The figure of the tomb ghost gradually turned illusory, and the previous miserable green tomb appeared behind him, and from the tomb there was a miserable white skeleton breaking out of the ground, and the skeleton was burning with green flames, not hot, but cold and piercing.

The skeleton greeted Ning Shu, who was rushing with murderous aura, and the pale knuckles that had dried up directly grasped the hilt of the fifty-string sword with purple light.

Ning Shu's eyes flashed with purple light, the sword technique in his hand changed suddenly, and the fifty strings deftly turned a direction in the air, avoiding the grabbed bone hand, and slashed through an arc extremely quickly, and the skeleton that crawled out of the tomb was instantly cut in half.

The sword momentum did not decrease, and it rushed straight to the person in front of the tomb, and the tomb ghost held the monument sideways, and the sword fell into the air, and then it went up from the bottom to the top.

And then it fell short.

The swordsmanship changed from flirting to horizontal cutting, then to vertical splitting, and then to straight stabbing, and in a short period of time, Ning Shu's swordsmanship changed again and again.

The purple light of the sword body flowed, and the speed was extremely fast, and the sword pointed at the vital point.

But none of them hit, either blocked by the tombstone or fell into the air.

The tomb ghost drifted through the forest with a gust of yin wind, like a ghost, its body was no slower than the sword light, and it didn't give Ning Shu a chance to lock it at all.

It seemed that it was dodging the sword that Ning Shu had chopped, but it was getting closer and closer to Ning Shu, and the whimpering sound was erratic in the mountains and forests, coming from all directions, and from the branches and leaves into Ning Shu's ears.

"It's such a mysterious swordsmanship, and you have a lot of secrets. The voice of the tomb ghost echoed through the forest, but there was no figure to be seen.

Ning Shu didn't answer, standing on a branch, the fifty strings trembled in the air, making a buzzing sound, and circles of invisible ripples spread around with the tremor of the sword body, and the sword hanging in mid-air was a person standing with a sword.

Fifty strings trembled, circle after circle of sword patterns as if sensing something, suddenly, an inch away from the sword appeared out of thin air a dry hand, that hand seemed to be bound by something, trembling violently and trying to break free, just at the moment when it was about to disappear, the fifty strings of sword light flashed, leaving a pitch-black liquid in the air, accompanied by a muffled snort, the tomb ghost appeared under the tree not far away with a gloomy face, and there was a deep wound on his wrist that could be seen to the bone.

It couldn't get close to Ning Shu, even if he had a weird body shape to escape, but the sword in mid-air was quite mysterious, and the rippling ripples forced it out of the Wangsheng Realm, and more importantly, he couldn't solve the situation, because he couldn't get close to the sword.

"It's worthy of something used by the Demon Emperor in the past!" it exclaimed.

Ning Shu is not its opponent, but it has no way to take Ning Shu in a short period of time.

The two confronted each other for a while, only to see the tomb ghost put the tombstone in his hand in front of him, the tombstone grew with the wind, deep into the soil in front of it, and then it stretched out its hands to pat the tombstone as if it was beating the drum, and blood oozed from the palm of the hand poured on those mysterious words, flowing into the pen mark.

The sound of continuous clapping sounded, at first there was no rhythm, but as the green light on the tombstone became more and more solidified, the sound of clapping seemed to become some kind of grand sacrificial sound, and a circle of sound waves rippled around the tombstone, and the ripples oscillating from the fifty strings in mid-air met in the void, and then silently annihilated.

Although it was a silent collision, Ning Shu's heart trembled, the whole person's heart suddenly contracted, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, his eyes were black and almost fell from the branches, and more seriously, when the tomb ghost began to slap the tombstone, Ning Shu's connection with the fifty strings in mid-air was like a heavy tarpaulin, and it began to become weak, almost broken.

Fifty Strings lost contact with Ning Shu, and could no longer remain suspended in mid-air, falling towards the ground in a flutter.

Ning Shu hurriedly held on to the main trunk of the tree, sat down cross-legged, concentrating and calming, hooking his eyebrows and concentrating all his perception on the fifty strings, and just as he did this, a hand born in the void was about to hold on the hilt of the falling sword.

As soon as the thought turned, Ning Shu shot two purple rays of light from his eyes, hitting the void between Fifty Strings and the Skinny Hand, and then Fifty Strings quickly rotated in the air with the hilt as the center, and the sword light slashed, this time not only leaving a few drops of blood on that hand, but directly slashing that hand down from the wrist.

Fifty Strings is so sharp that even the Ugin stick handed down by the Qiang generals since ancient times can't stop it, let alone a rotten monster that wants to live in the realm.

The tomb ghost was amazed by Ning Shu's reaction speed and the degree of control of the sword, and tried to take off the sword in the air twice but failed, and he also folded one of his own hands, and because of the purple qi on the sword, his own hand could not be regenerated.

How could he know that Ning Shu was different from most of the monks who used swords as a means of attack in this world today, but a pure sword cultivator in the true sense, and he had embarked on his own path, and the sword technique he cultivated was the Zhongtian Ziwei Sword of the Ancient Ziwei Emperor.

