Chapter 421: Battle Ghost King (I)

The moment the words fell, Chang Xi's eyes had already changed to a silver cross.

Under the gaze of countless eyes under the ring, the Evil Ghost King, who had no longer regained his obese appearance, stepped out, his tall and burly figure blurred in vain, and the heavy knife with the length and width of the door panel roared out a roar that cut through the air.

And at the same time as the footsteps of the many evil ghost kings rushed out, wisps of ominous black aura began to appear on his group of evil ghost subordinates under the ring, and the black aura that diffused quickly condensed into the thickness of the temple pillar, and after rushing straight to the sky, it actually poured into the heavenly spirit top of the many evil ghost kings.

Suddenly, the already burly and tall figure of the Evil Ghost King directly swelled several times, and the green-faced fanged face became even more hideous, like boiling water, the green tendons on the red skin rolled and squirmed like a dragon, and the explosive power directly vibrated the surrounding air, and the ferocity was monstrous.

Today's multi-evil ghost king is his true posture, and his obese appearance has always been a disguise he used to show weakness and survive.

"This lot of evil ghost kings can mix with the position of Yin Shuai, even if there are many lucks, after all, he should always have some ability to do it, this method of plundering the yin qi of his subordinates for his own use is extremely vicious, and it has increased a lot for him, but these evil ghosts who have been plundered of yin qi are miserable. ”

Luo Yucheng has always been educated, and there are many people with vicious eyesight in this downtown area, who can see through the tricks used by many evil ghost kings at a glance. But recognizing and recognizing, the effect of this vicious method is definitely not weak, and they looked at the white-robed boy with more pity than expectation in their eyes at this moment, obviously not optimistic about Chang Xi who was only in the early stage of the Transformation God Realm.

The vague figure of the Evil Ghost King pulled the unreal afterimage of the debut, piercing through the distance of hundreds of zhang in the ring, and in the howling wind, a meteorite heavy knife the size of the door panel appeared on the head of the white-robed young man as if it had been born out of nowhere, and there was a ruthless momentum that split this young man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"Bell!"

The sound of the violent clash of gold and iron filled through half of Luo Yu City, and the people who were slightly weaker in the ring covered their ears in pain, and bright red blood overflowed from their fingers.

I saw a long sword with a whole body like ink floating above the young man's head, and he forcibly blocked the powerful blow of the Evil Ghost King.

The Demon King of Many Demons increased the strength of his hand, and greed appeared on his face, this black sword was not brilliant at first sight, and it was only at this moment that he decided that this must be a flying sword that could also rank in the top ten among the top artifacts. You must know that the clothes pounding knife in his hand, which is not as wide as a door panel, is also an artifact level, but he can't help this sword, and it is conceivable that this sword is far from being comparable to ordinary artifacts.

His heart was hot, and he immediately wanted to give this little white face another hard time, who knew that the black sword that was undriven by no one acted on its own, and the extremely powerful sword qi of the Dao Dao surged up like the tide of a great river, and the sword qi above the ring seemed to flow eastward for a while, making the powerless Evil Ghost King retreat again and again.

The cave ghost sword was unforgiving, and a ruthless sword slashed on the blade of the cloth smashing knife, chopping out a soybean-sized gap, and the "treasure knife" in the hand of the evil ghost king was distressed, and the cave ghost sword turned into a ghost, and the sword qi rolled the dragon wall, entangled in the back of his hand, and suddenly burst out of a cloud of scarlet blood mist.

"It's... Swordsmanship?" A number of knowledgeable people under the ring shouted.

If it is said that using the Divine Sense Imperial Sword is to enter the house, then using the Divine Mind Imperial Sword is enough to be called the peak of the Extreme Realm. The Divine Sense Imperial Sword of the top sword cultivators in the first step realm can achieve the Imperial Sword to fly around the butterfly without damaging the butterfly for half a point, and is known for its roundness and dexterity.

