was soothed, and then he gasped and asked.

Gu Xirou and Zhao Feiying also looked happy for the rest of their lives, after all, so many people died, and only the four of them survived, and it was impossible to tell whether it was luck or misfortune.

"That sword... I'm afraid I can't kill him. Wang Ting shook his head slightly, and as soon as he escaped from the black smoke, the storage ring could be opened, as if the power of the evil intent before had dissipated.

On the way, Wang Ting had already taken out the elixir to restore Yuan Li and threw it to the three of them, at this moment Wang Ting's face finally looked a little better, but it was still pale.

"I really didn't expect to encounter such a ghost thing on this trip. Wang Ting was also glad that he survived.

"However, my cultivation has obviously reached the Grandmaster realm, why do you use this... Will the Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing Technique drain all the Yuan Force in my body?" Wang Ting was puzzled, but then pressed down.

"Cousin, I always feel that this place is not safe, let's continue to hurry, and strive to rush back to the sect before dark to inform my uncle!" Wang Linglong's face turned pale, don't talk about Wang Linglong and Gu Xirou in this scene she experienced before.

Even Wang Ting was frightened, after all, this thing probably really only exists in legends, and it is unheard of.