The ghost saint is a well-known figure for a long time, and he has a lot of experience in the rivers and lakes, and he immediately thought that Zhang Ming was likely to be physically exhausted.

On the surface, you are calm and relaxed, but you may not be fine.

It seems that he is seriously injured, and his life may not be in danger.

This is the so-called virtual is real, and real is virtual.

If what Zhang Ming said was true, the rest of the killers died under his sword, and the Ghost Saint thought that he had a hope of winning. No matter how strong Zhang Ming is, in the eyes of the ghost saint, he is only a mid-congenital martial artist, chasing and killing more than ten congenital assassins overnight, even if it is an iron body, he can't stand it.

"Zhang Ming, the old man was really almost bluffed by you. The Ghost Saint sneered, "You have killed so many people, I don't know how much innate true qi you still have, and how much physical strength you still have to use?"

Zhang Ming's speed is too fast, the ghost saint knows that he can't escape, at this time, instead of running for his life, it is better to fight to the death, if he can kill Zhang Ming, then he will make a lot of money. Five million taels of silver is also a very huge wealth for an innate martial artist.

Zhang Ming smiled and said, "Won't you know if you try it?"

Casting his technique, Zhang Ming turned into a phantom and rushed towards the ghost saint. Within ten zhang, Zhang Ming unleashed his sword and kept attacking the ghost saint.

The Ghost Saint's body protection qi is very strong, and it is even more powerful than Wang Wensen, and Zhang Ming's sword wants to hurt him, and the chance is very slim. However, Zhang Ming's purpose in using his sword was not to harm the Ghost Saint, but to consume his innate true qi.

The speed of consuming true qi is not very fast, but if you use the protective body qi to resist the fierce sword, the consumption of innate true qi will be accelerated exponentially.

As long as Zhang Ming keeps attacking, even if it is the innate true qi of a late-stage innate martial artist, it can only support more than three hours.

Although the Ghost Saint is a mid-congenital martial artist, it is comparable to the late congenital stage, and Zhang Ming plans to use three hours to grind. Using three hours to kill the strong man of the Ghost Saint, Zhang Ming thought it was worth it.

However, Zhang Ming's current physical strength and qi and blood energy can only support the battle for three hours. Therefore, every time Zhang Ming attacks, he must be calculated and careful. Once the power is used too quickly, the true qi of the ghost saint is not consumed by then, and he is too tired to run, then it is really dangerous.

"Zhang Ming, you can't break the old man's body protection!"

The ghost saint shouted loudly while casting a claw technique to fight back: "Your body is mysterious, your speed is fast, the old man can't hit you, but you can't break my defense, it's better for us to leave it at that." The old man won't come to assassinate you again in the future, how about it?"

The power of the Ghost Saint was obviously above Zhang Ming, but every time he attacked Zhang Ming, he would speed up, or even avoid it in advance. This feeling of power and nowhere to use made the ghost saint very aggrieved.

Zhang Ming sneered: "You only want to give up now? It's too late!"

Zhang Ming's body and attacks all carry a mysterious sense of rhythm, and every time he attacks, the sword is attacking at the weakest place of the ghost saint's qi.

Little by little, time passed.

Zhang Ming was still calm, turning into a phantom around the ghost saint from time to time, and the sword continued to attack.

The Ghost Saint's Body Protective Qi had become a little thin, and although Zhang Ming's sword still couldn't break through his defenses, it could be seen that the Ghost Saint's innate true qi had already consumed more than half. Even when I cast the claw technique, my speed slowed down a bit.

These situations of the ghost saint can't hide Zhang Ming's perception.

The ghost saint's eyes turned red, the green light kept flickering, and his nostrils were panting. His breath began to grow chaotic.

"Why, why can't I hit?" the Ghost Saint roared loudly in his heart, "It's been so long, and I haven't even hit Zhang Ming once. What kind of martial arts is he cultivating, and why can he predict my attacks?"

Zhang Ming, who has comprehended a trace of sincerity, can already make a rough judgment of the attack on the ghost saint, coupled with the speed of his body, it is impossible for the ghost saint to hit him.

The ghost saint roared loudly: "Zhang Ming, if you have the ability, you will fight hard with the old man, don't blindly dodge." What kind of hero are you?"

The true qi is consumed too much, and he can't hit the opponent, he can't escape and escape, and if he continues to consume it, the ghost saint has already felt the threat of death.

has been famous for many years, and it is the first time that the ghost saint has encountered an opponent like Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming is like a wild wolf, with enough patience and caution, constantly consuming the opponent's physical strength and energy, and when the opponent is exhausted, he will give a fatal blow.

The Ghost Saint is powerful, but his strength depends on his pure innate true qi, and in terms of physical strength, he can't be compared with Zhang Ming at all.

"Your strength is above the official, give up the advantage and fight with you? Do you think the official is a fool?"

Zhang Ming laughed coldly as he attacked.

The two of them fought and spent time, and the time was almost three hours, and they had already left the boundary of Qing'an County.

The ghost saint was furious, roared again and again, fought back frantically, and constantly forced Zhang Ming back. Unfortunately, this was useless, Zhang Ming retreated, and after dodging the claw attack, he would immediately use the sword to attack.

Zhang Ming's current sword can barely break through the Ghost Saint's body protection qi. On the body of the ghost saint, there are many scars left by the sword.

"To destroy it, you must first make it mad. ”

The more it came to the last moment, the more calm Zhang Ming became.

Because the more things get to the end, the more likely it is that things will change, and the success will fall short. In a fight, once something happens, it will be a serious injury or death.

The Ghost Saint was in despair.

