The identity of a demon who can still use the body of a divine soul to use the secret technique of gathering yin and returning yang after death will definitely not be easy, and no one can guess that he is the leader of the demon clan of the god realm who led the demon army to attack Tengzhou City.

The human sword cultivation has always been the most tricky existence in the Kyushu Immortal Dao Alliance, the demon clan is still martial, and the strong are extremely respected, but it is a pity that there is only you and me on the battlefield, and there is no sympathy, especially when he has just pretended to return to the ghost king with millions of unjust souls, this sword cultivation can not be in the Jindan Realm but has such strength, the background is by no means simple, once he is allowed to leave here alive and he will be exposed, then all his previous hard work will be in vain.

The ghost king's corpse qi suddenly surged, snuffing out the cat's mind to catch the mouse, and the bone spear in his hand turned into a series of miserable white phantoms.

The strong wind brought by the bone spear blew the hair on Chang Xi's forehead, Chang Xi smiled, he naturally guessed what the ghost king had in mind, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

This is the first battle in the real sense since he practiced Donkey Kong's Silence Body, although this ghost king has memories of his life, but due to many restrictions, he can't launch the magic power of demon cultivation, it's just the cultivation and brute force in the late stage of the Yuan Infant Realm, he wants to use this ghost king as a whetstone to see how much stronger he has become.

The ghost king's eyes narrowed slightly, if this sword cultivator who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, he would really be a little difficult to do if he jumped and fled indiscriminately, but now this sword cultivator did not retreat but took the initiative to step forward, but it was in his arms, and the bone spear in his hand was three points fiercer.

The scholar in the coarse linen shirt held a sword and swayed, and then a sword was handed out.

It was as if a constant wind was blowing from afar.

Someone in his ears played a long song with sword energy.

......

In the green bamboo forest by the lake, Chang Xi closed his eyes and sat on the stubborn stone, the wind entered the bamboo forest, blowing thousands of bamboo leaves and dancing, blowing the four senior brothers full of green silk.

The brothers and sisters opened their eyes at the same time.

The fourth senior brother's face was calm, Pan Heng's huge divine thoughts in the sky were swept into his body, and he said with a smile: "Little junior brother, you have been studying with me for nearly a month, don't tell me that you haven't realized anything yet, then I'm too sorry for the sword spirit root." ”

The wind begins in the firmament, blows through the bamboo forest, crosses the face, flows through the fingertips, and finally returns to heaven and earth, leaving the true meaning of the mysterious and mysterious in the world.

Chang Xi gently stroked the Yuehong lying on his lap, bit Yin Hong's lip and said, "Don't tell Senior Brother that I feel that I have realized something." ”

The fourth senior brother smiled and stroked his palms and said, "Then you might as well give it a try, if it is still as rigid as the fifth senior brother, I will have to drive people away." ”

The Xiongqi man biting a bamboo leaf in the bamboo house pursed his lips and protested silently.

Chang Xi stood up in response, and his resolute figure seemed to melt into the wind.

The fourth senior brother's eyes were shining.

"The wind begins in the sky and ends at the end, don't think of the wind as an obstacle, entrust the sword in the wind, melt the mind into the heavens and the earth, and have your own sword when it becomes a sword. ”

Chang Xi recalled the teachings of the fourth senior brother with only thirty-nine words in his mind, and for some reason remembered Qing Xuan's Qinglian step, he was in a trance for a moment, as if a bright light illuminated the mist, like a pair of beautiful women holding his palms with their hands, and teaching him to raise the tip of the sword.

He handed out a sword, and the fourth senior brother Huo Ran got up.

He handed out a sword, and the ghost king's heart trembled.

Absolute sword style, long song.

When the wind is gentle, it is like a beautiful woman's arms and wrists, and when the wind is raging, it is also as sharp as a sword, and the sleeves of the scholar's coarse linen shirt are broken, but at this moment, he is as noble as the emperor in the wind, his eyes are full of majesty, and a sword is handed out of the ruthless coldness of the ice and snow outside the northern region.

The bone spear was shattered inch by inch by the extremely cold wind, and the ghost king suddenly felt that his right arm was light, and his thick palm was gone, and the light at the fracture was as round as a mirror stained with frost.

The ghost king came from the gathering of millions of unjust souls to return yin to yang, as long as the source of yin qi was not injured, even if the limbs and head were cut off, it would only take a while to recover as before. But at the moment, he didn't have any merit, but he was the first to cut off an arm by a sword cultivator of the Jindan Realm, how could he swallow this breath?

The Ghost King's right arm was condensed with countless Yin Qi, and it didn't take long for a new right palm to grow again, but he suddenly saw a scene that he couldn't understand.

The young scholar who was as majestic as an emperor flicked the tip of his sword, dissipating the terrifying sword aura of the surrounding winter, and actually withdrew the sword in his hand into its sheath and looked up at him.

The ghost king had an indescribable strange feeling, this young scholar was obviously looking up at him, why did he give birth to the feeling that he was the one who looked up?

The ghost king was the commander of the demon army during his lifetime, in addition to being well versed in all kinds of evil secret arts, the most commendable thing is the terrifying power, he gathered the yin and returned the yang with great effort, and entered the tomb of the Gongyi clan under the pretense of time and place, and gnawed the remnants of the ancestors of the Gongyi family, and the strength was also restored.

The already thick arms of the Ghost King, who had sharp horns on the head, suddenly bulged like a hill, and the power ripples that were almost visible to the naked eye vibrated out, and the Ghost King smiled cruelly: "I don't know whether to live or die, what good will it do you to anger this king? Now you are about to end up with a five-horse corpse." ”

Chang Xi was silent, the corners of his mouth revealed a meaningful arc, and then he smiled contemptuously.

The ghost king didn't bother to speak, and smashed it down with a heavy fist of hundreds of thousands of catties.

Gong Yi Mo could see in the distance through the gradually thinning black tide, and she couldn't help but cover her mouth, as did the disciples and Taoist priests of the Gong Yi family behind her.

The golden phantom with hazy ink lingering behind him, is it a dragon?

Donkey Kong's self-taught body is unreservedly displayed for the first time.

The scorn changed to coldness at some point, and the scholar's eyes were deep.

"Bang!"

The overwhelming wind swept through the entire tomb in an instant, and the black tide roared violently and was blown away, and could no longer condense and form, and there were some cracks on the surface of the black gold temple pillar that was closer to the ghost king.

When the strong wind that made people couldn't open their eyes dissipated, and they were able to see the distance clearly, a blank appeared in her mind for a long time, and she saw a freeze-frame picture that she was destined to forget for the rest of her life.

The Mithril brick at the man's feet cracked like a spider's web, and a fist the size of an ant kept swinging, blocking the right fist of the ghost king, which was as strong as a meteor.

The Ghost King felt the equally terrifying huge power fed back from his right fist, and a monstrous wave was set off in his heart, he took a few steps back in a bit of a daze, and he was still thinking about whether this Terran sword cultivator used any magic weapon, but when he saw the ink gold dragon phantom and slightly strange body appearance entrenched behind Chang Xi, he still clenched his fists.

At this time, he had already regarded this sword cultivator as an opponent of the same rank.

The punch just now directly broke the phalanges of the ghost king's right fist, and Chang Xi twisted his body to remove the same not light force that was transmitted into his body.

There was a ghost in the wide burial chamber with big eyes and a small eye, and he threw himself into battle again.