Boom! Boom!

The ghost soldiers in this army formation stepped forward, and they moved forward in rows.

The shield wall pressed, the soldiers in the army formation took steps, and beyond the horizon, the majestic and monstrous tide gradually pressed in.

"This is the army of the Zhou Dynasty, the general has leather armor, the soldiers use stone armor, these soldiers have long since died, they are not human or ghosts, someone has put a spell on these people, this is the legendary ghost army!"

Chu Wangxian looked calmly, "After the defeat of the prince's dynasty, the generals under his command disappeared in the Chu country, and it turned out that they were martyred. ”

The thousand-strong army came in unison, and there was a suffocating feeling. Even if they watched through the camera, everyone in the live broadcast room also had a sense of oppression.

[I said earlier that the Seven Star Town Evil Heavenly Array is unbreakable, and now it's troublesome. 】

[It's just the same as looking at the tomb of the mummy 3 Dragon Emperor, I'm a little scared, do you feel the same way. 】

[All the same, my legs are shaking.] 】

Looking at the screen, Qin Fangshan's hands and feet were also cold.

Exorcising ghosts and destroying evil spirits, he can do it, there is no problem in dealing with one or two, and ten or eight should be barely possible, after all, the Daomen's method of punishing ghosts should not be underestimated.

But against the thousands of ghost armies, whether you use a talisman or a yin-yang mirror, or a slashing peach wood sword, you will encounter the problem of insufficient mana. Then there is only one word of death, and there is no place to bury it.

And now Chu Wangxian is facing the ghost army.

"You can't solve the answer here without crossing here. ”

A peachwood sword flew into the sky, spun in a circle, and landed at Chu Wangxian's feet.

Chu Wangxian held his right hand weakly, like a swordsman facing the tide of the sea, honing his sword intent with great sharpness, and put on a battle posture of one person against a thousand people.

[Daxian, don't you run away?]

"There are some things that you have to face if you want to find the answer!"

Chu Wangxian looked at the live broadcast room, and his mind floated.

"Today is just a lesson on ghost punishment, teaching you what to do when you encounter a large group of ghosts. ”

The live broadcast room was speechless for a while, and it was all burning buttocks, and Daxian was still in class. This Nima doesn't evaluate an excellent teacher, which is completely unreasonable.

"If you can't tell the difference between strength and strength, then I'll tell you the easy way. ”

"If you meet a flying ghost corpse that can fly to the sky and escape to the earth, exhale and summon ghosts. or an immortal demon corpse as big as a mountain and hideous in appearance, that is, to escape. ”

"If you encounter a ghost corpse like this, it's just an ordinary soldier!"

Chu Wangxian held out four peachwood knives with both hands, the four knives were as sharp as steel, and he glanced at them coldly.

"If you fight in a group, you can destroy as much as one person can deal with!"

Three hundred meters!

Two hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

Fifty meters!

The army formation was getting closer and closer, and the rumble of the chariot seemed to die in my ears.

Chu Wangxian held the four peachwood knives with both hands, stepped on his feet, shook his hands, and finally took the lead.

The sound of the four knives breaking through the air was like bullets.

In the middle of the military formation, the axles of the four six-horse chariots rushing at high speed broke, and the inertia caused the chariots to disintegrate.

The wheels flew nearly ten meters high, and the halberd-wielding soldier on the cart soared into the air, like a flying sandbag falling.

Twenty-four corpse horses were even more mad, rampaging through the military formation, knocking dead corpses into the air, crushing the bones to pieces.

"Drink!"

A second wave of knives shoots out.

Another row of chariots fell apart in a bump, and the military formation in front of him was like a monstrous wave with a few pieces missing in the middle, and the majestic momentum was immediately reduced by three points.

Everyone in the live broadcast room looked stupid.

Looking at his phone, Qin Fangshan's neck was covered with sweat, and his hands were cold.

"The methods of the immortals are really terrifying, with the power of the fingers, the small wooden knife is as strong as a bullet!"

Chu Xianren only made two moves, shooting a wooden knife like a bullet, and making the war horse lose control and kill nearly a hundred enemies, this method is too amazing.

The camera pans around.

Chu Wangxian actually continued to explain calmly, "Whether it is a ghost corpse or a ghost, the peach wood sword and spiritual blood are all ghost killing weapons. ”

He bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood containing spiritual power onto the peachwood sword.

In front of the camera!

The ghost soldiers lined up in formation, and the hideous faces were clearly visible, and these eyes flashed with pitch-black glow, and even frightened the number of people online in the live broadcast room went crazy.

Nearly 500,000 people online dropped to 400,000 in an instant.

It's late at night, and if you look at it, I don't know how many people will be scared to death.

In front of the battle, a vicious soldier who fell from his chariot came with a crooked gait with a spear.

Everyone in the live broadcast room panicked, just like a zombie with a spear on TV, killing with uncoordinated footwork on his left and right feet, disgusting and disgusting.

Chu Wangxian took a step forward, his eyes were like the moon shining on the sky, his right hand was raised, and his wrist moved.

"Slash!"

A cold light swept by, and a ghost corpse soldier rushed in, like tofu, and was cut in two by a sword.

The fragile peachwood sword, after being infused with Chu Wangxian's blood containing spiritual power, almost turned into an indestructible legendary divine sword.

Chu Wangxian estimated that although the speed of this sword was not as exaggerated as the speed of sound, it was powerful enough to break a small car in two.

[It's too strong, this is a real immortal!]