Although the sword move is ordinary, there is no gorgeous appearance, but it is fast and hateful, the move blocks the way, the sword pierces the vital point, the tomb ghost is careless for a while, and he actually suffers such a loss on a monk whose realm is lower than himself, at first he thought that he was just an ordinary monk who occasionally obtained the supreme treasure inheritance, but when he missed again and again, when he saw the resolute and agile sword light, he was shocked in his heart, and he could no longer treat Ning Shu as an ordinary sword cultivator.

Thinking of this, the sound of clapping from the tombstone was even worse, although only one hand was left, but the grand and strange sacrificial sound covered the entire forest.

Ning Shu didn't move, Fifty Strings protected three feet in front of him in the air, he put his hands on his chest and pinched the sword technique, letting the sacrificial sound enter his ears, and didn't pay attention to the blood that kept flowing from his mouth, nose and eyes, because he didn't know when the tomb ghost would deliver a fatal blow.

He's waiting.

In Shucheng, he once shot the bell of the black-robed monk with a bow and arrow with a mortal body, knowing that breaking the balance in such a duel is a fatal thing, on the Jialan Mountain, he once drew a sword and slashed the monks to save the trouble, broke the Golden Lotus Dharma, and in the Los Angeles Bear Axe Gang, he once killed the Qiang generals who were known for their strength, and even turned the sky into a sword to block the flying arrows in the sky.

He has seen the fortune teller Zhang of course shoot, he has also seen the attack between the prince of the demon clan and the Kunlun heir, and he has also seen the exquisite swordsmanship of the first person of the younger generation of the God Dynasty, although the actual combat experience is only a few times, but each time it is a life and death situation that others cannot imagine, these experiences are enough for Ning Shu to make the most correct choice on such an occasion.

This right choice can increase his chances of survival in a desperate situation.

The tomb ghost lost a hand, his face was pale, and the use of the forbidden technique on the tombstone made his essence and blood consume a lot, so he couldn't take a hairy boy, and he couldn't help but be angry when he looked at the sword in the air.

I saw him take out a dark red rune paper from his arms, paste the rune paper in the middle of the tombstone, and then chant a spell in his mouth, the rune paper bloomed with a red light, wrapping the entire tombstone inside, after his hand left the tombstone, the sacrificial sound still echoed in the forest.

Ning Shu didn't know what weird spell it was going to use, so he could only condense the purple light in the center of his eyebrows and strengthen the connection with Fifty Strings to fight against the sacrificial sound that destroyed his body and soul, but he saw that in front of the tombstone where the body of the tomb ghost slowly dissipated, it was like the previous coachman and horse, turning into a part of the fallen leaves in the sky.

Ning Shu had already let go of his perceptual world to the extreme when the tomb ghost disappeared, and the fifty strings surrounded him, sealing every corner that might be attacked.

The tombstone stands in front of a tree not far away, and the tomb behind it is uncertain, and only the sound of sacrifice surrounds the mountain forest.

From a distance, a young man in white sat cross-legged on a tree branch, his face covered with blood and his hair scattered, like a demon crawling out of hell, but his eyes were closed like an old monk, and a psychedelic purple flashed around him from time to time, and directly opposite him was a tombstone that shimmered red.

A shadow flashed between the two, like an animal that suddenly ran out, and in the next second, with a flash of sword light, the animal spilled a lot of blood and water, and disappeared, not even seeing what animal it was.

Ning Shu only felt that a stone had been thrown down from the surface of a calm lake in his perceptual world, and all he had to do was to cut down the stone that had broken into the perceptual world.

He has practiced many subtle and practical small spells in the small building of Lihate, and the method of concealment is one of them, but it is obvious that the tomb ghost is not using an ordinary method of concealment, so he can only rely on his perception of this piece of heaven and earth to sense, because of the realm, the method of concealment has no clear image in his perception, only some slight fluctuations, he can only rely on these fluctuations to determine the location of the tomb ghost, and the previous animal is the result of his misidentification.

The higher the realm, the more clearly you can see the objects in your perception.

Suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation on Ning Shu's side, very slightly, like a gust of wind blowing, and as soon as his mind moved, Fifty Strings turned into a purple light and slashed over, and a sound piercing into the rotten wood came out, and vaguely, he saw the bloodless face of the tomb ghost in the void in front of him take two steps back, and disappeared into perception again.

According to the technique of attacking, the next moment Ning Shu should stab out with a sword and force the tomb ghost out of concealment, but at this moment Ning Shu can't do this at all, because the damage caused by the mysterious tombstone is too serious, he can only use fifty strings to protect the distance of three feet around his body, and he has to devote a lot of energy to fight against the sacrificial sound, Rao is so, the pores on his body are now oozing blood, and his heart is like a war drum thundering, although there is a Chengtian imitation to constantly repair, but it still feels very uncomfortable after all.

Fifty Strings swayed smartly beside him, like birds hovering low in the forest ready to hunt at any time, waiting for the opportunity to appear.