Shout!

In the light of the sword, the demon light flickered.

Jin Shaobai made sword moves again, directly dancing demon light with a sword, and killing the ghost Confucian painter Wu Ming.

The cold murderous aura, the evil knife moves, like the Grim Reaper descending, its power is unstoppable.

"Tut-tut...... Daoist friends have something to say, why do you suddenly do it?"

Wu Ming was slightly panicked, and hurriedly put away the painting to dodge.

His body is ghostly, between left and right, perfectly avoiding attacks.

But Jin Shaobai's killing intent did not decrease, the evil shadow swirled sharply, the knife path changed, and the second type of the Blood Knife Technique, Sword Dragon Storm, came out.

Roar –

The Wild Blade Gang turned into a Storm Sword Dragon, attacking and killing with the power of destroying the world.

And Wu Ming happened to sweep into the range of this move, and it looked like he accidentally bumped in, but in fact, Jin Shaobai saw through his figure.

Burst!

Wu Ming was unexpected, and when he was caught off guard, his body suddenly flew upside down, and blood spurted from his mouth in response.

Jin Shaobai was unforgiving, and at the moment when Wu's life landed, his fatal killing move came again.

"Proud sword, kill!"

In the midst of the indifferent cheers, Jin Shaobai lost his left hand, and held the evil shadow high in his right hand.

In the next moment, the evil energy true yuan urged, and he practiced the sword and slashed angrily.

Rumble~~~

It is like opening the world, showing the tyranny of the sword, the proud posture, and the unparalleled power, cutting everything in front of him in two.

"Tut-tut...... If you don't work hard, you're going to be finished!"

Wu Ming didn't care about the injury, and with a turn of the brush in his hand, he drew a talisman out of thin air.

At the same time, he took out a painting he had just made and threw it straight at the talisman.

"It's better to paint the skin and bones, it's better to paint the soul, give it to me!"

The evil curse is sacrificed, and the shock is born.

I saw that after the painting and the charm fused, there was a dark and evil light flickering.

Then, a ghost appeared, with white hair, a handsome face, dressed in a white robe, and holding an evil sword.

It turned out to be a ghost Jin Shaobai!

Compared to Jin Shaobai's deity, this ghost is almost identical in appearance except for the ghostly spirit.

The moment the ghost Jin Shaobai appeared, the evil sword in his hand was raised and slashed, and it was the proud sword of the blood knife technique.

Posture, movements, and demeanor are all the same as Jin Shaobai just now.

Boom!

In an instant, two domineering and peerless swords collided together, with a loud noise, and the mountains and rivers shook.

However, Jin Shaobai's sword move is even more powerful than the ghost Jin Shaobai.

After breaking the ghost Jin Shaobai's knife move, the remaining momentum did not disappear, and he drove straight in, splitting the ghost Jin Shaobai in half.

Whew!

In the smoke and dust in the sky, the ghost painting blessed by the rune seal also cracked.

Although he lost a ghost painting, Wu Ming escaped and saved his life by luck.

"Tut-tut...... Run away, run away, it's really a dangerous guy, and it's hard to save your life if you don't go. ”

Ignoring the image, he ran away in embarrassment.

The ghost body technique came into play at this time, and in the blink of an eye, he had already fled dozens of feet away.

Immediately after, he wanted to unite his body and sword, turning into sword light and fleeing.

But at this moment, a white light shot towards him, and the extremely deadly aura made his soul tremble.

"Tut-tut...... What the hell !!"

Wu was so desperate that he almost didn't think about it, and sacrificed a means to save his life.

Bang!

Before the white light arrived, his whole body disappeared into thin air.

However, his cages, brushes, drawing paper, flying swords and other things were all left in the place where they disappeared.

"Hmmm......"

Jin Shaobai frowned and withdrew the blood gourd.

He sensed the surroundings with his primordial spirit, and indeed did not find Wu Ming again, as if he had really disappeared.

After a little groaning, he walked over and picked up the things left by Wu Ming.

In particular, the remaining one of the two paintings made by Wu Minggang has ghosts and shadows on it, and it still seems to be blurred.

However, Jin Shaobai's eyes showed a yin-yang diagram, and he could see it clearly with his yin-yang spiritual pupils, and the ghost in the painting was his appearance.

Moreover, it looks like this one is more like the one he just destroyed.

"Humph!"

Jin Shaobai's eyes were cold, and the sword qi in his palm burst out, completely destroying the painting.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a yin and yang spirit pupil, he would have really been bluffed by Wu Ming.

After all, Wu Ming really pretended to be very similar just now, and he was completely intent on the pheasant and Yuan Qianqiu.

But in fact, the drunkard does not mean to drink.

"Ghost Confucian Painter ......"

Jin Shaobai frowned, "Where did it come from, why did you target me?"

Wu Ming's evil skill is weird, and he doesn't understand the mystery.

However, through an encounter, he could vaguely see that this fang was painted with a ghost and could be ghosted into a portrait in the painting.

Maybe it's because the evil skills are not refined, and the ghost shadow that turns into a ghost is much worse than the deity.

But even then, it's terrifying.

If Wu Ming quietly draws all kinds of powerful characters, once they are all summoned, the power is simply terrifying.

Even if his army of living corpses is hard to dare to beat its edge.

"You must find out the details of Wu Ming!" Jin Shaobai had a cold face, and his eyes were gloomy.

He thought that he could turn light into darkness and hide behind the scenes to lay out everything.

But now it seems that it may not be as he hoped.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

In the crisis-ridden rivers and lakes, if there is any carelessness, there is no place to bury him, and he is not allowed to be negligent.

Meanwhile.

A dark cave hundreds of miles away from Yinfeng Ridge.

In the faint light, a portrait was reflected, on which was painted a person, who was a ghost Confucian painter.

Suddenly, the portrait flickered, and then exploded violently, turning into a figure, not Wu Ming, who else could there be?

Wu Ming was quite embarrassed at the moment, his whole body was defenseless.

Moreover, his face was pale, he was in a cold sweat, his heart was beating fast, his breath was panting, and he looked like he had palpitations.

"Tut-tut...... It's so dangerous, I'm almost dead!"

Wu Ming let out a long breath, "Fortunately, I used the painting soul to go, otherwise I would definitely not be able to run just now."

This guy is really evil, and he can see through the secrets of ghost paintings!

And that white light, what kind of evil treasure is it, and the power is so terrifying?

It's a pity that my drawing skills are too poor to draw them all. ”

With a sigh, his brow furrowed, his face full of distress.

This time, his deeds were exposed, and he was already frightened, and it was basically impossible to get close to Jin Shaobai again.

And what he needs to worry about more now is Jin Shaobai's ensuing revenge.

Looking at the short and dangerous confrontation just now, you know that Jin Shaobai is not easy to match, this is an extremely decisive and ruthless person.

Now that you know that he has bad intentions for him, it is impossible to let him go.

Thinking of this, Wu Ming sighed again, regretting his carelessness, losing his wife and breaking his army, and causing boundless trouble.

Now that his magic weapon has been lost, and the life-saving painting has also been destroyed, he is definitely inferior to Jin Shaobai.

“...... I'll have to go back first!"

Wu Ming drooped his head and immediately swept out of the cave, and then used his body to go to the west of the Baiman Mountain Range.

Painting the soul back to the body can save his life for a hundred miles, but the disadvantage is that all the things brought by the soul painting are lost.

Even flying swords, this is true.

Otherwise, he will fly with his sword now, where to run on two legs.

But he hadn't gone far before he felt from a distance that two supreme pressures were coming from the Yin Wind Ridge.

The chilling breath terrifies all beings.