It's been three hours, and Zhang Ming doesn't seem to be the same as before, he is still calm and relaxed, and he has inexhaustible strength. The ghost saint doesn't understand, why does a monster like Zhang Ming appear among the martial artists?

"Zhang Ming, if you kill my Ghost Saint, the Golden Corpse Sect will not let you go. The Ghost Saint shouted loudly, "My senior brother is the head of the Golden Corpse Sect, and he is a strong man in the late stage of the congenital stage, he will definitely avenge me!"

Zhang Ming sneered: "Don't say that you are from a second-rate sect of the Golden Corpse Sect, even if you are a first-class sect to backing you, you will definitely die today." ”

"Don't give me a way to live!" the Ghost Saint shouted, "Then let's all die." ”

The ghost saint casts forbidden spells to improve his skills.

The forbidden technique of the Golden Corpse Sect is very dangerous, once used, it will extract all the vitality in the body and turn it into power, even if you kill the enemy, or successfully escape, you will not live for a month at most.

A warrior has no vitality, even if he has strong skills, he will die.

"Don't you think it's too late to cast the forbidden spell now?"

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up, and the ghost saint finally had a huge flaw.

"Kill!"

Zhang Ming gathered the little remaining strength in his body to the tip of the sword, cast a Yu step, and his figure flashed, appearing directly in front of the ghost saint.

The long sword turned into a streamer, breaking through the protective qi, and the tip of the sword pierced into the center of the ghost saint's eyebrows. The sword spat out, destroying the ghost saint's brain.

"Huh?"

The ghost saint was stunned for a moment, and before he could cast the forbidden technique, he felt a sharp pain in his mind, and then his consciousness fell into darkness.

Zhang Ming let go of the hilt of his sword and sat on the spot, no longer glancing at the corpse of the ghost saint next to him. This battle with the Ghost Saint can be described as extremely dangerous, Zhang Ming looks at ease and calm, but in fact, his mental strength and physical strength have been exhausted, since he has cultivated the martial arts, Zhang Ming has never been so tired. If it weren't for the strong perseverance to support it, Zhang Ming might have run away without waiting for the ghost saint to cast the forbidden technique.

"If you don't give up, you'll be pleasantly surprised. In the end, I won. ”

Zhang Ming's sweat came out all over his body, his clothes and hair were all wet, and the whole person seemed to have been fished out of the water.

Killing more than a dozen innate martial artists at one time, including the ghost saint of the Golden Corpse Sect, if this is spread, Zhang Ming will definitely be famous again.

"Restore your strength, breathe your breath and blood. ”

After killing the Ghost Saint, Zhang Ming didn't feel that the crisis was over, and there were obviously several other killers coming.

This time the fight made Zhang Ming gain a lot, especially the battle consciousness has been greatly improved, in the face of the innate mid-stage martial artist, he will no longer feel powerless.

In the realm of martial arts, through this fight, Zhang Ming also had a new understanding. Soon after, I believed that I could become a mid-innate martial artist.

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When Bach came to Qing'an County, he used his identity as a barbarian merchant as a cover, but he did not let others suspect him. It is no secret in the county that Zhang Ming and the barbarians do a leather business.

But Bach didn't know that his appearance attracted Yue Linglong's attention.

Yue Linglong sat in front of the window, and Sun Xin and Xiaoxiao sat beside her.

"Sun Xin, where is your master, who is still in retreat?" Yue Linglong asked with a smile.

Sun Xin nodded and said, "The master said that he would retreat for a period of time. ”

Yue Linglong had joy in her eyes: "Senior Sister Fang's skills are enough, but she lacks some opportunities, since she has a new understanding, it means that it has been a few days since she broke through the innate nature." ”

Xiaoxiao asked, "Miss, can Senior Sister Fang really become an innate martial artist?"

Sun Xin's eyes were full of excitement, if the master became an innate martial artist, then her Sun Xin's status in the Sword Sect would also rise.

"Have you noticed that barbarian on the street?" Yue Linglong glanced at Bach who was wandering on the street, "This barbarian is not simple, his cultivation is not weak, and he is here for the sky-high price." Hehe, Zhang Ming is really attractive now, even the barbarian warriors are interested in him. ”

Sun Xin and Xiaoxiao were both shocked.

"He's here to kill Brother Zhang Ming? What a bold man!" Sun Xin had anger on his face.

Xiaoxiao asked, "Miss, why don't you take action to send this barbarian master away?"

Yue Linglong shook her head and said, "No." Let Zhang Ming come back and deal with it himself. "As long as Bach doesn't wreak havoc in the city, Yue Linglong won't make a move.

County office.

Huang Yun and Yu Cheng received news that several surrounding counties had been sacked by barbarian cavalry, and many people had died, and a lot of property had been robbed. It is believed that it will not be long before these cavalry will enter Qing'an County.

Yu Cheng said anxiously: "Mr. Huang, the county commander is not in the county office at this time, once the barbarian cavalry arrives, how can it be good? Oh, by the way, I also have to notify Fucheng and let General Zhenbei send troops to come. To deal with the barbarian cavalry, you can only rely on the army of Anxi Province. ”

Huang Yun frowned, and said: "We don't know where the county commander is, how can we find it?" Inform the generals of Fucheng and Zhenbei, and the other counties that have been robbed have already passed the news." Now I can only hope that the prefectural magistrate will come back soon. ”

Yu Cheng suddenly said, "Mr. Huang, why don't we go find the Sword Sect?"

Huang Yun's eyes lit up, yes, there was an innate powerhouse opposite the yamen.

"Okay, I'll go to Miss Yue Linglong now, and let her make a move if necessary. Huang Yun hurriedly rushed to the opposite side of the yamen.