Chapter Ninety-Seven: Ghosts

The white breath slowly emerged.

A paper man.

The softness moves with the wind and the fluctuations of the space, and it also falls softly to the ground.

Ye Bai couldn't seem to be something like this, penetrating the void, tearing through everything, and coming from an unknown distance.

"White ghosts?"

Ye Bai frowned and said.

The cat quickly grabbed this side, the claws were all patches of blood red, the smell flowing in the air became bloody, and the space near the claws was marked with blood, which was a reaction of the demonic energy boiling to the extreme.

This paper man.

The softness fell to the ground.

Then, as if it was filled with breath by something, it instantly swelled up and turned into a woman with a small thickness of about the white of the leaves.

The woman is extremely small.

But there is a sharp aura around his body.

She still held a miserable white sword in her fingers.

In an instant, it turned.

It was to kill the old lady.

Soul Eater is fast though.

But it still can't be reached, because the white paper figure is faster, like a shooting star

The old lady looked at the woman who had been transformed into a paper figure.

At the center of the eyebrows, blood flowed.

Tick

Tick.

Blood is flying.

Turned into a Dao Dao blood bead, round and rolling, towards the white ghost spirit, the blood bead, extremely fast, electric and flint, but the sword of the white ghost spirit is even faster.

Cutting the crystal clear blood beads, Ye Bai could even see the smooth sides on the cut blood beads.

There's nothing around you anymore that can stop you.

"Bang"

The stool under the old lady.

It snapped with a bang.

Her body fell, vertically. The white face of the white ghost spirit appeared a touch of ruddy, and the white ghost spirit did not expect that this bamboo and rattan rocking chair would fall out of thin air, after all, this chair was so hard at the beginning.

So the white ghost spirit reacted a little slower.

But.. It still doesn't seem to help.

The old lady's figure fell.

Looking at the thin sword that fell from the sky, this thin sword was very small, like made of paper, and it seemed that it could only stab a person's body, and it had no ability.

But the old lady watched for not knowing how many of her own kind were killed.

This sword light.

Hehe.

Under a sword.

The whole person will be torn apart, and a line of white sword qi will turn into a trajectory on the person's body, and a living person will only be left with a pile of rotten meat.

The old lady was already waiting to die.

This sword is too fast.

It's a long story, but it's just a breath.

If you don't have good vision, you can only see the sword falling.

The old lady was already dead.

The old lady looked at the sword.

Wait for death.

But for a moment, I heard a sword sound in the distance, this sword sound was different from the white sword, it was not so sharp sword qi, but a kind of killing intent Ling Ran, when the sound of this sword sound sounded, the old lady just smelled a smell of blood.

I don't know what kind of person can practice such a sword.

I don't know what kind of person can use such a sword. ‘

The old lady knew that her fate had been saved.

Ye Bai's sword arrived.

A rusty, bloodstained sword and a curved paper sword the size of a thumb collided in the void.

This time.

It is a decision between life and death.

The supreme swordsman makes a move, in fact, there is only a moment, a moment of life and death, an instant of victory or defeat, and an instant is enough.

Those who wield swords originally admired the sword.

The sword is for killing.

So be quick.

The sword fell.

Ye Bai did not move.

A moment later.

When Ye Bai turned around, a gap appeared from his shoulder, and his entire arm was broken off by Qi Root, Ye Bai didn't think that he would suffer such a price, but it was like this.

Ye Bai's broken arm.

When it falls into the ground, it turns into a mess of rotten meat.

It was that sword qi that was released in that arm. ’

It was the first time Ye Bai had used such a sword qi.

It's the first time I've experienced such life and death.

Ye Bai touched half of his arm.

Muttered, "Where do you think you can run?"

Ye Bai has never been a generous person, this white ghost spirit cut off half of his arm, and if he still wants to leave, then he is a fool.

Ye Bai looked at the cat.

The cat barked suddenly into the distance.

Ye Bai nodded and said, "Good cat." ”

He swordsman.

In the distance, there was a scream in the sky.

The calf-tall woman fell.

Ye Bai drew his sword.

And so on. ”

The old lady coughed and tried to speak.

But Ye Bai's eyes suddenly glanced at the old lady, the old lady didn't know how many people she had killed in her life, but she had never seen a decisive look.

Sword movement.