After reaching the second stage, Edgeworth will not only focus on the dexterous skills that float on the surface, but will go straight to the origin of kendo, and will integrate the kendo he has learned into the already mysterious and elusive sword art. Many sword cultivators only have their shape, not their intentions, and they have to wander outside the kendo hall for the rest of their lives.

Even the captain of the guard who was waiting for the end on the wall couldn't help but straighten his neck at this moment, he had the honor to see the newly enthroned Northern Ghost Emperor on Luo Yu Mountain, and he was shocked by the skill of the Divine Mind Imperial Sword in one hand, at that time he was still hundreds of zhang away from the Northern Ghost Emperor, but he could still feel the incomparable power from that imperial sword technique.

Why is this young man and the Ghost Emperor's swordsmanship... So similar?

The evil ghost king did not have the leisure of everyone in the audience to think about what the true meaning of the imperial sword was, and the flesh and blood on the back of his hand were disturbed by Yan Hui's sword qi, he let go of the clothes smasher in his hand, dodging the re-slashing momentum of the cave sword, and the spiritual power of his toes surged, and a volley shot on the handle of the knife, and the clothes pounding knife the size of the door panel rushed like a meteor to kill the motionless white-robed man.

The silver cross star in Chang Xi's eyes trembled slightly, one palm was raised, his complexion changed from white to green jade and then dyed with a hint of light gold, and he slapped his palm sideways on the knife surface of the door panel, and the huge force exploded, and the menacing clothes pounder drove back like a kicking ball.

The sword bell floating in the sea of consciousness began to buzz incessantly, Chang Xi knew that he had not taken the time to polish his divine thought strength after advancing to the divine realm, and at this moment, the high-intensity divine thought sword was on the verge of exhaustion, Chang Xi did not hesitate to recall the cave ghost.

Although he doesn't know such a profound method as the sword and the sword, he also knows the principle of operation, and knows that this kid in the early stage of the god realm will never be able to keep the sword, so he doesn't say much, raises the knife and kills again.

The Evil Ghost King, who has the opportunity to fight closely, did not hesitate to use his most proficient hob technique, although this kind of sword technique that is quite famous in the human martial arts has nothing to do with superior martial arts, but it is extremely difficult, once it is close to it, it is difficult to get rid of this kraft candy-style knife technique, and the many evil ghost kings who are well versed in the essence of hob knife art have used this knife technique to concoct countless poor people who don't know the sinister in it.

The Evil Ghost King was wrapped in the fishy wind in the sky and approached Chang Xi's body within three feet, and his steps were like thunder, and a sandy yellow light rose at the same time.

Chang Xi's speed of lifting his sword slowed down significantly, and he glanced at the sandy yellow light that could easily be ignored without careful observation, it turned out that these many evil ghost kings were still immersed in earth system spells, and at this moment, Chang Xi's body seemed to be suppressed by the mountains, whether it was the speed of spiritual power or the blood qi in his body, it became much slower under this suppressive force.

A knife bypassed the sword momentum that was far less agile than before, and the hobbing technique once again slashed to the top of Chang Xi's head, looking at this little white face still unchanged, he immediately sneered: "I really don't cry when I don't see the coffin, Lao Tzu will send you to reincarnate now!"

Seeing that the long and wide cloth-pounding knife of the door panel was approaching the front door, Chang Xi's eyes flashed with a strange light, and his lips opened and closed slightly.

Except for the Demon King, who was close at hand, no third person heard what he was talking about.

The blue-faced and fanged ghost king was puzzled for a moment, and the little white face was saying please, please, what? But before he could figure out the joint, his eyes suddenly widened.

The earth-attribute spiritual power that should have been suppressed on this little white face was suddenly out of his control!

The sand-yellow earth-attribute spiritual power that was as heavy as a mountain was babbling and flying, and the qi machine under Chang Xi's feet exploded like thunder with just a snap of his fingers, and in the midst of the sword steps, he dodged the clothes knife that almost touched the tip of his nose in one step.