The sneak attack of the ghost head dagger was too fast, although the white-robed young man was amazingly observant, and he realized the close proximity of the ghost head dagger for the first time, but he only had time to release four or five white sword qi, and he didn't have time to take other means at all.

The white sword qi released by the white-robed young man in a hurry was indeed not the opponent of the ghost-headed dagger, as soon as Fang touched, it was shattered by the ghost-headed dagger, and the speed of the ghost-headed dagger did not decrease but increased, and it suddenly flashed away and stabbed fiercely on the gray shield outside the white-robed young man's body.

The black-haired iron stiffened and sneered, it seemed to have seen the scene of the separation of the head of the white-robed young man, this ghost-headed dagger of its father was a nirvana, and it was amazingly powerful, not to mention a mere shield, even an ordinary top-level defensive spirit weapon, it couldn't be resisted.

"How could it be. The black-haired iron stiff let out a shocked voice, the scene it imagined had not happened, and the ghost-headed dagger had not pierced the gray shield on the outside of the white-robed youth's body.

Looking at the ghost head dagger that pierced halfway and could no longer advance a bit, the white-robed young man of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate breathed a sigh of relief, although he was extremely confident in this gray shield, after all, this was the shield inspired by his elders to protect his life, but after seeing the power of the ghost head dagger, he was also worried for a while.

"Hmph, the turtle shell is quite hard, but it's a pity, this king wants to break it, and there are means. Seeing that the white-robed youth's shield not only blocked the purple flames before, but now blocked his ghost-headed dagger, the Imperial Robe Ghost Shadow couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

After the ghost of the imperial robe snorted coldly, his hands pinched for a while, and the rich yin qi around him was quickly attracted and condensed into a ball, and then it pulled suddenly, and the yin qi turned into a spear ten zhang long in an instant, horizontal in front of its eyes.

"Let's see how long you can last!" The ghostly figure in the imperial robe snorted coldly, and it was the end of a spear, and the spear suddenly shot out, aiming directly at the white-robed youth.

The white-robed young man of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate calmed down now, he glanced at the golden-robed Taoist priest who was separated from his body, shook his head slightly, and then turned his head to look at the ghost of the imperial robe, his face was full of indifference.

"Indeed, there is a time limit for this shield, and it is impossible to spend too long with Your Excellency, but Your Excellency is afraid that you will not have the opportunity to consume my shield!" The white-robed young man calmly looked at the black spear that shot at him, and the magic of his hands changed, and he suddenly shouted: "Sword intent!"

As soon as the magic formula in the white-robed young man's hand changed, the ghost figure of the imperial robe felt a bad premonition, and before he could take any measures, he suddenly felt that the black long sword that had been controlled by it trembled slightly, and at the same time exuded a sword intent that seemed to be nothing.

"Not good. As soon as the ghost of the imperial robe waved his hand, he was about to throw the black long sword out, but he never expected that the black long sword seemed to be glued to its hand, and no matter how it shook it, it couldn't get rid of it.

As soon as the ghost shadow of the imperial robe stepped on the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Altar under his feet, he was about to activate the defense means of the blood altar, but it was obviously too late, and a rushing sword qi leaked out from the black long sword, turning into a mighty storm of sword qi, sweeping towards the surroundings, and the ghost shadow of the imperial robe was in the middle of the storm.

"Hmph, the sword intent of the fake baby, it is really a little worthless to use it on your little fake Dan stage ghost cultivator!" The white-robed young man snorted coldly, and with a pinch of the magic trick in his hand, it made the sword qi storm attack more violently.

Han Ming looked at the sudden burst of sword intent storm, and after Han Ming was slightly stunned, he immediately released the Jiao Bone Shield and blocked it in front of him.

"Ahh Han Ming's whole person was lifted away with the Jiao Bone Shield, and he flew out of more than 100 zhang before falling to the ground, and then rolled more than 10 zhang before stopping.

Han Ming stood up, raised his eyes to look at the giant sword that flashed in the middle of the square, and looked for the black-haired iron stiff who didn't know where it was blown away by the sword qi storm, but he didn't find it, he couldn't help but be surprised, and immediately urged the crystal jade cloak, and rushed outside without looking back.