The white ghost spirit with the thickness of the calf began to bleed, and then... When the wind blew, it turned into pieces of paper, fluttering wantonly against the sky.

Ye Bai wiped his empty sleeves.

Then he sat on the ground.

Coughing constantly.

Gulping out blood, the sound of breathing in the nostrils, like the sound of a worn bellows, whirring and whirring.

I don't know how long it was.

Ye Bai recovered.

He muttered, "You say, what does a swordsman's arm need to pay?"

"Your life isn't worth it. ”

Ye Bai chattered.

His face is hairy, half an arm, and he often uses the right hand of the sword, of course, he has always used the right hand, but his left hand sword is also good, but it is almost a waste of time to be able to practice well.

Ye Bai coughed.

The old lady was touching the cat.

The cat's turquoise eyes.

I didn't dare to look at Ye Bai, and shouted in a panic.

"Young man, what do you want to know?" the old lady asked, her dry fingers kept touching the cat's body, and then moved her body, Ye Bai glanced over there, only to see that the underside of the body had slowly turned into wood.

Looks like the curse is still there.

The old man came from a distance, and it seemed that he already knew that Ye Bai had saved the old lady, so he didn't shy away from Ye Bai, withered his fingers, held a pitch-black wooden box, and then put it next to the old lady and said, "There is also a ghost Shura." ”

The old lady lifted the wooden box.

There was a Shura with a blue face and already dead, and at this moment they looked inside, and this Shura only had a head left, and he actually looked at them, looking at them with two eyes that looked straight at him, with an indescribable weirdness.

The old lady touched the head with her hand.

The eye at the center of the eyebrows slowly opened, and then the pitch-black eyes kept changing, as if they were absorbing Shura's memory, but the rest of Shura's head was also constantly hideous, roaring.

There was no sound though.

But it can be felt in great pain

Black blood flowed from the corners of the old lady's mouth.

Softly said: "It's still the same, it's still the same, it's still the same." The old lady kept repeating, and she suddenly glanced at Ye Bai and said, "One of your arms, say it." ”

Ye Bai said in a low voice: "I want some information on the fall of the Yue Nu Sect to confirm some things." ”

The old lady nodded.

pointed to the dilapidated study house made of yellow bamboo in the distance, and then threw a key to Ye Bai and said: "Do whatever you want, of course, some things are actually better not yet known, the more you know, the faster you will die." ”

The old man was silent.

He sat silently.

At this moment, the surrounding aura suddenly began to flow, and when the voice came, Ye Bai nodded.

The old lady slowly lifted up her vine chair, and sat on it again, slowly shaking with the wind, if it weren't for Ye Bai's lack of an arm, everything seemed to have happened.

He put the brass key away.

Then he walked upstairs step by step.

...

The fat man's somewhat anxious voice came.

"Where did you go?"

Halfway through the words, but when he still didn't finish speaking, he rushed over directly, frowned and said: "Lu country, this is Lu country, who moved you? Who has such courage to dare to move my Confucian people, Lingtian Miaodao?"

It was the first time Ye Bai saw the fat man look so angry.

He shook his head, not ready to let the fat man know what he had sent from Wu Ren.

It was so weird.

Who wants to believe that the place where they live is a circle, and themselves, including Ye Bai himself, of course, are nothing more than .... It's just a raised livestock, waiting for the time when it is fat and strong, and it is eaten up by an unknown being.

Ye Bai said: "There is nothing to do. ”

"Nothing?" the fat man frowned.

"It's nothing, it's just that I encountered some things, and something happened to the exercises I practiced, so I had to scrap an arm. Ye Bai said, then sat on the ground, and then raised his arm.

A little bit of flesh began to slowly turn out on his smooth arm.

The granules were wriggling.

It seems to be growing towards it.

This is the problem of Ye Bai's physique, the physique of the ancients is extremely extraordinary. It wasn't that difficult to regenerate from a broken arm, but it was still much slower than the legend.

Ten days estimate.

It's a tiny arm that grows, and then it grows and extends.

Ten days later.

His new arm still needs to be constantly run-in, and it also needs a lot of qi and blood during this period.

The fat man looked at Ye Bai's appearance.

Suddenly laughed and said, "I'm not stupid. There are some things you hide from me, just hide them from me, but I hope. If you really encounter something that can't be solved, you have to tell me, maybe I can't do anything right now, but... I'll help you one day."

The fat man's voice grew smaller and deeper.

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