Facing the evil ghosts that swept in from all directions like a blizzard, Zhang Muxian snorted coldly and said, "Do you really think that the poor road can't subdue you?"

The five fingers of Zhang Muxian's right hand are put together in the shape of a crane's beak, and the five fingers beat in turn, and a trace of blue light will emerge from the fingertips every time they beat, and finally the five blue lights are woven together in a double helix way to become a transparent silk thread. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hidden clumsy is clumsy!" Zhang Muxian burst out, and the transparent silk thread penetrated into a "snowflake array" with a mysterious trajectory.

After the transparent silk thread penetrated into the snowflake array, the bodies of the six demons connected together immediately changed color, turning from jet black to pitch black, and then a trace of golden light appeared in the center of the formation. With the appearance of the golden light, the chests of the six evil ghosts all revealed a trace of golden light from the inside out, and the golden light spread rapidly like a plague, and the six evil ghosts were burned by the golden light, let out a terrible scream, and hurriedly dispersed, but most of the resentment in the whole body had dissipated, and the six evil ghosts directly degenerated into ordinary ghosts.

Zhang Muxian's wrist shook, and he swung out the transparent silk thread like a long whip and plunged into another snowflake array.

"Bending is stretching!", as Zhang Muxian burst into tears again, another snowflake array was instantly broken by him.

Zhang Muxian took two steps forward, and the transparent silk thread had penetrated into the third snowflake array.

"Use obscurity and clarity!", Zhang Muxian's right hand poked forward like a gun, and the transparent silk thread attached to his finger shattered the third snowflake array.

In a moment, Zhang Muxian broke through three formations in a row, opening a gap in the siege of evil ghosts. What he used was the four tricks for breaking the formation recorded in the Nine Turns Yuan Gong, which were "hiding the clumsy skill", "stretching with bending", "using obscurity and clarity", and "clearing in turbidity". These four tricks were supposed to be used with the Sihe Sword, but Zhang Muxian wanted to leave the Sihe Sword to deal with the Ghost King, so he had to use it instead of the sword.

The ghost king saw Zhang Muxian rush out of the net he had arranged, and there was a seeping ghost cry in his abdomen, and the pitch-black sword in his hand stabbed Zhang Muxian in the chest.

Zhang Muxian's five fingers opened, and the four-way sword appeared in his hand and slashed at the black sword stabbed by the ghost king. The collision of the Sihe Sword and the Black Sword stirred up a burst of sparks, and Zhang Muxian's Sihe Sword was finally extraordinary, leaving five or six gaps in the Ghost King's black sword.

The ghost king did not hesitate, and after the two swords separated, he ignored Zhang Muxian's sword stabbed to the heart, and slashed at Zhang Muxian's waist, which turned out to be the same death. At the same time, he shouted in his mouth and commanded the rest of the evil spirits to come forward and besiege Zhang Muxian.

Zhang Muxian relied on the sharpness of the Sihe Sword to wrestle with the ghost king, and fought evenly for a while, and at the same time, his left hand was bent into a crane's beak, and the silk thread was like a soft whip to protect the airtight behind him, blocking all the evil ghosts two feet outside his body.

Although he was hit by the front and back, Zhang Muxian was not messed up at all, the swordsmanship of his right hand was simple but it was ingenious, and the silk thread of his left hand was full of ingenuity, and he broke the force with skill.

The situation fell into a state of anxiety, and Zhang Muxian said in his heart: "If this stalemate continues, I will inevitably be dragged down by them, and it seems that I can't be more merciful." He silently lucked the mantra in his heart, and the transparent silk thread turned as black as ink, and the cold air on the silk thread was great. The silk thread penetrated into the eyes of a snowflake array, and the six evil ghosts that formed the snowflake array suddenly emitted ten thousand golden lights, burning gold, and the six evil ghosts were already extinguished.

Zhang Muxian swung dozens of whips in one breath, and the evil ghosts behind him were empty, although these evil ghosts did not have spiritual intelligence, they still instinctively felt the huge crisis ahead and hesitated.

