Ye Ziyu took advantage of Yu Song's stunned moment, and quickly breathed in his body.

Fortunately, Yu Song's blow did not exert all his strength, and the long sword itself was very restrained against Yu Song's evil ghost true qi, so it did not cause any substantial damage to Ye Ziyu.

Yu Song stared at the long sword for a long time, but even with his eyesight, he couldn't see the strangeness of the long sword.

However, from the blow just now, it can be determined that this is definitely a rare magic weapon.

I really don't know where this group of people came from, as the leader of the Liang State's secret service, I don't know anything about this group of people.

The rumored Mo family ranger, the demon clan who has transformed but has not survived the catastrophe, and the mortal boy in front of him who is holding a strange long sword, what is the relationship between the three of them, and why did they come together?

Ye Ziyu saw that he was standing in place and didn't make a move, but he was also happy, the more time dragged on, the more beneficial it was for him.

As long as Chen Mo gets out of trouble, it will naturally be no problem to kill Yu Song in this evil ghost form at that time.

Suddenly, Yu Song, who was on the other side, suddenly raised his head and said with a cruel smile: "Boy, come and take your life!" His figure flashed, and it was as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Ye Ziyu secretly exclaimed, he could feel that Yu Song had locked his qi machine, as long as he made a move, it would be a crazy attack like a storm.

At this time, he held his breath, clenched his long sword, raised his vigilance, and kept an eye on the movements around him to deal with Yu Song's attack.

Just as Ye Ziyu was breathing, the sound of breaking the sky suddenly came from behind him, and the sound came from far and near, in an instant.

He had already taken precautions, and suddenly turned his long sword and slashed backwards.

This was followed by a muffled thud, echoing through the dense mountain forest.

Ye Ziyu was repelled dozens of zhang, and on the way, he broke several small branches with the thickness of the bowl, obviously Yu Song's blow, like Fang Cai, did not achieve a substantial effect.

It's just that this time Yu Song didn't give Ye Ziyu a chance to breathe, his figure flashed in front of Ye Ziyu, and a pair of hideous and terrifying ghost claws grabbed Ye Ziyu's neck directly.

His speed was as fast as a ghost, Ye Ziyu had just stabilized his body at this time, and it was too late to dodge.

In desperation, Ye Ziyu had no choice but to stab Yu Song's ghost claw with a sword.

Yu Song's hideous grimace showed a hint of sarcasm, even if a mere mortal held a divine weapon, he would dare to fight with his evil ghost body.

No matter how powerful the divine weapon falls into the hands of mortals, it will not be able to exert his true power.

This is like a child holding a knife and a man in the prime of life, although the steel knife is sharp, but the child is just able to pick up the knife, even if the man in the prime of life is bare-handed, the child will not want to hurt him in the slightest.

What's more, a qi refiner of his level, compared to Ye Ziyu, is like the gap between a giant dragon and an ant, and there is a gap between the two, how can a weapon cross it?

Therefore, Yu Song could already imagine that Ye Ziyu was instantly choked off by his ghostly ghost claw, and the long sword fell to him.

At this moment, the ghost claw and the tip of the long sword collided together, and Yu Song's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his palm back from the ghost claw.

It turned out that just now, as soon as the ghost claw touched the tip of the sword, it quickly melted like ice and snow meeting the sun, and most of the ten thousand ghost qi contained in it was melted away.

Yu Song's huge body quickly retreated dozens of zhang, which was different from the true qi attack, he wanted to pinch Ye Ziyu to death with his own hands, but he actually caused the body to be injured, although it was not serious, but it made him vigilant in his heart.

Because after retracting the ghost claw, while repairing the wounded injuries, he was surprised to find that the energy left in his body by the long sword was still dissolving his ghost qi.

Although this wisp of energy was weak, it made his heart tremble, just the slightest wisp of extremely weak energy suppressed his ten thousand ghost qi, as if he was naturally overpowered.

And this strange energy, he had only heard of in the legends of the old people, but he had never really seen it.

Liang and Cai border each other, with a territory spanning tens of thousands of miles and a population of tens of millions, but they have never heard of it, never seen it, and there are really people who can cultivate such true qi.

Haoran righteousness, all evils are easy to dispel.

Between heaven and earth, the strongest qi, the natural divine ability that qi refiners dream of.

Yu Song's eyes finally flashed with a hint of jealousy at this time, he didn't dare to underestimate Ye Ziyu anymore, let alone despise the sword in his hand.

If a childish man is holding a steel knife and cannot pose a threat to a strong man, then what if he is holding a magic weapon in his hand?

Ye Ziyu used the connection between his body and the sword to hook the Qiantian Qi in the sword to gather at the tip of the sword, so he could pierce Yu Song's Nether Ghost Claw and cause him some damage.

However, this blow also consumed a huge amount of his body, and the Qiantian Qi in the sword body was used less than once, I only hoped that Chen Mo could get out of trouble before his Qiantian Qi was exhausted, otherwise his life would really be difficult to protect.

After a while, Yu Song finally completely wiped out the wisp of Haoran righteousness that had invaded his body.

Immediately after him, he roared, his figure flashed, and hundreds of iron chains pierced towards Ye Ziyu on the ground like heavenly demons dancing.

A pair of ghost claws condensed into a pair of dark and deep giant palms, and they slapped towards the top of Ye Ziyu's head in the air.

Every attack is an absolute killing move, even if Ye Ziyu's Heavenly Qi is extremely restrained by ghosts.

But with the huge power gap, even water may not be able to extinguish the fire.

And even if the Qi of the Dry Heaven is more fierce and mighty than the Qi of Haoran, after all, the gap between the individuals of the two sides is too huge.

Therefore, there is no such thing as absolute restraint in this world, and in the end, it still depends on the strength of the two sides, and strength is supreme.

Ye Ziyu tried his best to swing his long sword to cut off the incoming chains and knock them away, but the huge palm print that fell from the sky could not resist, and he could only break through the giant palm unless he swung all the Heavenly Qi in the sword body.

However, if he did so, Ye Ziyu's cultivation recovery would be even more distant, but now that life and death were at stake, he gritted his teeth and made a choice.

"It's a big deal to practice martial arts in the future, and I'll save my life for now." Ye Ziyu thought in his heart.

Just as he was about to mobilize the Qi of the Dry Heaven and slash out the last sword gang, a crimson bead suddenly appeared in mid-air.

I saw that the speed of the ball was extremely fast, and it instantly collided with the palm print that was about to be pressed on the top of Ye Ziyu's head, and the two collided, and the huge energy that was wrapped in it flew Ye Ziyu out of the distance of dozens of zhang.

When he stabilized his body and looked at it again, he saw that the huge black palm print had been pierced by the ball, and the black energy suddenly collapsed, but on the ball, it seemed to be dyed with a layer of faint black ink, and the speed was much slower than Fang Cai.

Ye Ziyu turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw a white suit standing quietly on a cliff not far behind him.