"He admired two people in his life"

Yan Hong straightened the table, put down the bowl, and grabbed the chair and gently tugged it, although the chair was pulled down, the wall was also broken with a big hole.

"One is called Lin Jiu"

"A name is Yan Chixia" Yan Hong's expression changed, and her voice became lazy.

"Your retreat is over"

"Our cultivation is really flattering, we have both the Ghost Pill and the Golden Pill at the same time, and we can still practice one by one, if you don't cultivate, you won't be able to catch up with him."

"I'll cultivate after I'm busy for a while."

"I thought you would only serve tea and pour water, but I didn't expect him to cause a lot of trouble by observing so carefully, and it was time to run away. You go on, I'm cultivating" The lazy voice disappeared.

"The people he admires can only die at his hands."

The lazy voice suddenly appeared again, "Heroes cherish heroes, how do I feel that he is going to that ghost king"

Zhejiang, in the middle of the dense forest.

Ten miles of cypress were replaced with broken wood, leaving only the stakes one by one, bare.

Under the moonlight, the bearded man sat cross-legged in the circle of swords, meditating with his eyes closed.

The sword reflects the moonlight, shaking people's heads dizzy.

"Hey, hey, hey"

Strange laughter came from all directions.

There was a slight sound of "bang", but it was just the movement of people shaking their clothes.

The black mist condensed behind the sword circle, and the stinking black claws grabbed Yan Chixia's back with blood.

A sword flew up as if it was alive, and the sword turned half a circle, and the tip of the sword slammed into the ghost claws with a "clanging" sound along the black mist.

"Hey, hey, Yan Chixia, how long can you hold on" The strange man grabbed his palm and streaked back. Flash Dance.

"Hmph, enough to kill you"

Yan Chixia opened her eyes violently, drank "Prajnaparami", and sprayed a mouthful of blood in her palm, turning into a Taiji Yin Yang Fish.

The back of the hand is flipped and the palm is slapped open.

boom

A thunder pillar flew out of Yan Chixia's palm, and it was ruthless, like a thunder gun drilled in front of the stranger, but the "poof" hit the smoke and became a thunder flower.

But there was a flying sword wrapped in the thunder light, and when the lightning light dissipated, it happened to appear in front of the strange man's face.

Unfortunately, as hundreds of times before.

The sword passed through the strange man's body, pierced into the forest in the distance, cut off a dozen thick trees more than ten miles away one after another, and shot into a mountain cliff before disappearing.

If someone carries a lantern and looks close to the cliff, he can see that there are hundreds of holes on the cliff

Horses passing by can be frightened by the weak legs, the reader must be open to the heart here.

There are fewer and fewer swords on the sword circle, and the mana in Yan Chixia's body has been consumed to the extreme at this time.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey" laughed endlessly.

"Phew, I didn't expect to die in the hands of such a person," Yan Chixia spat blood unhappily.

"Hey, hey, hey" The strange man was still laughing, he teased Yan Chixia like a cricket, and made fun of Yan Chixia.

Seeing that Yan Chixia was more anxious, the happier he became.

"Bearded, how did you get mixed up to this point"

boom

It was as if a heavy hammer had fallen from the sky, and the wind was sinking like a mountain that had been pressed down.

The smoke gathered, and the strange man looked at the comer, and although he was still grinning, he couldn't laugh out loud.

The voice of "Dead City Lord" sounded hoarse, like a cat scratching the door.

"Oh, you've heard of me"

He slowly fell.

The wind swept away the surrounding trees, a foothold.

"Bearded, a little embarrassed" He Cheng looked at Yan Chixia, who was spitting blood and was seriously injured, and grinned.

It's rare for Yan Chixia to eat deflated.

"Phew, that's it" Yan Chixia was not convinced, grabbed the sword and stood up reluctantly, pulling off the leaves on his head, "I can cut him with a sword"

"Hey, hey, hey" The weirdo started laughing again, he didn't refute Yan Chixia.

No one will be angry with a dying person, let alone a defeated man.

However, his eyes were on He Cheng, and he nodded, "It should be you, it was you who went to the Ancient Sword Villa some time ago."