The storm of sword intent gradually subsided, and the white-robed young man looked at the altar that was already empty, and breathed a sigh of relief, this extremely difficult ghost in the imperial robe was finally killed by the sword intent sealed in the black long sword.

"It's just a pity, this sword intent was originally sealed in by my father, used to subtly cultivate the black iron sword, and prepared for the advanced magic weapon in the future, but this time the sword intent was stimulated, even if the black iron sword can be cultivated into a magic weapon in the future, I am afraid that it is not stronger than ordinary magic weapons!" The white-robed young man sighed slightly, shook his head silently, and then made a move towards the altar and recalled the black long sword back into his hand.

But at this moment, five or six blood-red tentacles suddenly came out of the ground, and at once they wrapped the white-robed young man who was already a little slack, and began to shrink slowly.

"Not dead? How is it possible, how is it possible. The white-robed young man who was surrounded by layers of blood-colored tentacles roared angrily, but the sound was gradually blocked by layers of tentacles that continued to be entangled, and could no longer be heard.

At the same time, another tentacle drilled out of the ground, grabbed the gray-haired iron stiff not far away, and pulled it violently, putting the black haired iron stiff down, dragging it to the ground, and quickly approaching the altar.

The black-haired iron stiff was put down at once, and he was shocked, and he was about to cast a spell to fight back and cut off the thing that sneaked up on it, but he found that this was the tentacle generated by the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Altar, and it immediately did not dare to move, allowing the tentacles to pull it towards the altar.

The black-haired iron stiff was thrown on the altar by the blood-colored tentacles, and then a ghost shadow of the imperial robe with most of his body mutilated came out of the altar, and sucked the black token on the black-haired iron stiff with the only remaining half of his palm.

At this time, the ghost of the imperial robe looked extremely miserable, most of the body disappeared, and the rest was only half a head, half a chest and abdomen, half an arm, and a thigh, and the body was still extremely faint, not as solid as before.

At this time, the soul body of the ghost in the imperial robe was not only faint, but also constantly dissipating, as if some force was eroding its soul body.

"Father, why did you get hurt like this. The black-haired iron stiff asked with some trembling.

The ghost of the imperial robe didn't pay attention to the black hair's iron stiffness at all, it raised the black token in its hand, and sensed it quite anxiously, and then its face flashed with joy, urging the token.

At this time, Han Ming was surprised in his heart, he ran away, but the black-haired iron stiff didn't chase after him, it was really an accident.

"I'm afraid that zombie was entangled by the foundation building period monk of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, after all, that old ghost is afraid that his soul has already been scattered!" Han Ming secretly guessed in his heart, and the speed under his feet increased a little.

He planned very well, as soon as he got out of the inner city, he asked Chun'er to come out to help him cover his body, he passed through the pile of skulls as soon as possible, reached the wall of the outer city, looked for the gap in the big array, and then slipped away.

After knowing that the black-haired iron stiff had that formation token, Han Ming suddenly realized that there should always be a gap on the big array outside, which was the gap that the Nine Formation Sect Foundation Building Period cultivators had opened with the help of the formation spirit disk!

Before, he wanted to borrow the exit to get out, but the black-haired iron stiff made the gap disappear, leaving him with no way out but to fight the vague ghost, he always thought that the black-haired iron stiff had blocked the road.

He had always been surprised, how could the black-haired iron stiff repair the formation in such a short time! But when he was moved into the inner city by the black-haired iron stiff, he realized that the black-haired iron stiff had not repaired the formation, nor had he blocked the exit, and the black-haired iron stiff should have moved the exit to another part of the formation!

He has a flying cloud boat, and he is an immortal cultivator, he can use his divine sense, his five senses are extremely keen, it shouldn't take too much effort to find an exit, if he is lucky, I'm afraid it will only take half an hour to be enough!

Just when Han Ming was full of joy and thought that he could escape, he suddenly felt a familiar spatial fluctuation appear next to him, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.