What is gray?

The cold, rough surface of steel, the bleak and dry face of the dead.

It is the color of dead silence.

Holding the iron-gray long sword with the same name as himself, Jian Jiu walked into the thunder fire and sword qi, the sword in his hand was still unpretentious, but he himself bloomed with dazzling and sharp sword light, and the thunder fire and sword qi that collided with him directly collapsed.

All the places he walked were pure lands.

Song Mingyu and Ying Kui saw Jian Jiu intervening, scattered, one after the other, holding their swords to intercept the retreat of the two evil ghosts, and gave up the main battlefield to Jian Jiu.

The two evil spirits in the shape of a sheep and a human figure floating in the air froze, and they also clearly felt the threat coming from Jian Jiu's body.

The blue flames on the sheep-shaped demon swayed and rose, and the bloody sheep's head in that flame stared at the pupils with only two blood holes left, staring at Jian Jiu who was walking step by step below, as hideous as a demon.

It let out a sharp and piercing roar, and the thunder and fire on its body swept upward, transforming into grimaces, and then converging into a raging torrent of flames that washed towards Jian Jiu.

Jian Jiu took a step forward, paused, "bang", the field shook for a moment, and the dull sound seemed to step on everyone's heart, shaking people's hearts.

Jian Jiu took advantage of the upward momentum that came from the ground, jumped up, raised his sword, and went up, and the ordinary long sword seemed to have a thousand weights in his hand.

The speed at which he swung his sword seemed to be extremely slow in the eyes of everyone, drawing a clear arc.

But it was this slowly forming arc that completely blocked the oncoming surging thunder and fire, and all the thunder and fire that hit this sword arc directly and silently disappeared.

All the hustle and bustle, all the rushing suddenly stopped, and the picture was extremely dull and even a little lonely.

In Ye Mingke's mind, who closed his eyes, the picture he saw was extremely majestic.

He saw the torrent of crimson energy surging into the sword arc that was a clear black line in Ye Mingke's mind, and then cracked and scattered, turning into countless intricately colored points of light and rolling upside down.

The sword, like a brush dipped in ink, flicked heavily on the white paper, spilling out a heavy ink.

That stroke was still moving forward, and the heavy ink dragged on, throwing into Ye Mingke's mind The black curtain that represented that evil ghost.

It's obviously also black, but it cuts a ray of light on that black screen.

"Boom"

Jian Jiu, who jumped up with a sword, the sword arc drawn by the long sword in his hand followed the leaping Jian Jiu forward, slashing towards the torrent of flames, cutting away the torrent of flames, slashing at the thunder light on the goat demon, and cutting off the entire head of the demon!

The head of the goat, which was still enaged in the thunder and fire, flew high and fell, and the goat's body was directly knocked away by Jian Jiu, who was holding the sword and moving forward.

And after crashing away, what Jian Jiu faced directly was his former fellow brother, and now a humanoid demon.

The humanoid demon let out a terrible laugh, turned around, and turned into a cloud of thunder and fled frantically behind him.

Jian Jiu, who was carrying the long sword, seemed to have his speed limited, and after rushing out of a distance with the humanoid demon, he fell heavily to the ground with a "bang", shaking the dust flying on the ground.

He raised his face to look in the direction of the demon's escape, his long hair falling down from the violent shaking that obscured his eyes.

It's just that after the time of wielding that sword, many long gray hairs grew out of his long jet-black hair.

The speed at which the demon escaped was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it opened a certain distance from Jian Jiu, but Jian Jiu's face still did not change.

His lips twitched behind his long hair.

"Beidou"

"锵", "锵", "锵", "锵", "锵", ...... Seven loud sword groans rang out one after another, and the seven swords of the greedy wolf, broken army, Lian Zhen, and giant gate that had been inserted on the ground not far away just now because of the attack on the ghost in the hidden state trembled together.

Seven dazzling sword lights were pulled out, forming a sword array with sword qi interlocking vertically and horizontally, towards the humanoid demon that was fleeing in the air.

The sword qi was like a tide, enveloping the evil ghost, making the evil ghost involuntarily fall heavily to the ground, and the seven spirit swords followed, and a handle was deeply inserted into the ground according to the position of the Big Dipper in the sky.

The sword array was completely formed, and the sword qi was spontaneously agitated, rising like a tornado, constantly cutting through the demon's body.

The demon struggled and roared in the sword formation to get back up, the thunder and fire on his body were extinguished, struggling to rise, and the seven spirit swords that were deeply inserted into the ground were also shaking, revealing a situation that could collapse at any time.

But Jian Jiu, who held the silent iron-gray long sword, had already walked in front of the humanoid demon step by step, looking down at the delicate and familiar face of the demon under the blood through the sword array.

"You're a beauty lover as much as your sister, and you don't like it yourself. ”

Jian Jiu lowered his eyes and whispered to the familiar face.

"I'll help you. ”

There was a quiet sadness in his voice.

He stared at the demon, was silent, and then said.

