The anger and madness of the ghost king black fang are born of fear.

When Yang Shou led a group of employees to escape back to the Peace Hotel, this long-planned trap was out of control.

No matter whether the ghost king black fang can kill Yang Shou today, under the background of the era set by Yang Shou, it is impossible for him to live anymore.

The swarming demon hunters, the enraged Taoist masters, the arbitrarily disrupted balance between humans and ghosts... will turn into a powerful backlash and rush towards the ghost king black fang.

He may have subconsciously noticed this, so he wanted to kill Yang Shou so desperately.

Even if he was gone, he had to get rid of the culprit who drove him mad first.

The black feather coat scattered some fragments of feathers in the storm, the irritable motorcycle, rubbing a harsh sound on the ground, and the roaring engine pushed the huge body of the ghost king black fang, pulling out a long black line under the rain curtain.

And the broadsword in the black fang's hand already carried a desperate and ruthless aura, thinking that Yang Shou fell straight down.

Yang Shou held the saber, ignoring the approaching broadsword, and did not dodge the motorcycle that roared and hit, the saber in his hand was flat, and then he suddenly used force under his feet, and the mana shook, and the whole person rushed towards the direction of the black fang, the whole person shrunk into a line, and the knife in his hand, as if following the crack on the canvas, cut the two colors in the picture, so that the colors of heaven and earth became so distinct in an instant.

This initial battle seemed to have become a kind of killing moment that immediately saw life and death.

At a certain moment, Yang Shou and the Ghost Slayer King did not distinguish each other at all.

Even if it was just instinct, he made the best choice.

This is a struggle of life and death, and it is also a struggle of courage.

In the face of Yang Shou's counterattack that was not afraid of death and was not afraid of death, the ghost king black fang was in a frenzy, but he was suddenly startled, and then he subconsciously pulled out his waist knife and blocked it with the knife in his other hand.

At the same time, he still had a hand, and he took out the hideous and vicious gun, aimed it at Yang Shou, and prepared to shoot the black gun.

As a ghost king, he has three hands... It makes sense, right?

There is a great terror between life and death, and under the terrifying threat of Yang Shou at this moment, the nature of the ghost king black fang, which is trying his best to hide, is undoubtedly exposed.

He didn't have the courage at all, and he really did such a life-and-death kill with Yang Shou in an instant.

So, even at this moment, he is still playing with means.

The seemingly complicated, vicious, offensive and defensive series of operations made him expose his biggest flaw, and the advantages he had accumulated were all gone.

The first is the collision of the short knife with Yang Shou's saber.

Because the ghost king black fang temporarily chose to draw his knife to resist, the short knife touched the long knife, and the force was far less than that of the long knife, and the impact was full.

Just a touch, the short knife flew out, and the saber in Yang Shou's hand took advantage of the situation, and this knife was aimed at the motorcycle under the black fang.

Only by lowering the opponent's speed can Yang Shou achieve a better advantage in the next battle.

The black guns of the ghost king black fang also rang out at the same time.

Boom!

The gunfire was like muffled thunder.

But it only hit the corner of Yang Shou's robe.

Quickly rounding up to the side of the ghost king's black fang, Yang Shou's knife was still slashing vertically.

The ghost king, the black fang, hurriedly resisted with his broadsword.

The surging broadsword slapped like a huge door panel, with a momentum like a mountain and a sea.

Yang Shou is not false at all... Fight against him.

The swords clashed and rubbed, and in the pouring rain curtain, a dazzling spark was rubbed.

At this time, neither one person nor one ghost could pull out their hands and cast any spells or evil arts.

In the case of a hand-to-hand handover, victory and defeat are often the difference between lightning and flint.

Even those so-called instantaneous spells became bloated and cumbersome at this moment.

When they staggered past each other.

The saber in Yang Shou's hand was still screaming, but on the black fang's broadsword, there were already a few more ugly serrations.

What's more, the strange motorcycle under the black fang seat has been cut through the fuel tank.

