There are many ghosts

After Han Chuang devoured the sword ghost's martial soul shadow ghost, he obtained a skill that could create an illusory ghost behind the enemy, although the attack power was greatly reduced, but at the moment, the four maid women were concentrating on dealing with Liu Qingfu and Gu Lingbo, and the ghost shadow that suddenly appeared immediately interrupted their formation.

Liu Qingfu and Gu Lingbo glanced at each other, and they saw the joy in each other's eyes. The cultivation of the four maids is only in the early stage of the transformation of the Yuan, and the martial soul is just an ordinary crescent moon, which can hold on to them, and what they rely on is the art of totalization.

Now that the art of aggregation has been broken, the situation that was originally equal has now appeared a little tilted.

"Which master helps!" Gu Lingbo immediately thought of the swordsman who had sent a reminder and shouted loudly.

Unsurprisingly, no one answered.

Liu Qingfu cast her gaze on Han Chuang.

Could it be Xiao Hanzi?

Yes, it must be him! Who else but him would have such strange abilities.

Liu Qingfu smiled slightly, her palms moved like the wind, and the shadow of her palms covered the sky, shooting towards the green bamboo and red willows.

Bibo Qingling's palm plus the Shanghai Chao Martial Soul, Liu Qingfu's palm technique has both strength and change, between the moves, the connection is tight, tight, and the demeanor of everyone, Han Chuang, who is watching, nodded again and again, thinking: "Senior Sister Qingfu is really powerful, it seems that soon, she should have the opportunity to rise to the core disciple."

Seeing that Han Chuang didn't look at herself at all and only paid attention to Liu Qingfu, Miss Nie couldn't help but be annoyed, and shouted, "I still have time to take care of myself, do you still care about others?"

Miss Nie's move was angry, fast as lightning, as fast as a meteor, and powerful as a sword, if it was split, she would definitely die under the sword.

But how could Han Chuang arbitrarily chop her, her body shook, and she dodged this split lightly, and her right hand backhanded a sword from the left side, flipped up, and cut it horizontally towards Miss Nie's wrist.

Unexpectedly, Miss Nie had already prepared, flicked her wrist, dodged the sword, took out a beautiful sword flower, and stabbed several sword qi into Han Chuang's chest.

"That's it, it's impossible to win quickly. ”

Han Chuang shook his head and stopped attacking, as soon as the horizontal sword blocked, the purple light flashed, and a whirlpool appeared in front of him, and the sword qi fell into the whirlpool and disappeared without a trace.

Devouring Martial Soul is the nemesis of all external true qi, as long as it does not exceed the limit of the meridians, it can turn these true qi into its own use.

The two of them left as soon as they touched each other, and they exchanged a move without even touching their swords, and after jumping away, they looked at each other vigilantly.

"What kind of martial soul are you?" said Miss Nie, raising her eyebrows.

Han Chuang smiled coldly, his long sword crossed his chest, and said, "If I asked you the same question, would you answer it?"

Miss Nie said arrogantly: "Naturally not." "It's itchy in my heart, and I can't wait to know the effect of that martial soul immediately.

Han Chuang sneered: "Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself, even if you don't want to say it, then why am I willing to say it?

Miss Nie looked at the scene, the drums and horns sounded in unison, the swords and soldiers reflected the sun, the Yinshan bandits and the Qingfeng Pavilion disciples fought together, the mountains were in chaos, and she thought: "The disciples of the Qingfeng Pavilion resist the sea of people with a formation, but after all, the number of people is small, and the physical strength is limited, if you continue to hold on to each other, it must be my subordinates who have the upper hand, and now the only person I am worried about is the person in front of me, why don't I lure him away, so that my subordinates can let go of Shi Wei." ”

After making up her mind, Miss Nie glanced at Han Chuang coldly, and shouted loudly: "Master Han, it's too chaotic here, do you dare to duel with me in another place?"

As soon as Han Chuang saw Miss Nie's eyes, he knew what she was thinking, but he had the same idea; Miss Nie was only inferior in the number of disciples of Qingfeng Pavilion, and she couldn't bear to last, but it wasn't a four-elephant lock yuan array that could absorb the heaven and earth yuan qi and turn it into a formation, it was really a first-class fierce weapon.

He glanced at Miss Nie and thought, "If you know this, I wonder if you will regret your decision?" but he smiled on his face and said lightly: "Since Miss Nie has an appointment, how dare I disobey." He glanced at the cliff in the distance and said, "How do we see it at the top of the mountain?" ”

"No problem. Miss Nie said, smiling coldly, and unfolded her body towards the cliff.

Gu Lingbo and Liu Qingfu were fighting, and they heard Han Chuang's voice in their ears: "Miss Nie asked me to go to the top of the mountain to duel, I will lure her away, you guys will fight quickly!"

The two girls looked up, where was Han Chuang's voice, he had already followed Miss Nie.

