Everyone's hearts are like a bowbow and crossbow that has been twisted into a string, ready to go, waiting for the moment when the ghost appears.

But until everyone felt heart failure, until the sky was bright and the sky was shining, the ghost never appeared.

Time continues to move forward, and in the blink of an eye, the longest interval between ghosts and ghosts has passed—seven hours (the hours in the novel are ancient hours, one hour = two hours)

Everyone didn't know whether to be happy or worried, they only felt tired, and even the timid Fang Wu was so tired that he cried so much that he stopped talking.

"What is this doing?" Song Mingyu's face was a little haggard, and he thrust the sword in his hand into the ground with a "snap", and sat down tiredly.

"Sister, do you think it's possible that the ghost has been completely solved by Senior Brother Jianjiu's sword formation?"

Song Mingqing, who was guarding the goat and had already sat down, came over and whispered with a smile.

"Hmm...... It's not impossible, after all, it was our family Jian Jiu who made a move, and this move is so handsome!"

Song Mingyu put his hands on his cheeks in the shape of petals, his eyes were shining, and he never forgot the old business of.

"But you're wrong again, it's not Senior Brother Jianjiu, it's Brother-in-law Jianjiu!"

The last moment was still happy, and the next moment Song Mingyu's face changed, and he passed over with an elbow to Song Mingqing, who came over, and lowered his voice and said with great seriousness.

"Oops. ”

Song Mingqing pretended to lean back in pain, and deliberately begged for mercy loudly.

"Okay sister, I don't dare, I will definitely call Jianjiu brother-in-law in the future!"

Originally, the two of them spoke very lowly, but Song Mingqing's raised voice was heard by even a few mortals, and everyone turned their heads to look at them, and many people had smiles in their eyes,

Song Mingyu felt everyone's gaze, especially the gaze of someone she liked, her white jade-like neck all the way to her earlobes suddenly turned red, and her face was hot.

She slammed her forehead against the spirit sword that was inserted into the ground in front of her, blocking her eyes, as if she were blocking the world. He gritted his teeth and whispered.

"Song Mingqing, your wings are stiff, aren't they?"

Jian Jiu's eyes moved, but his face did not change, and he said coldly.

"Don't let your guard down, that ghost could still appear at any time!"

"Ming Qing, if you have enough rest, go back to your place. Li Guifan smiled and said

"Good. Haha, sister, am I creating an opportunity for you?" Song Mingqing agreed, squeezed Song Mingyu with a smile and squeezed Song Mingyu with his shoulder, then got up and picked up the goat, and walked to the position that was arranged yesterday.

After a night, Ye Mingke did not relax his vigilance, although he could not establish a mathematical model of ghosts, but many clues of data showed that time was obviously an important factor in the change of ghosts.

The ghost did not appear in the previous statistical range, which is likely to indicate an even more bizarre change.

But at this time, the quiet scene was troubled by the living treasures of Song Mingqing and Song Mingyu, and the solemn atmosphere seemed to be like a bubble that had risen to the largest level, and it suddenly burst when someone reached out and lightly clicked it.

People who have been tense for too long can't help but say a few words to the people around them, and the originally quiet and depressing field suddenly became a little noisy and noisy.

At this moment, Ye Mingke, who had been sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly tensed his body, and his eyes opened.

It was as if out of thin air suddenly a terrifying black curtain suddenly appeared in his mind

"Kanta, one hundred and thirty feet!"

His calm, loud, penetrating voice suddenly sounded in the room.

Most of the people who had just relaxed didn't react, but Jian Jiu had already taken the lead.

"Bell", "bell", "bell", ...... The seven spirit swords that were lined up on the ground around him directly rose into the air, bringing up a series of sword lights that were as brilliant as the sun in the mist, and exploded into the ground in one direction.

The moment it landed, the fierce sword qi roared and raged, splitting the earth, and the earth, wood, mountains and rocks cracked like thunder, rolling up the dust.

The ghost is constantly moving, and there is a certain error in what Ye Mingke reported, so when they worked out the details last night, they chose a large-scale attack and kill.

The dust is vast, the sword qi is in the air, and the earth and stones are splashed.

A turbulent and chaotic space has a thousand times more information than a calm space.

Ye Mingke, who closed his eyes again, endured the pain caused by the sea of information coming from the chaotic venue, frantically searching for the traces of ghosts, and his closed eyes left two lines of blood and tears due to the large consumption of his thoughts.

This is when a blood vessel in the eye ruptures due to a large amount of congestion.

A few moments later, he found the dark curtain in the chaotic field again, without any change in size.

"It's still there!"

He growled hoarsely.

"Seventy-seven feet!"

At this time, Ying Kui and Song Mingyu had already reacted.

The two spirit swords were unsheathed, and the clear phoenix roar and the high roar of Jiao resounded in the field.

Song Mingyu, who was burning with a fiery red flame on his body, took out his sword, and the sword aura was blazing like fire, like a huge fire phoenix rushing forward.

And Ying Kui directly struck with a sword. Like layers of waves, the dark green spirit sword in the sword qi was like an evil dragon diving, rushing towards the direction where the evil ghost came.

"Boom" "Boom"

The earth cracked, the earth and rocks scattered, and the monstrous sword qi blasted out several deep pits on the ground, and the dust that rushed to the sky covered the entire field.

