Lin Cheng seemed to have been coated with a layer of dead ash fiasco, and the entire city had been shrouded in thicker and thicker black fog, one after another cavalry died, and then the black mist was transformed into a knight of the living dead, pointing the sword in his hand at his former robe.

At this moment, Xiao Yu is still in the independent courtyard, and the secret guards hiding in the shadows have been sent back by him, and this mansion is empty except for Xiao Yu.

At first, there was a deathly silence, and even the wolf howl outside the city was not visible, but as the black fog became thicker and thicker, more than a dozen black shadows pierced through the black fog, and with the black mist on their bodies, they jumped towards Xiao Yu from the layers of rooftops in the distance.

Xiao Yu stood with his hands in his hands, his face calm.

"Buzz!"

When these black shadows were less than twenty zhang away from Xiao Yu, a black mist rose under their feet, all of them rose into the air, and then threw the black spears in their hands towards Xiao Yu together.

More than a dozen black spears with Dao Dao black qi attacked through the air, Xiao Yu did not dodge or dodge, and let these dozen black spears pass through his body.

Everywhere the black spears passed, Xiao Yu was unharmed, not to say how Xiao Yu's King Kong physique, but these black spears had no physical body at all, and they specifically hurt people's souls.

It's just that this time, they are destined to return in vain, if they are replaced by other cultivators, even if it is the realm of heaven and man, they will be in a hurry under this offensive, but Xiao Yu is different, when he was in the Molun Temple, he was once forcibly picked up by Mr. Weiyang Sword, as the so-called gains and losses, losses and gains, Xiao Yu can also be regarded as a blessing in disguise, the entire Zifu Zhihai entered a completely closed state with Mr. Fu's finger, as the golden dragon locks the jade pillar in the martial arts, in other words, unless it is done by the free immortal himself, he can't do anything about Xiao Yu in terms of divine soul。

Xiao Yu didn't care about the meaning of these black shadows at all, but looked in another direction.

At this moment, the wind and fog stopped, and although Xiao Yu's eyes were still dark, his divine thoughts penetrated through the layers of black fog and "saw" the green-shirted guest standing on top of the city.

The face of the green-shirted man was shrouded in shadows, and he couldn't see it really, and at this time, he was holding a hole flute in his hand, and he was also looking towards Xiao Yu.

The gazes, or divine thoughts, of the two met in mid-air.

Somehow, Xiao Yu felt that the man was laughing.

"Pretending to be a ghost. “

Xiao Yu snorted, held it in his empty hand, and a white-gold sword qi emerged from his palm, extending to more than a zhang.

The next moment, a white line was drawn in the thick black fog!

More than a dozen black shadows turned into smoke and dust under this white line, and then the black fog began to surge violently, like waves in a strong wind, churning endlessly.

Xiao Yuxu held the forty-nine platinum sword qi in his hand and walked through the fog.

The green-shirted guest did not mean to avoid, but took the initiative to release his qi and let Xiao Yu lock himself.

Under the entanglement of qi and machine, even if his eyes could only see the two feet in front of him, Xiao Yu clearly knew in his heart that the green-shirted guest's every move was even clearer than what he saw.

One step, two steps, three steps.

All the way to step nine.

As the ninth step fell, Xiao Yu let out a long howl, and the howl resounded through Lin City, and then the whole person turned into a white light, like a long rainbow running through the sun, splitting the black fog that had enveloped the entire Lin City in two from the middle.

Aman, who had completely solved the black shadow, looked up at Xiao Yu who had disappeared in a flash, and was silent.

Beside her, a frightened Dordor asked, "Is that ...... That's the prince?"

Aman glanced at him and smiled, "Yes." ”

Duoduo muttered to himself: "I haven't seen you for such a short time, and the realm of the prince is already so powerful!?"

Aman no longer paid attention to Duoduo, who was a little unconscious at this moment, and with a tap of his toes, the whole moment flew out, and after just a few ups and downs, he had disappeared into the black mist.

At the same time, Qiu Si on the other side also saw Xiao Yu flying through the air, and his body moved, floating in the direction where Xiao Yu was flying.