Yin Mountain is said to be a mountain, in fact, it is more appropriate to call it a mountain range, stretching for thousands of miles, like a giant lying on its side by the sky.

Miss Nie and Han Chuang could go up one after the other, and the scenery on both sides changed from green mountains and green trees to snow-capped, and the more they went to the top of the mountain, the thinner the air became, but for the two martial artists of the Transformation Yuan Period, this change was simply insignificant.

Walking to the top of the mountain, there were no traces of trees, and everywhere was covered with a layer of sneering snow, Miss Nie came to a clearing and stood still, stared at Han Chuang coldly, and said, "It's here." ”

Han Chuang looked around, there was a vast white snow, the mountain col in the distance was covered by wind, snow and fog, and he could only faintly see a circle of outlines, there was an iron chain bridge between the cols, and the wooden planks on the bridge deck had long been resistant to wind and frost erosion, and they had disappeared, leaving only a few empty iron locks, across the cols.

"It's a great place to bury bones. He smiled slightly, his sword raised flat, and his eyes fixed on the tip of the sword.

Miss Nie sneered and shouted, "I don't know whose bones are buried." With a movement of the sword, the figure slashed into the air.

Han Chuangwei turned to one side, and the wooden sword led to the right, blocking Miss Nie's sword, and when the two swords intersected, he collapsed with a horizontal sword, slapping Miss Nie's short sword to the side.

Miss Nie is also extraordinary, with a horizontal sword, she gently pulls it, and uses her strength to take Han Chuang's body half a step.

Han Chuang suddenly saw a move similar to the Tai Chi Eighteen Sword Style of borrowing strength, and he was curious, smiled slightly, and said, "This move is good, borrowing strength to fight, it is somewhat interesting." ”

With the help of the ability to enter the micro, he had already discovered the mystery of this move, and his body leaned forward to turn the sword and knife twist, dissolving Miss Nie's borrowing momentum, and the wooden sword in his hand turned into a cold light, wrapping Miss Nie in the center.

Miss Nie's swordsmanship, sometimes smart and elegant, sometimes clumsy and square, seems to have the strengths of both families; when the spirit is extreme, when Han Chuang rolls the wooden sword, she also takes the opportunity to roll it, and the most ordinary move is "Returning to the Wind and Weak Willow", "Bang Dang" swings Han Chuang's long sword away, and then draws the sword and retreats, jumps on the chain bridge, and shouts:

"Han Gongzi, dare to fight me on the bridge!"

It turned out that she had seen that Han Chuang's sword was fast and accurate, his breath was long, and he fought a fair duel, and she would never win, so she wanted to fight him on the chain bridge with her smart pace.

Of course, Han Chuang saw that she had a plan in her heart, but at this moment, there was no reason to avoid it, and shouted: "Why don't you dare." He jumped and spread out like a goshawk and landed steadily on the iron lock.

This iron lock is only two fingers wide, hanging between two steep peaks, like a slender wire, blown by the wind, swaying left and right.

Han Chuang looked down, and the clouds under his feet were dense and bottomless.

"Suffer death!" Miss Nie shouted, the short sword was like a silver rainbow, and it was three points in one sword, stabbing at Han Chuang's three key points. Han Chuang used the kung fu of a thousand catties, stabilized his figure, raised his sword to block the grid, only to hear the three crisp sounds of "Zheng Zheng Zheng", the wooden sword and the short sword were staggered in the air, blooming with brilliant firelight.

With a touch of one move, Han Chuang secretly became angry, and thought to himself: "My serpentine instantaneous step needs space to start, but what is most lacking on this chain bridge is space, looking at her steps, but there is no space requirement, it seems that she can only win with a sword." The long sword in his hand danced, standing in place, fighting with Miss Nie.

Miss Nie is light and elegant, and her steps are subtle, even on a thin iron lock, she can advance and retreat freely;

In this fight, only the sword blade was heard, and both of them were covered by sword qi, and they fought more than 100 moves, but they still did not distinguish the winner.

Han Chuang thought to himself: "It's a little too big, the step and sword are one, on the iron lock, my pace can't be played, and my swordsmanship is also discounted, it is difficult to take her down for a while, so it's better to try the ghost." ”

After making up her mind and urging the martial spirit, a black shadow holding a sword suddenly appeared behind Miss Nie, and the green light flashed in the black shadow's eyes, stabbing at her back of the heart.

Miss Nie suddenly saw the black shadow behind her, she was taken aback, shook her move, kicked her feet, rose in the air, a milk swallow turned over, stepped on the head of the black shadow, turned out three zhang away, and stabbed Pingping, and strangled the black shadow, but in this way, it allowed Han Chuang to take the lead.

Winning the space, Han Chuang stepped forward like a raptor getting out of trouble, and stabbed her in the chest with a sword.