Bright red is like the fuel of human blood fat, constantly seeping out from the fuel tank of the strange motorcycle.

This motorcycle that seems to have a 'soul' makes a mournful grinding sound.

The Black Fang blew off its dashboard with a single shot.

Then he pulled back and stood up.

The tall figure looked down on Yang Shou, trying in vain to overwhelm Yang Shou in terms of momentum.

At this time, the impact of the entire army of ghosts did not stop.

Behind Yang Shou, the Peace Hotel was being destroyed little by little.

"Your turtle shell is going to be ripped off by me!"

"What do you think about seeing your hard work ruined?" The black fang touched the crack that spread from its head to its face, and then asked Yang Shou.

Yang Shou did not choose to pick up the lines of the original ghost king, but said: "With me, the hotel is there, I am it." ”

Black Fang sneered: "Death is on the verge of death, and you are still so arrogant!" ”

After saying that, the broadsword in his hand slashed down with a bloody wind.

However, the moment he made his move, the black fang already felt bad.

Because Yang Shou is not only holding a saber in his hand at this moment, but in his other hand, he has already held a sword at some point.

A wooden sword.

Although it is a wooden sword, it is carved by a master of the Seeker Gate after the hundred-year-old jujube wood was struck by lightning.

As the owner of Yang Shou Peace Hotel, it is reasonable and not difficult to get such a magic sword.

Thunder splitting jujube wood, also known as 'evil wood', is a first-class sacred tree in the mortal world.

The specific power depends on the age of the jujube tree, its spirituality, and the amount of power that falls from the sky when it is struck by lightning.

A lightning strike jujube wood magic sword, no matter how sharp it actually is, to the ghosts, its lethality is absolutely impossible to ignore.

The knife in Yang Shou's right hand was still the deadliest threat, staring at the black fang like a poisonous dragon beast, so that he didn't dare to ignore the threat brought by this knife.

And the sword in the left hand, and the swordsmanship run by the sword in the left hand, although it is far from the point of being superb, it can already be called 'amazing'.

Under the fall of the swords, the black fang was in chaos for a while.

Knives and swords, the black fang always seems to have to suffer at this moment.

Otherwise, he will be pressed tighter and tighter by Yang Shou, and the scope of his activities will become smaller and smaller.

The broadsword in his hand was a blade that needed to be wielded vertically and horizontally.

If you lose distance, you lose everything.

In an instant, Black Fang made a choice, and he directly crashed into the Lightning Strike Jujube Wood Sword in Yang Shou's left hand.

But he plans to directly use his right shoulder to directly resist.

In any case, he didn't plan to taste the saber in Yang Shou's right hand again.

The saber is the real culprit.

The saber that has killed countless powerful ghosts has already been psychic.

Dealing with ghosts has a lethality far beyond imagination.

A sword stabbed Black Fang in the shoulder.

The arc of heavenly thunder and lightning immediately burst out from the lightning strike jujube wood, blasting a big hole in the black fang's shoulder.

The black fang endured the pain, and took this opportunity to finally swing Yang Shou's saber with a sword, and took two steps back to distance Yang Shou.

"Not bad! There is progress! Yang Shou looked at the black fang and gave a word of admiration.

The black fang became more and more angry, but it also became more calm under the stimulation of the pain in his shoulder.

Then the two were entangled in one place again.

The use of swords, under the play of the two, can be described as a return to the basics, stabbing, picking, poking, knocking, spinning, shaking... In the simple moves, they all contain the most real and ruthless killing intentions.

Yang Shou is also in this difficult battle, quickly improving his true self.

In the past, he only knew and used the sword technique of killing the ghost king, but now he is linking it to his thoughts, transforming those things stored in muscle memory into his own combat wisdom and combat thinking.

Not only that, but his swordsmanship has finally begun to improve rapidly.

broke away from the barrier that once belonged to 'Ning Caichen', and had his own understanding.

The parallel of the sword and the sword is becoming more and more disciplined and sharp.