The spiritual power in Zhang Muxian's body was instantly consumed by two percent, and he finally won a chance to breathe, and concentrated on developing his swordsmanship and fighting with the ghost king. There are four swordsmanship recorded in the first layer of the Nine Turns Yuan Gong he practiced, each of which has only a few sentences, and it has sword intent but no sword moves, but it is broad and profound.

Zhang Muxian has been secretly figuring out one of the swordsmanship in the lower realm these days, and now he has fought dozens of moves with the ghost king, and he has used all the sword intent in his heart, and he suddenly feels smooth, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and the sword moves are becoming more and more wishful. Although the ghost king had rich combat experience and did not hesitate to make desperate moves, he was still pressed by Zhang Muxian.

Seeing this, Zhang Muxian attached more importance to the Nine Turns Yuan Gong in his heart, and a few mantras on the first layer could actually practice a powerful sword technique, and this Nine Turns Yuan Gong must be a mastery of the Three Realms.

The rest of the evil ghosts saw that the ghost king was in danger, and they were immediately ready to besiege Zhang Muxian again.

As the sword move unfolded, Zhang Muxian's mind became calmer and calmer, but the killing intent in his heart gradually rose. He found that for every point of killing intent in his heart, the power of his sword moves was even greater. Zhang Muxian had long forgotten the idea of keeping his hands at this time, and only thought about killing as much as he could, killing the ghost king in front of him, and causing all the evil ghosts behind him to be destroyed and turned into ashes.

With the addition of many evil ghosts, the ghost king gradually regained a little disadvantage, but he was still terrified in his heart, every point on his sword power increased, Zhang Muxian's sword power increased by two points, and the disadvantage he had just recovered was slipping away little by little.

Zhang Muxian was majestic on the surface, turning silk into a whip with his left hand to whip wave after wave of evil ghosts into ashes, and suppressing the ghost king with a four-way sword in his right hand, but he calmly analyzed in his heart that when he killed a thousand more evil ghosts, it was the time when his spiritual power was exhausted, and if he couldn't kill the ghost king before that, he would definitely be eaten by a thousand ghosts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Muxian's heart was even more murderous, and the black silk behind him was rolling like thunder, and a group of evil ghosts were scattered under his whip, never beyond life, and it was a complete suicide attack.

is also in the face of death, the last time he was trapped in the demon cave, he was devastated, but now he is calm and calm, thinking: "It turns out that force brings people not only self-confidence but also a fearless heart, if I run out of spiritual power and become a lamb, I don't know if I can still maintain my calm at this time, and can I still have the heart to fight to the death?"

Zhang Muxian asked with his heart, but did not come up with an answer, his heart was irritable, the killing intent was inexplicably a little more vigorous, the black silk in his left hand was even more ruthless, and many evil ghosts were like moths fighting fire under his whip.

Seeing that all the evil ghosts under his subordinates had lost hundreds in a moment, the Ghost King let out a series of angry roars from his mouth, and a two-inch-long red fierce light appeared in his eyes, and his sword moves were all all tricks that ended in the same end.

The roar of a ghost led all the ghosts to roar together, and the roar of all the ghosts contained endless unwillingness, and this sound actually connected the grievances on their bodies and went straight to the sky.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, cold and biting, and a crystal snow particle fell on Zhang Muxian's face. Zhang Muxian looked up, and snow particles were falling in the sky.

"When the snow falls in autumn, there will be grievances. A thought flashed through Zhang Muxian's mind.

Zhang Muxian had already concluded at this time that these evil ghosts must have great grievances, and sighed secretly, I can't be ruthless after all. As soon as the killing intent in his heart dissipated, the power of his moves was naturally weakened.

Chunjiang Plumbing Duck Prophet, the evil ghost behind him saw that the power of Zhang Muxian's moves was weakened, and he was even more fearless of attacking, the red light flashed in the eyes of the ghost king in front of him, and the sword moves in his hand were also weakened by a point.