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~Date: ~09/21~

Chapter 216, A Ghost (1)

And the "Ah Ghost", however, seemed to be completely unconscious, and could not hear the sound of gasping cold air all around him, and as if he looked at him with disgust, he still walked to the next sword and poured his strange Xuan Qi into it again. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Smack"

A moment later, another turquoise long sword was destroyed in his hand, the body of the sword shattered into countless cracks, and the "Ah Ghost" threw it under the stage as soon as he threw it away, smashed it into pieces, and he slowly moved towards the third sword.

Seeing this scene, the surroundings were silent for a while.

Everyone looked at the young man called "Ah Ghost" blankly, and even some people on the stage who were grabbing the sword and tasting the sword couldn't help but stop, looking at this side with a look of surprise.

Everyone looked different, however, none of them admired, and some people were a little excited, standing aside and watching the excitement.

At this time, some of the disciples of the Sword Worship Valley in the audience had already begun to have sparks in their eyes, if it weren't for the elders trying their best to stop them, I was afraid that they would have been unable to help but rush forward, and even some of the people watching the battle couldn't help frowning.

Doing this, although it is also regarded as a sword, but in the eyes of this disciple of Sword Worship Valley, who regards the sword as his life, it is undoubtedly the biggest blasphemy, this time, even if the Golden Goose Palace can win, it is estimated that in the future, it will become a mortal enemy with Sword Worship, which is extremely unclear.

In the territory of the Valley of the Worship Sword, destroying their swords like this, isn't this a provocation in person?However, everyone looked at the person sitting behind him, his face was indifferent, and there was even a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth.

He was dressed in gold, and the countless dark lines on his body, like the devil's face lines, brought people an extremely uncomfortable feeling, as if he didn't see this scene at all, and he didn't have the slightest intention of stepping forward to stop it, and some people couldn't help but move in their hearts.

This young man called "Ah Ghost", doing this, is only afraid that there will be someone behind, looking at the look of the young advocate of the Golden Goose Palace, he is obviously conniving.

A moment later.

"Click"

A golden giant sword, in the hand of the man named Ah Ghost, began to split from the middle, and finally broke in unison, and the broken fragments fell to the ground, shining dazzling golden rays in the sunlight.

"Ah Ghost" had an indifferent face, and there was no fluctuation in his gaze, as if he was an emotionless person, and he continued to walk towards the fourth sword.

At this time, when everyone saw him coming, they were like ghosts, and they retreated, and a young man who was out of reach was grabbed by him in the air, and a strange-shaped long sword with a fiery green monster pattern in his hand fell into the hands of this young man named "A Ghost".

He slowly urged the Xuan Qi and poured it into it again.

Under the high platform, on the stands of Baijian Valley, a delicate girl dressed in red suddenly stood up angrily, but was held down by a young man in ink beside her, attracting a sideways look from the people around.

The young man in ink has eyes as warm as water, seems to be amiable, only a few people know how terrible this young man is, he stretched out his hand to hold down the angry girl in red, and said very calmly: "Feihong, don't worry, how can my sword-forging technique in Sword Valley be so bad, wait and see."

Hearing the words of the young man in ink, the girl in red struggled for a long time, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from the palm of the young man in ink, and finally had to sit down angrily again, snorted coldly, turned her head, and did not speak.

The young man in ink didn't care, smiled slightly, withdrew his palm, sat back on the chair, and his eyes fell on the "ghost" on the stage, and his eyes flashed with a blade-like light.

But it soon disappeared, and no one noticed it, and it became like a young man next door again, steadily without a trace of fluctuation, as if there was not a person sitting there, but a soft spring breeze and a shallow drizzle.

Seeing this scene, those sect elders who were watching couldn't help but nod secretly, they naturally recognized who this young man was, in the entire Sword Worship Valley, there were only a few people who were qualified to sit here and lead this competition, and this young man was one of them.

- Worship Sword Prince, Yan Yuwu's third disciple of Shen Aotian, the valley master of Sword Valley, is the youngest, but the highest strength.

Legend has it that he has amazing talent, a body of swordsmanship, and has reached the realm of transcendence, and has recently stepped into the realm of top Xuanshi, and has become one of the top masters of the young generation in the southern border of the Blue Moon.

And the red-clothed girl sitting next to him is naturally the only daughter of Shen Aotian, the master of the Sword Valley, Shen Feijing, 'One Leaf Red Frost', she is the same as Yan Yuwu, and she has only recently broken through to become a top-level mysticist, however, most of her strength is built up by her father with pills, if she really fights, it is estimated that she will not even be able to reach half of Yan Yuwu.

However, her temper is extremely hot, if it weren't for Yan Yuwu pressing her, I'm afraid that she would have rushed to the stage at this moment to fight with that "ghost" for 300 rounds.

On the sword table.

"Ah Ghost" looked at the strange long sword in his hand, the whole sword was about three feet eight inches long, and there were dark lines of fire green all over it, like snake traces.

