Suddenly blessed with the power of the grandmaster level, Xiang Ming already temporarily possessed the strength to be able to face the corpse demons, but it was not enough to completely suppress the corpse demons.

The corpse will not be injured, there is no pain, although it was slashed by Xiang Ming's sword, and a long sword mark was left on the fur on its body, but it had no fear, and soon killed it again.

Xiang Ming walked sideways, no longer using the powerful and heavy technique of the mountain collapse style just now to attack, but borrowed the swiftness of the body method and the sharpness of the sword blade, constantly causing damage to the corpse's body.

Although it is said that King Kong is not bad, the back and forth cutting and slashing of the Qingfeng Sword is a great consumption of corpses.

As Xiang Ming's attack frequency became faster and faster, and the number of attacks increased, the corpse's movements were obviously no longer as sensitive as before, and the fur on his body had been chopped to pieces, and his appearance was no longer the majesty of the Tiger King before his death.

"This is already its limit!" Xiang Ming gasped slightly, and the pressure on him from the high-intensity attack output was also not small.

Meng Juntong reminded loudly: "Don't be careless, there is still a force in the corpse's body, which will only erupt before the body is exhausted, what we have to do now is to force out that evil qi and completely break it." ”

These were naturally told to Meng Juntong by Mir on the side.

Xiang Ming successively performed the Great Chu Sword Song twice, this time Meng Juntong saw it clearly, and she became more and more sure that this set of swordsmanship was from her mother's hand.

If nothing else, just the familiar feeling of sword intent.

After reaching the realm of the Great Grandmaster, Xiang Ming no longer needed to build up momentum for as long as before.

It takes about seven or eight breaths of effort to concentrate on a stroke of luck, and the power of a sword is a hundred and ten times that of the previous state of accumulation.

It's just that every time they use the Great Chu Sword Song, Meng Juntong and Bai Yu's faces will turn whiter.

Xiang Ming naturally discovered this, and he no longer dared to use his big move.

"This sword, I'm going to break through its body and unleash its evil force, everyone be careful. ”

Xiang Ming had already stabbed more than ten swords in a row in the same place in the inner cavity of the corpse, and the corpse demon no longer had the ability to heal itself, and his defense was also supported to the last limit.

When this sword pierces out, the undefeated body of the corpse will inevitably break, and the evil qi accumulated in its body will inevitably gush out.

Meng Juntong reminded Bai Yu softly: "Xiao Yu hold on a little longer, we can't let this evil qi leave the enchantment, otherwise the people of Xingye Town will be in danger." ”

Bai Yu nodded seriously: "Master, don't worry." Saying that, the little hand on the back of Meng Juntong's hand pressed harder, and the beads of sweat the size of soybeans slipped down from the tips of Bai Yu's hair one by one as if they were connected into a line, and Meng Juntong was distressed for a while.

Xiang Ming's sword was as fast as a shock, and it seemed to be pierced on the landing point like a dragonfly, and then the sword was put back into its sheath.

This is preparing for the next sword draw.

"Not broken?" Meng Juntong frowned, Xiang Ming's sword just now should have hit.

The next moment, the Tiger King's corpse raised its head and let out an earth-shattering roar, and a large cloud of black qi gushed out frantically from the sword mark.

Xiang Ming's footsteps slid back a distance of five or six feet, the center of gravity of his body pressed down, pressing the sheath with one hand and the hilt with the other, all the power converged on the sword blade within the scabbard, and the next move was the Great Chu Drawing Sword Style.

The body of the Tiger King was like a deflated ball, and its size shrank again and again, and in a blink of an eye, it was only the size of an ordinary mountain beast, and the essence and blood of his body seemed to have been drained, and his thin body collapsed on the ground like a rag pocket.

"Mir, the evil is out. Meng Juntong reminded.

Mir, who had been guarding the side, suddenly opened his closed eyes, and a single horn clicked on his forehead to trigger a white thunderbolt, which slashed straight into the newly formed mass in the sky.

The white thunder entered the cloud of evil air, and it was immediately filled with the roars of all kinds of beasts.

This group is far more than just the Tiger King's true spirit, but gathers thousands of mountain beasts that were slaughtered by Fan Yin here.

Xiang Ming was also ready to take out the sword, the Qingfeng sword was pulled out inch by inch, and the wisps of sword qi rushed into the sky like a galaxy pouring up, washing and baptizing the evil clouds that were imprisoned by the white thunder and unable to move repeatedly.

"The sword song is long and rushes to the nine skies!" until the last inch of the Qingfeng sword was unsheathed, centered on the place where Xiang Ming was standing, a sky-rushing sword qi suddenly enveloped the entire cloud of evil qi.

A merciless frenzied strangulation, this is an earth-shattering cloud steaming Daze.

Even the townspeople in the town who had been evacuated far away by Cheng Yu could see this sky-high sword aura.

The sword qi is like a pillar, standing up to the sky and the earth, attracting some people who are confused and ghosts, all thinking that it is the gods who have sent down divine punishments, and one by one they prostrate on the ground, bowing their heads and bowing.

After evacuating the people, Cheng Yu returned to Fan's house again, and when he was at the door, he was so shocked by this sword aura that he stood motionless.

As a catcher in such an inconspicuous town as Xingye Town, where has Cheng Yu ever seen such a gorgeous, miraculous scene.

However, this sword qi Changhong did not last long, and with the disappearance of the sword qi, a thin layer of white mist rose in the Fan family's house, and then a series of unknown sounds appeared one after another.

When he burst into the compound, there was no one standing in the entire courtyard.

Xiang Ming held a sword in one hand, knelt on one knee, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, looking miserable.

Although his grandmaster posture just now was extremely beautiful, the price he paid was not enough for outsiders. Today's meridians of Xiang Ming's body have been washed to pieces, even if there are no sequelae, it is not possible to recuperate in a year and a half.

Looking at Meng Juntong and Bai Yu again, the two hugged each other tightly and fainted on the stone steps not far away.

And the Tiger King they had to deal with before was only a shriveled and withered animal skin.

Cheng Yu regretted a little, why didn't he stay at that time, maybe then he would be able to witness a shocking demon war.

The catchers outside also rushed to the Fan family's house one after another, and the Fan family's mansion, which was rampant throughout Xingye Town, became a dead place overnight.

Cheng Yu placed Xiang Ming and Meng Juntong in a nearby medical center.

The doctors in the medical hall had never seen such a seriously injured person, and they didn't dare to treat Xiang Ming for a while.

Fortunately, Meng Juntong woke up in time, and hurriedly ran back to the Yuelai Inn, found the healing medicine that Xue Ding had eaten before from Xiang Ming's bag, fed him to swallow, and asked the medical hall for a wooden barrel, boiled medicinal soup, and asked Cheng Yu to put it in it to recuperate.