The black mist in the sky continued to approach with the white rays, retreating rapidly like the ebbing tide of the sea, and gradually revealed the true face of the green-shirted guest.

Dressed in a green shirt, with three strands of long hair, wearing a hat and holding a hole flute.

It is the king of the green shirts who ranks sixth in the frost list!

The ghost king stood with his hands in his hands, the dong flute hung beside him, looking at Xiao Yu who came from the sky, his lips moved slightly, and he gently spit out a word.

"Go. ”

The cave flute that was originally hovering beside the ghost king burst out of the air in an instant!

The wind passed through the cave flute, making a whimpering sound, and with this sound, the dong flute crashed into Xiao Yu, who was heading straight towards the city.

The sword aura is like a thread.

The cave flute is also a line.

The two lines collided, the hole was shattered inch by inch, and countless escaping sword qi fell, cutting this section of the city wall to pieces, and some places were directly pierced by the sword qi.

And Xiao Yu's majestic sword qi gathered in nine steps was not much left.

Xiao Yu, whose face was cold, stood in the void, overlooking the ghost king standing on the head of the city, no longer suppressing the remaining three majestic vitality in his body, and his qi went straight to Xiao Han.

In the next moment, Xiao Yu's figure fell suddenly, and almost at the same time, the figure of the ghost king also dissipated like green smoke.

There was a dull bang.

Xiao Yu slapped a big handprint on the foothold of the Ghost King.

The wall shook violently, and countless dust fell.

A puff of green smoke re-transformed into the ghost king ten zhang away from Xiao Yu, and with a wave of his sleeve, a mourning stick emerged from the black mist with a trace of black gas, and fell towards the back of Xiao Yu's head.

Xiao Yu strode forward, stretched out his hand without looking back, grabbed the silent mourning stick with his backhand, and directly dispersed the black qi on the mourning stick with the domineering Yi Xuan Ming Qi in his hand, threw it aside, and then slapped the ghost king with his other hand again.

The ghost king shook his virtual hand, and a golden seal appeared in front of him, colliding with the big handprint taken by Xiao Yu.

The next moment, a rapidly spreading spiderweb-like crack appeared under Xiao Yu's feet, and then this section of the city wall collapsed with a bang.

As soon as the ghost king raised his hand, the cuffs quickly became larger, and with the sound of rattling chains, a forest iron cable shot out from his cuffs, and flew dazzlingly around Xiao Yu, like a huge cage interwoven with iron cables.

Xiao Yu put his fingers together and gently sketched in front of him, and the clear qi on his body turned into countless qi swords, hovering around Xiao Yu's body, building a sword formation like a chessboard.

Xiao Yu lightly recited the word "go".

The rain of swords shot fiercely, with Xiao Yu as the center of the circle, attacking indiscriminately in all directions.

The sword qi fell on the iron cable, stirring up a sound like countless swords colliding.

Xiao Yu once again turned into a white sword qi, cut off a huge iron cable that ran through his body, and swept out in one step, approaching the ghost king within three zhang of his body.

A judge's pen appeared in the ghost king's hand.

Xiao Yu didn't dodge or dodge, slapped a palm on the forehead of the ghost king, and let the ghost king also point on his eyebrows.

The two of them each retreated more than ten feet backwards.

A little vermilion appeared in the center of Xiao Yu's eyebrows, and the red was dazzling.

And a less obvious bruise appeared on the ghost king's forehead.

Xiao Yu stretched out his hand and wiped it on the center of his eyebrows, and there was an extra bead of blood on his fingertips.

Xiao Yu pointed at the Ghost King, and the blood bead passed through the distance between the two at an incredible speed, but it suddenly hovered in front of the Ghost King.

The next moment, Xiao Yu used the witch cult's stand-in technique to transform the shape of this blood bead, and instantly came to the ghost king.

One punch.

This is a punch learned from Xiao Lie, which looks like five points, but looks like seven points.

The four Yuan Qi were all gathered in this punch.

With a look of astonishment, the figure of the ghost king was like a leaf falling in a storm, and he smashed through the city wall without any resistance, and flew out of the city with a bang.