"You are the Shanxi ghost king who was just released"

He Cheng seems to be casual, but in fact, his spirit is as tense as a bowstring.

"Level 89 Ghost King"

can play Yan Chixia to a serious injury, and her skills should be above Zhong Kui.

"Yang girl, is it in your hands" The ghost king opened his mouth, two rows of shark fangs up and down, and a row of more than twenty teeth, which was more disgusting than a zombie.

With a flick of his tongue, he shook his sharp teeth, which sliced his tongue through.

Smack

Saliva mixed with the blood of his own tongue dripped on the ground.

The ghost king grinned, black gas flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and his throat made a "ho-ho" sound, like sharpening a firewood knife.

"Ho ho

He's already murderous.

"Yang Girl"

He Cheng recalled slightly, and the Yang Nu only had that Gu Mengxue.

At the beginning, after he took the Yang Maiden Gu Mengxue to the surroundings of the Ancient Sword Villa, he put her down in place, not caring about Gu Mengxue's life or death at all.

He grinned too, showing his zombie teeth, "It's me."

The ghost king's ideological power has increased greatly, and there must be a yang girl who has a relationship with himself in yin and yang, so that his mana can be greatly improved.

If he really let him get the Yang Maiden, he will also ascend to the level of immortals, and then He Cheng will really have only one way to die.

Bang

Following He Cheng stomped his feet, the ground was torn in half by the strange force, and he killed the ghost king in the blink of an eye.

The arms are straight, and the waist is straight as if tied to a wooden plank.

He Cheng was like that low-level zombie at this time, jumping four or five feet, pinching his hands down.

The ghost king bent his waist, his claws hooked upwards like an iron crutch, scratching and grasping the claws that hit He Cheng's smashing down, just like the high Fang Tian halberd hitting the low golden gourd hammer.

"Jingle Bell"

Polishing the bright spark.

There was another "boom" explosion, and the ghost king's legs were suddenly pressed into the soil, and he was half a piece shorter

He Cheng clenched his fists with both hands, although he used both knives, guns, swords, and halberds, and he could also use rakes and crutches, but his move to penetrate into the bone marrow was still a sledgehammer.

A hammer flattened the mountain

boom

The ghost king turned into a black mist and dispersed, and He Cheng's punch smashed into the air and fell to the ground.

Under the fist is a deep pit the size of a small pond.

"You can't kill it, hehe"

The black fog turned into a ghost king in the distance, and he decided that he was sure to win, and the zombie attack method was single, how to kill himself

"If you want to kill someone else, I can't. But kill you like this"

He Cheng turned around and disappeared, opening his mouth violently as he pounced in front of the Ghost King.

The black mist was bitten off half by him in an instant

"You" ghost king staggered and condensed the ghost body.

He Cheng's throat squirmed, and he had already swallowed half of the ghost king's body.

"Experience 200,000"

"Your set is useless to me" Although the ghost king turned into a black mist and was invincible and unharmed, but when it entered He Cheng's stomach, no matter what magical powers you have, you will definitely die

The ghost king, whose soul was damaged and his mana was greatly reduced, turned his head to flee, but hundreds of flying swords had already flown in, blocking his way.

"Hiccup"

One level higher.

He Cheng patted his chest with satisfaction, "This ghost tastes so bad"

scold

Yan Chixia grabbed the Xuanyuan Divine Sword and stood up, turned around lightly, and the tip of the sword cut a piece of spark.

The sparks splattered into the leaves of the splintered wood, instantly igniting the pile.

The fire burned from behind Yan Chixia, and the flames flew up a foot high, and they were already in the midst of the fire.

"Ahem."

The sword pointed at He Cheng.

"You're going to fight"

"I never thought you could become a Buddha, although you really have Buddha nature" Yan Chixia raised her sleeves to wipe the blood from the corners of her mouth, squinted her eyes and said, "This battle is not only a matter of winning or losing, but also of life and death"

"I'll wait a few more days, you'll die too"

Hearing what He Cheng said, Yan Chixia raised her head and laughed, and asked him, "You have to wait"

"Unequal"