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A kind of reborn change, where it is in the body, it seems to give birth to an eternal divine furnace, and the red divine fire is burning.

At the same time, many realizations also came to his mind in an instant, this was a realization that Shi Kong had not dared to imagine before, and all of them appeared in his mind after he exchanged the power of the Ten Breaths of Great Perfection from the Ancient God Domain.

With only a slight shock, the power that had originally imprisoned his physical body shattered, and in front of him, the ghost mist snorted lightly, sensing that something was wrong, and at this time, Shikong raised his head, and two dazzling purple sword lights were like lightning, instantly tearing the air and slashing at the dense black mist.

Burst!

The layers of black mist were split in two like defeats, and a slip of black blood splashed several feet high.

"You've hurt me again! Damn! You've hurt me again! How can you get rid of the confines of the ghost lamp, how did you do it! Damn! I'm going to scatter your soul and never be able to live forever!"

The black fog broke through, and finally revealed that the storage zài in it was actually a middle-aged man like a human race, but his eyes were scarlet like blood, and there was a nine-inch long, pitch-black single horn on the top of his head.

"Forbidden!"

The middle-aged ghost clan roared violently, and a strong yin qi roared out, and on the top of Shi Kong's head, the ink-like ghost lamp suddenly gave birth to an induction, emitting a faint black light, and fell towards the town above Shi Kong's head again.

The white hair was lightly raised, Shi Kong's eyes were calm, and at this moment he had an invincible self-confidence.

"Is it a bluff, ghost lamp, suck his blood and essence dry for me!" The middle-aged ghost clan inhaled, revealing his inch-long hideous fangs, and a strong momentum rose up.

Seeing the ghost lamp falling, only three feet above his head, a sneer appeared on the corner of Shi Kong's mouth.

Boom!

There was a sword roar, and a purple sword light was like electricity.

Boom!

The ghost lamp shook violently, and was cut off by life, the middle-aged ghost clan snorted, the ghost lamp was connected to his mind, and the sudden change he didn't expect, he clearly felt that there was a faint crack on the ghost lamp.

"Impossible, your cultivation, your swordsmanship, how can it skyrocket so much at once!"

The middle-aged ghost clan was incredulous, but quickly showed a sneer: "Now, you really provoke me, I will let you understand that the existence of the ghost fire is not something that you can disobey as a teenager at all, I will pinch your muscles and bones inch by inch, and let you die in endless pain!"

"Kill!"

The middle-aged ghost clan shouted angrily, stretched out his hand and made a move, the void rippled, and a mouthful of blood-colored ghost head knife turned into reality and fell into the palm of his hand.

One step at a time, the distance of more than ten zhang was crossed in an instant, the ghost head knife fell, and a miserable green ghost fire was born on it, the air was like a cracked silk, there were ghosts crying wolf howls, and a pale wave of air spread.

And eight breaths!

Shi Kong stepped forward, almost blessed to the soul, and the bright moon sword was in hand, like a purple lightning across the sky.

This is the thundering sword technique, in Shi Kong's many comprehensions at this time, it is already a top sword technique that is not inferior to the Qinglian sword technique, his sword is like electricity, such as shuttling in layers of thunderclouds, the sword roar is like thunder, the sword light is like lightning, and in the divine furnace, there is a wisp of red divine fire poured into the bright moon sword along the arm.

Laugh at!

In an instant, with a soft sound, a purple-red sword qi that was nine inches long spit out from the tip of the Mingyue Sword, accompanied by a fierce sword momentum, like a thunderbolt, towards the middle-aged ghost clan.

Bell!

Countless sparks burst out, swords intersected, and each collision was like an iron bell, and a fierce wind swept away, and the rocks flew and the dust flew like a sandstorm.

The middle-aged ghost clan kept retreating, his blood-colored pupils showed a look of shock, he felt a huge pressure, the opponent's sword power was too heavy, the four-foot-three-inch long sword was not only faster than lightning, but also heavier than a hundred stones, every time he fought, it was like a huge rock falling down, shaking his muscles and bones.

The most important thing is that the other party's sword momentum is shrouded, with the strong spiritual will of his ghost clan, he can't help but give birth to a sense of imprisonment, it seems that the air around him has become viscous, in fact, he does feel a force of oppression from all directions, such a sword momentum is not just comprehended at all, it is already almost substantial.

"Turn the virtual into reality, and the sword momentum is small!"

The middle-aged ghost clan was shocked, has this young man's kendo talent actually reached such an amazing situation?