Ye Mingke only felt a sharp stabbing pain in his brain, and his right fingernail sank deep into his palm, relying on dispersing the pain to keep his mind awake and running at high speed.

"It's still there, it's still there. ”

Once again, he caught the traces of the demons, but his low roar was filled with mad despair.

"Thirty-six feet!"

The ghost was already extremely close, piercing through so many layers of fierce attacks, but his speed and size did not change at all. Not even the direction is offset.

The rest of Li Guifan stepped forward again and slashed out a huge sword qi.

But Ye Mingke no longer had any hope for him, and yelled directly.

"Abandon the sheep!"

Several monks who couldn't see the ghosts and couldn't see the situation in the field were stunned for a moment, abandoning the sheep meant that their attack had no effect on the ghosts in the hidden state at all, and they had to directly give up their previous efforts and force the ghosts to enter the possession state.

"Abandon the sheep!" Only Jian Jiu did not have any doubts about Ye Mingke's choice, and directly shouted and ordered.

"Sixteen feet!"

Ye Mingke shouted again.

Song Mingqing, who was carrying the remnant sheep, was on Ye Mingke's position, and when he heard that the ghost was so close, his face suddenly turned pale, and the cold hairs on his body stood up.

In order to increase the probability of hitting the ghost, he struggled to lift the remnant sheep sideways, pushing straight forward, and the remnant sheep that was pushed out rolled in the air with a mournful low sound.

Suddenly, the low cry of the remnant sheep sharpened and pierced into the ears of the people like an awl.

The remnant sheep that was rolling in the air suddenly froze in the air as if it were against the rules.

The blood-stained sheep's head slowly turned in a strange arc, pulling a humanized weird and terrifying smile at everyone.

Song Mingqing was relieved to see that terrifying smile, but just as he was just relaxing, Ye Mingke suddenly opened his eyes that were still bleeding and yelled at him in horror.

"Run! It's two ghosts!"

Song Mingqing only had time to turn his head to look at Ye Mingke when he heard the voice, when suddenly a cold and evil darkness enveloped him, and he felt that the blood flowing in his veins suddenly turned into ice, and the world in front of him was suddenly crawling with bloody cracks.

Then it shattered and burst.

In the eyes of everyone's horror, Song Mingqing's eyes, who turned his head but suddenly froze, were suddenly strangely engorged, bulging out of their sockets, and then bursting into two blood-colored holes. Then the blue veins all over his body bulged and burst one by one.

A large amount of plasma tumbled and gushed out from all over his body, engulfing him completely, leaving only a blood-colored humanoid remaining.

Like the whitefriar who died on the beach yesterday.

The nightmare of yesterday, the nightmare of the day before yesterday, the nightmare of endless despair, overwhelmed and overwhelmed them layer by layer.

"Ming and Qing!"

The mournful cry was Song Mingyu, who shed tears of pain.

"Ming and Qing!"

Angry roaring is Ying Kui, who was replaced by Song Mingqing and lost a friend.

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Ye Mingke, who was still bleeding and crying, slammed his fist on the ground with regret and resentment.

And the cries and screams were made by Fang Wu and a few other terrified mortals.

The blood-drenched goat with a faint blue flame burning in its pupils walked step by step from the air to the top of Song Mingqing's head, and the terrifying goat's face was still the humanized evil and hideous smile.

And the bloody face below that can vaguely see Song Ming's beautiful face also evokes a playful smile, his lips tremble, and the terrifying sharp and weird laughter echoes in the mist again.

At this moment, both mortals and monks felt a mixture of supreme anger, fear, and despair at the same time.

Fear to the extreme is despair, and despair to the extreme is anger.

Song Mingyu and Ying Kui both threw away all their fears at this time, leaving only the anger burning with despair and grief, and they screamed and rushed towards the evil ghost frantically.

The staggered sword qi, the fiery red flames, the dark green flying swords, and the thunder and fire of the demon's envoy collided violently in the field.

"Follow the second plan!"

Li Guifan was still thinking about the plan he had made before, and shouted in place, but at this time, the ghosts were crazy, the people were crazy, and the venue was shaking and cracking wildly with the crazy people and ghosts.

Jian Jiu was no longer calmly and mechanically executing every step of the plan, he pulled the long hair that was covering his eyes behind his back, and slowly pulled out the spirit sword that had been carried behind him and never unsheathed.

His eyes were as cold as ice.

The spirit sword that came out of the sheath was not as colorful as the seven flying swords that had been cut out before, surrounded by spiritual light, but a silent iron gray, like an ordinary long sword after the mortal world was covered with dust.

But the momentum on Jian Jiu's body, which pulled out this long sword inch by inch, rose one foot higher, like a divine sword that spanned the heavens and the earth was about to be unsheathed.

He walked towards the evil ghost step by step, and when he passed in front of Ye Mingke, he paused for a moment and asked in a cold voice.

"It's the same ghost?"

"Yes, there are no two, just the same one. Ye Mingke, whose face had not yet been wiped off the blood, looked at the figures of the two evil ghosts in front of him and said.

"I'll kill one and keep one!"

His words were like the ice of a flaming fire, cold with pent-up anger about to roar.

He continued to take a step and walked directly into the raging thunder and sword qi in front of him, and the iron-gray long sword behind him was completely unsheathed.

This sword.

Sword name nine.

Nine is the extreme.

Nine is in his name.

He is the best in the world.