"I'm sorry. ”

"锵", "锵", "锵", "锵", "锵", ...... Seven spirit swords rose into the air, and the evil ghost that had been almost cut by the sword qi suddenly counterattacked, and pounced on Jian Jiu with blazing thunder light.

Ken Nine raised his sword high forward.

"Poof"

The evil spirit is like a picture scroll, smeared into nothing by the brush of the gods

The picture that Ye Mingke saw in his mind was the sword raised by Jian Jiu slashing the evil ghost into a colorful color, like an extremely abstract and beautiful painting.

He told Ye Mingke that he would kill one and keep one.

He chose to kill his brother and leave the goat demon behind.

"锵", "锵", "锵", "锵", "锵", ...... The seven spirit swords fell to the ground, holding their respective array eyes, and locking the evil spirit again.

It's just that this time the evil ghost is the sheep-shaped evil ghost who was beheaded off and wanted to escape, but was stopped by Ying Kui and Li Guifan.

Jian Jiu, who had a lot of hair on his head and turned gray again, turned around, walked step by step to the sheep-shaped demon who was still struggling in the sword formation, and inserted the iron-gray long sword in his hand directly into the sheep-type demon's body.

"Bell"

The moment the iron-gray long sword entered the formation, the other seven spirit swords tilted outward at the same time, as if they were all very afraid of this long sword.

And with the entry of the iron-gray long sword, the sword formation finally completely suppressed the evil ghost, and the evil ghost that was still struggling curled up weakly.

A battle that lasted only a few moments, but was incomparably long for everyone present, finally came to an end.

The dust that had been stirred up by the thunder and fire and sword qi slowly fell, revealing dusty faces with fear, anger, and exhaustion.

But at this time, no one rested, no one patted the dust off their bodies, but everyone stared at the headless sheep-shaped demon in the sword array.

Li Guifan also cautiously stepped forward and checked the goat's head that had stopped moving after being cut off by Jian Jiu.

He found no sign of the demon's possession, and used his sword qi to completely destroy the head, ensuring that the ghost could only exist in the locked sheep-like demon.

The first plan to attack the demons in the hidden state has completely failed. Even because the demon suddenly showed the terrifying ability of splitting and possessing, he lost another life.

It was one of the only five monks who died.

And the power displayed by the demons this time is also approaching the limit of what they can deal with, and according to the trend of increasing demons, the next time the demons appear may not be something they can fight.

So, there is only the second option left, and only this one chance remains.

The demon locked in the sword formation was quiet, as if it had completely lost all resistance power.

Everyone stared at it for a long time, and when they saw that the demon had not moved, they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and gradually relaxed.

"Phew, that evil ghost, it's been suppressed, can't it appear again?"

Li Guifan exhaled a long breath and turned his head to Jian Jiudao.

"This ghost is so weird, there is no interval of a few days, no one can say. ”

Jian Jiu shook his head, indicating that he was not sure yet.

At this time, when the rest of the people relaxed their spirits, they felt the tiredness that came like a tide, and they sat down and rested one after another, and began to talk softly.

"That demon, it's terrifying. ”

"I'm going to have a nightmare for the rest of my life. ”

The bamboo pole cried and faced Zhao Yuandao beside him.

"I'll probably have to do it for two lifetimes. ”

Zhao Yuan, who was pale, replied with palpitations.

"Hey, I'm not dead yet?"

"Do you think I'm still alive?"

"Take a look!"

Cowardly as a mouse, but intimidated by the immortals, and Fang Wu, who was the person most likely to be attacked by the evil spirits, for the rest of his life, he grabbed people like he was crazy and asked if he was still alive. I was carried away by the joy, and I didn't even know if I would be able to wake up after that.

And those who have lost their relatives or friends are firmly grasped by grief and cannot break free.

Song Mingyu sat on the ground where Song Mingqing was directly cut into nothingness by the sword Jiuyi, and he was already crying.

Ying Kuitong's eyes were red, and he kept looking at the only flying sword left by Song Mingqing in a daze, and occasionally turned his eyes to look at Ye Mingke, as if he was brewing deep thoughts, sadness and anger without saying a word.

But before everyone's joy and sorrow could be fully released, the changes in the field were rampant again.

At this point, only two hours had passed since the ghost was sealed.

"锵", "锵", "锵", ...... The eight spirit swords that suppressed the ghosts in the field shook again and trembled violently, and the ghosts that had been curled up struggled to stretch their bodies, causing the entire sword array to shake with them.

"Why is that?"

Li Guifan looked at the ghost's body with a desperate expression.

"He seems to be getting stronger over time. ”

Ye Mingke closed his eyes, wanting to sense the state of the ghost, but he could still only see a black curtain.

"Don't forget, there is a taboo about never allowing ghosts to escape. ”

Ye Mingke suddenly thought of a point that they might have overlooked before.

"The reason why this taboo is established is because the ghost after successful possession will continue to grow stronger over time until no one can deal with him. ”

"It's not like, the ghost is enhanced. ”

Jian Jiu, who was connected to the sword array, had a cold and pale face and walked towards the sword array.

"Then what else can we do?" Li Guifan said solemnly.

"Use the space magic instrument. "Sword Nine Dao.