The swordsman formed by the power of this martial soul is only eight feet high, and the undead general is shorter, Fengwu's body is like being inlaid and wrapped in the swordsman's body, the swordsman condensed by the power of the martial soul, as if it has become his armor, the body of the swordsman is the appearance of his royal ghost before his death, Fengwu with his own body, provided a bearing to the ghost, so that the ghost can pass all the power of the martial soul through his body, condensed, so that he can reach the level of fighting with Sima Wuji.

The appearance of this chivalrous man reveals a sense of antiquity, the power of the martial soul is swirling all over his body, but there are no hands, it is broken, as if he was tortured to death in life.

He's a swordsman with both hands scrapped!

But despite the loss of hands, there is a terrifying martial soul power, which lingers on this swordsman's body, and the whole person looks like a vicissitudes of sword soul from ancient times.

On him, in addition to the terrifying sword intent, there was also a tragic resentment, as if he was unwilling to accept his death, and immediately the resentment and hatred in the tomb of Emperor Wu were pervasive.

There was a sword floating in front of him, the appearance of this sword was just as broken, but there was a monstrous killing aura, and faintly, there seemed to be countless sword souls coming out of the broken sword.

Fengwu's royal ghost is the third generation of the lord of the Heavenly Tiger Mansion, in the memory of the Heavenly Tiger psychics of the past dynasties, he was the first kendo master of the Heavenly Tiger Mansion, and in countless years, he was worshiped by the descendants of the Heavenly Tiger Mansion, and even at the last moment of his life, he joined forces with the masters of other sects to kill the ghosts and gods!

His hands were cut off by ghosts and gods, and then he became a waste and disappeared into the long river of time, and now he appears in the way that the future generations resist ghosts, and with the power of martial spirits, he condenses an illusory body.

He is the third-generation lord of Tianhu Mansion, and his name is Jiaotian! He had the strength of a sword master when he was alive!

Sima Wuji was stunned for a moment, and opened his mouth, today's battle shocked it with immortal-level blood demons, and at this moment it was a powerful ghost who was as infinitely close to a ghost-level existence as it was!

The illusory body without hands, its shrouded wind and martial arts, his eyes were like torches, his body suddenly stepped forward, and stepped down, this tomb of Emperor Wu seemed to be shocked.

The appearance of the Heavenly Phantom was the condensation of the power of the martial soul, and the moment the Heavenly Phantom appeared, the Feng Wu General immediately felt that the power of his martial soul was disappearing rapidly, and the time that the Heavenly Phantom existed was within a few breaths at most.

As soon as the time limit arrives, the Heavenly Phantom dissipates, and the price is that all the martial soul power of Fengwu will disappear, and at that time, he will lose all his cultivation, and he will not have the power of the martial soul to recover because of his injury, which will put him in danger.

Feng Wu's eyes were blazing, this arrogant phantom took a step, the formation spread, and he came to Sima Wuji in shock, and the broken sword suspended in front of him seemed to be held and lifted by an invisible hand, and it was about to be stabbed out with a sword.

At this moment, the second long knife was like lightning, slashing directly towards this arrogant phantom, and at the same time, Sima Wuji's clay body was actually trembling, the crisis it felt at this moment exceeded the previous face of the blood demon general who sacrificed his life to the Void Spirit Son, and the arrogant heavenly phantom made it have a kind of fear from the depths of its heart.

It didn't hesitate, it just struck with all its might, and it knew that if it had the slightest reservation at this moment, the price would be the end of being destroyed.

At the same time that Sima Wuji slashed out with all his strength without hesitation, he gritted his teeth and cast the necromancy, at this moment it was filled with a large amount of undead breath, and the undead breath formed a complete skull crest crest, but at this moment the skull crest burst open, this skull crest is the source of its strength, at this juncture of life and death crisis, it chose to burst the source of power, even if its strength will fall after that, it is much better than dying here.

With the full explosion of its strength, the second long knife burst out like lightning in an instant, and the sword gang slashed out and slashed towards the arrogant phantom!

That Sima Wuji's sword gang approached the Heavenly Phantom in an instant, and went straight to its body, and at the moment of touch, the roar echoed, but the Heavenly Heavenly Phantom did not pause at all, as if it didn't care about the undead aura of the Dao Gang.

But although it is said to be the case, the power of the martial soul that gathered into this Heavenly Phantom is dissipating at a faster speed under the sword that condenses all the power of Sima Wuji, making the time of the existence of this Heavenly Phantom instantly shortened a lot, and in Feng Wu's consciousness, he can only swing a sword, and this sword will disappear as soon as the Heavenly Phantom comes out.

But this sword, even if it is only a small half of the strength of the Heavenly Phantom before his death, is enough to kill a ghost that has not yet reached the level of ghosts!

The broken sword controlled by the Heavenly Phantom emitted the roar of countless sword souls, and a large number of strong yin souls who died under this sword countless years ago appeared, swirling around the broken sword, and a fierce sword flew out!

"No!" A sense of despair rose in Sima Wuji's heart, and the broken sword flew towards it, giving it a feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai, without a trace of resistance, its clay body trembled, and subconsciously raised the knife in front of him, as if to block the coming of the broken sword.

Inside its clay statue, the breath of the undead surged, and the black armor resurfaced, forming a protective light shield on its body.

This is Sima Wuji's last means of preserving his life, but the broken sword that was haunted by the ghosts of countless strong people suddenly turned into a meteor, and as soon as the protective light shield was touched, it immediately shattered, and it didn't even do a trace of blocking, as if it didn't exist, so that the broken sword penetrated with the sword rays, and went straight to the undead general Sima Wuji.

Seeing that this Sima Wuji was about to be completely destroyed, but at this moment, when the sword brought up by the broken sword was about to be stabbed, he saw the body of the undead general Sima Wuji, and suddenly the void was distorted, and a figure wearing a black Yama dragon robe stepped forward.

With a cold snort, a five-star array of crests flashed, and a black crest appeared to converge into a black shield, colliding with the broken sword used by the Heavenly Phantom.

The roar shook the entire cemetery at this moment, and the black shield in front of the man in the Yama dragon robe of the Netherworld Mansion shattered, and his body flashed, and he grabbed Sima Wuji, who was already desperate, and dodged the residual power of this sword.

Feng Wu smiled miserably, and at the moment when the sword was blocked, the power of the martial soul outside his body gathered to form the Proud Sky Phantom, and the time had come, and the Proud Sky Phantom dissipated like dust.

At this moment, he also felt a huge anti-shock force coming, his body flew backwards, fell to the ground with a bang, spurted out a large amount of blood, his body convulsed, and the injuries in his body broke out in an all-round way, his eyes were blurred, and he had the feeling of being shrouded in death, he opened his eyes with all his strength, and only then could he barely see clearly the person in black dragon robe standing in front of Sima Wuji.