In front of the camera, Chu Wangxian, who was holding a peachwood sword, was even more like a heavenly sword, putting on a posture of combining human and sword to kill incoming enemies one after another, leaving everyone in the live broadcast room stunned.

"It's so strong, the human sword is one, the sword intent is like electricity, it's terrible!"

Qin Fangshan, who was holding a mobile phone, had a numb scalp.

He is proficient in the swordsmanship of the channel, and he is also a master of Tai Chi swordsmanship, and he has learned the swordsmanship taught by Chu Wangxian in the live broadcast room, but compared with Chu Wangxian, it is simply a difference between cloud and mud.

Chu Wangxian had an ordinary peachwood sword in his hand, and he actually cut ghost corpse soldiers like tofu, and the world's martial arts were only fast and unbreakable, and the speed of this sword alone was beyond his reach.

There is also the sword god-like momentum of Chu Xianren, Taishan collapsed in front of him and his face did not change, which he couldn't learn.

In front of the camera, I saw that Chu Xianren's eyes were as good as sword eyes, the sword was ruthless, and any sword seemed to contain the sword intent that cut through the sky, and Qin Fangshan's hair stood upside down, and he had goosebumps all over his body.

"If one day, I can be as strong as the Chu Immortals, although I die without regrets!" Qin Fangshan clenched his fists.

In front of the camera in the live broadcast room,

A row of shield-wielding ghost corpse soldiers pressed down like an impregnable stone wall.

"Boom!"

Chu Wangxian put down the peachwood sword, released the heavenly thunder and lightning in his right hand, and smashed it on the shield wall with a punch, and actually smashed the ghost corpse soldier holding the shield more than ten meters away.

His fist contains thunder and lightning, and his power is terrifying.

Chu Wangxian estimated the power of this punch, and there is an idiom called heavy as ten thousand, and it is no exaggeration to put it on him.

He has been reborn at the second level of Qi refining, and the power of each punch is enough to count.

After these ghost soldiers landed, their bodies collapsed, and the place where they were hit turned into black ashes, like burned paper, and was collapsing.

"Remember, thunder and lightning also restrain ghosts, and the power of the fist contains thunder and lightning, which can kill ghosts. Chu Wangxian gathered the thunder and lightning from the Heavenly Thunder Sword into his fist, making the power of each of his punches even more multiplied.

As soon as the words fell, Chu Wangxian's fist was like a mountain, and dozens of soldiers and ghost corpses turned into black ashes.

Listening to Chu Wangxian's voice, everyone in the live broadcast room gasped.

Guan Yunchang took the head of the general in front of the ten thousand armies, and the Chu Immortal Master actually taught while killing ghosts and corpses among the ten thousand armies.

They watched it with blood boiling, and they couldn't wait to come to the battlefield in person, and for Chu Wangxian's image of being like an invincible killer, everyone was fascinated for a while.

After a while!

The ghost corpse soldiers piled up on the ground like a mountain of corpses, and nearly half of them were actually killed by Chu Wangxian, at this moment, Chu Wangxian practiced the second layer of qi, and the strength in his body was endless, and he was still able to hold on.

Chu Wangxian estimated that there was still a lot of strength left, the strength of these ghost corpse soldiers was not even as good as that of the living, the joints were stiff and there was no martial arts, but the number was terrifying, but they were actually a rabble.

If it is such an ant, he can resist it if there are hundreds of them.

But Chu Wangxian, who was standing on top of the corpse mountain, frightened everyone in the live broadcast room. This is an ethereal and dustless immortal, and it is a peerless killing god at all.

"Whoosh!"

Chu Wangxian forgave his forehead, and the cold wind swept by.

The ghost wind blew in the sky, and these ghost corpse soldiers disintegrated one by one, turning into black mist, and gathered in the sky into the image of a ghost Jiao dozens of meters long.

The ghost Jiao is churning, like a real dragon driving the clouds, but its face is a hundred times more hideous.

[This is too exaggerated, Daxian, let's run away first!]

The people in the live broadcast room have seen the methods of ghosts and evil things, and they are instinctively afraid.

Chu Wangxian frowned and looked at it, if it was said that the previous ghost corpse soldiers only had the strength of mortals, but this ghost Jiao, who had absorbed the ghost qi of thousands of people, had the posture of a demon.

And this ghost Jiao has several pairs of white eyes, and it is obvious that it is the ghost that was shot and wounded by him.

Smack!

There were seven sounds on the ground, and Chu Wangxian made a desperate bet, taking out seven peachwood swords from the Heavenly Book and inserting them on the ground.

Burst!

A cloud of blood mist erupted from his mouth, and the peachwood sword stained with spiritual blood became more and more blood-red.

The seven spirit stones taken out of the Seven Star Array were taken out.

Chu Wangxian was like a fierce general, casting the Heavenly Thunder Sword, pouring the spiritual power from the seven spirit stones into the seven swords.

The seven swords flickered, releasing a blue thunderbolt, like a legendary thunder sword.

Chu Wangxian looked at the sky, the form of the ghost Jiao gradually formed, as fierce as a monstrous giant demon, he could feel the monstrous hatred in it even more.

There was a chill in his throat.

Chu Wangxian silently held his sword, and under the impact of the ghost Jiao's hateful aura, his clothes were covered with a thin layer of cold ice, and his whole body was even more cold to the bone, far less relaxed than what everyone in the live broadcast room saw.

His resolute gaze swept over a killing intent that had never been revealed, and this was the first time he had encountered a formidable enemy that was almost invincible.

Seven swords to punish evil, whether it is life or death, here is a blow.