However, at the moment, he had to fight, the opponent's sword momentum was like thunder, the speed of the sword was like a thunderbolt, there was no chance to retreat at all, and even his ghost head knife was screaming, the ghost fire on the blade was like spring and white snow, almost melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scorching aura emitted by the purple-red sword qi was masculine, and it was even more sharp, which was precisely his nemesis of the yin qi ghost fire.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of moves, and the middle-aged ghost clan was bitter in his heart, the other party's sword momentum was too magnificent, and if it continued like this, he would most likely become a revenant under the sword.

The sixth breath!

Burst!

Finally, the middle-aged ghost clan coughed up blood, the dark ghost blood hung on his mouth, his whole body was bruised, his blood-colored eyes were angry, and the tiger's mouth holding the ghost head knife also cracked, unable to withstand the sword power of Shikong.

Shout!

Shi Kong swung his sword again, and the body of the Mingyue Sword was densely covered with purple and red sword qi, but this sword was cut into the air, and the middle-aged ghost clan seemed to turn into several ghost shadows, which scattered at once, and condensed several zhang away.

"I remember you, the next ghost night, the deity wants the Qinglian family chicken dog not to stay!"

The middle-aged ghost clan had a hideous face, but the ghost blood at the corner of his mouth continued to overflow, just in order to get rid of Shikong's sword momentum, he performed a magic martial level ghost shadow step, but this footwork is very demanding for the physical body, he forcibly cast, and immediately drained nearly half of the ghost power and qi and blood, in the face of Shikong at this time, he no longer has the strength to fight again.

Call!

In the eighth breath, the middle-aged ghost clan's body was like a ghost, turning into a ghost wind and galloping towards the outside of the cave.

"Are you okay?"

Shi Kong muttered, a fierce killing intent emanating from the depths of his pupils, the Qinglian clan has a great grace to him to pass on his art and live, and even just because of the difference between humans and ghosts, it is impossible for him to turn a blind eye, such a race is a profound disaster for the human race.

Ninth breath!

Shi Kong slowly closed his eyes, and the sword light of the bright moon sword in his hand became more and more intense, as if it had turned into a purple-red bright moon, and it seemed like a purple-red sword lotus in full bloom.

Airplanes!

The sound of a sword was long and loud, and even came out of the cave, resounding throughout the ghostly col.

At this moment, Shikong fell into an inexplicable sword realm, he seemed to see thunderclouds all over the sky, there was purple lightning across the sky, thunder for nine days, under the thunderclouds, stormy waves, chaotic rocks pierced the air, and a purple lotus bloomed in the angry tide.

Tenth breath!

Almost involuntarily, the Bright Moon Sword in his hand was raised, drawing an inexplicable trajectory in mid-air, and even the sword body rubbed the air, giving birth to countless fine silver electric light.

Recite!

With a faint sword groan, an indescribable astonishing sword momentum rose from Shi Kong's body, and in an instant, dozens of zhang away, the middle-aged ghost clan was like a lightning strike, and the whole person was frozen in mid-air.

"Fawu Sword Style!"

The middle-aged ghost clan spoke with difficulty, frightened, this sword is too amazing, the sword momentum is volleying, like thunder and lightning, making him numb, as if there are two mountains on his shoulders, and all the strength and blood of the ghost are frozen.

Thundered!

The next moment, Shi Kong took out the sword, the Mingyue Sword slashed down from afar, and a foot-long purple-red sword qi actually broke away from the sword body, like a flash of lightning, and like a lotus leaf, shooting towards the middle-aged ghost clan.

Whew!

The air was torn apart in an instant, opening up a narrow vacuum sword path, the middle-aged ghost clan roared angrily, full of ghostly energy, he tried his best to shake off the sword restraints, turned around with difficulty, and the ghost head knife slashed down in the air.

Time seemed to be as long as tens of millions of years had passed, and in the blood-colored pupils of the middle-aged ghost clan, the purple-red sword qi gradually expanded, as if it turned into a purple lotus that connected the sky, towering into the nine heavens, and the sword qi was like electricity, falling from the lotus stamen, pouring down the eight desolations.

Burst!

With a soft sound, the middle-aged ghost clan did not move, and his eyes were fixed on the stone sky in the distance, as if he wanted to imprint this figure in his mind forever. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections, this chapter was written for more than four hours!Ten steps remembered the days when I wrote immortally, and that sense of sword slowly returned.) ）