However, when he was full of infinite internal qi and wanted to test the limit of this sword, he found that no matter what, he couldn't reach the bottom, and all the Xuan Qi seemed to be sucked up, reaching a vast and boundless black hole, no matter how he input the Xuan Qi, there was no movement.

Under the stage, Mo Yuwu, the third disciple of Baijian Valley, who was dressed in ink clothes and was as delicate as rain, slowly bloomed with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, holding his arms with both hands, motionless.

At this time, the other people in the audience also saw the difference, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the long sword in the hand of the "ghost", when they saw the countless dark lines like tadpoles on the sword body, they all saw the extraordinaryness of this sword, and then looked at the ghost, under the neck, there was already a fine cold sweat, dripping, I couldn't see his expression clearly, the ghost mask, covering everything.

And people with sharp eyes seem to find that the "ghost" boy's originally dark skin, in the place where the sweat slid through, actually snaked out a thin white line, however, few people paid attention to these, they were more looking at the long sword in the hand of the "ghost", and they were all shocked, and now everyone understands that the sword in the hand of the "ghost" is obviously not a mortal soldier.

However, it is not necessary to say that this sword is a divine soldier, if the sword of the Sword Valley is so easy to identify, it will not be called the product of the Sword Valley, at most, it can only prove that this sword is not a scrap.

Ye Bai's eyes also fell on this strange young man called "Ah Ghost" with interest at this moment, suddenly, his heart moved, only to see that "Ah Ghost" seemed to be aroused by the sword in his hand to fight, he actually used some kind of secret technique at this moment, and felt a faint red light flashing above and below his body, at the same time, his eyes lit up, emitting a compelling blood light, shining on the long sword in his hand.

Suddenly, one after another, the blue-black, spiral-shaped Xuan Qi, with a trace of grass and trees, poured into the long sword in his hand from his arm, to a degree that was visible to the naked eye, rampage, not caring at all about consumption, and not caring at all whether this hard-won sword would be broken into pieces like the previous swords, but constantly urging the Xuan Qi to pour into the sword.

Long...... There was still no movement in this sword, and on the neck of Ah Ghost, there was more and more sweat, so that his pitch-black neck was full of colors at this moment, black and white, as if it had been rubbed by mud, and there was more and more white in many places, so that there was a trace of delicacy.

But at this moment, no one will pay attention to these, everyone's minds are on the sword in his hand, just when everyone thinks that "A Ghost" must fail, Ye Bai's eyes flashed, and at the same time, Yan Yuwu, the sword worship boy in the audience, suddenly stood up, with a pair of eyes, with a hint of surprise, quietly watching A Ghost on the stage, and the strange-shaped long sword in his hand.

At the moment when everyone was stunned, there was a violent sound of "boom", golden light was shining, and pieces of broken iron were scattered in all directions, and many people who couldn't dodge were hit, and a ghost cried wolf, however, many people just waved their sleeves and scattered it, and everyone's hearts couldn't help but move: "Broken again?"

However, the next moment, when they looked at the high platform again, they couldn't help but be stunned, and for the first time, Yan Yuwu, the sword boy, had a touch of solemnity in his eyes.

I saw that in the hand of the "ghost", a thin blue sword no more than three feet long, as thin as paper, fluttering in his palm, the whole sword was crystal clear, like a bay of blue water, horizontal in mid-air, shining blue in the sun, clear and intoxicating, where there was a little strange appearance just now.

And underground, there are still countless fragments remaining, which are the fragments of the fiery green monster pattern longsword just now, but those who have seen it clearly can clearly see that in the middle of these fragments, it is faintly hollow.

This sword, it turned out to be hidden in the sword, and it was actually a sword in a sword?

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and the ghost, obviously not expecting this situation, held this blue lake-like long sword in a daze, and the corner of his sleeve was cut off by those broken sword fragments, revealing a snow-white arm, slender, silky, like a woman's arm.

In the end, the young man named "A Ghost" chose this sword to step down, and the people in the audience had different expressions, and the young man who was the first to get this sword regretted not being at the beginning, and couldn't help but want to slap himself twice.

This sword was obviously obtained by himself first, but, under the strength of the ghost, he didn't dare to say a word, although he was obviously not the opponent of the young man named "A ghost", but now at the sword conference, there are many elders of major sects, deacon-like figures, how can they commit murder on the sword platform, if he is a little tougher and asks him, this sword should be his, but now, it has fallen into the hands of that young man.

Now everyone knows that this sword must be extremely extraordinary, just looking at that appearance, you know that this must be a world-famous sword, the people in the audience look at each other, and the gaze of the disciples of the Sword Worship Valley is even more complicated, who would have thought that they actually have this trick, the sword is hidden in the sword, if it is not a violent person like a ghost, who can see through it in the end, I am afraid that what I have explored is just a waste sword, right?

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