The ghost head is terrible, but what is really terrible is the poisonous mist that makes up the ghost head, these toxins are all combined with the poison system of the ghost mother and various plant poisons, mineral poisons, animal poisons and the poison of heaven and earth. Ordinary poisons turn into smoke, and you only need to hold your breath tightly, and it will be natural and fine. At that time, the poisonous mist released by this Yin Mountain Ghost Mother was extremely weird and permeating, even if you held your breath, they would still penetrate through the tiny pores of the human body.

The ghost head flew in, and many people had already broken out in a cold sweat for Simon Jianni. Although Ximen Jian's performance before was amazing, he had been fighting for a long time after all, and he had just performed the Nine Turns of Xuanbing, and he was already tired.

The sword shone like snow, and the sword light was as dazzling as the ice of a glacier under the scorching sun.

Burst!

The originally hideous ghost head was like a deflated ball, and the black mist stopped advancing in vain, turning into a blank black mass that spread out on all sides.

A hint of surprise flashed on the face of the Yin Mountain Ghost Mother Yin Vulture.

"Such exquisite swordsmanship, such a clever Ximen Sword Saint, he actually pierced the poison core with one sword!"

"In that case, try the old body trick over there!"

After speaking, the Yinshan Ghost Mother made a long-sleeved move, and the black butterflies shrouded Ximen Jian like a dark cloud. Although they look like a dark cloud, they are not dark clouds after all. As he approached Ximenjian, all the Stygian butterflies scattered and wrapped towards Ximenjian, wrapping him in a ball.

The butterfly obscured everyone's sight. It's hard to see what's inside. It's just that almost everyone feels. Even this brilliant Simon Sword Master. It's time to drink and hate under this butterfly.

This trick of the butterfly flying wildly is the unique skill of the ghost mother of Yinshan. On each butterfly, there is her extremely strong toxin, as long as one is not careful, the butterfly will fall on the body, it will immediately turn into a puddle of pus and blood and die.

"It's a pity! According to his age and qualifications, the Ximen Sword Saint may even become a witch god," Old Man Zhao sighed slightly.

Wrapped in the butterfly, the long sword in Ximenjian's hand turned into a circle of swords. Every time the sword goes out, a butterfly will inevitably turn into powder. The sword flew as if water could not penetrate it, and no butterfly could come within three feet of him.

A stick of incense time passed, and those butterflies were still wrapped together, which proved that Ximen Jian who was wrapped in it was not dead. This came as a surprise to most people, but it was acceptable. Half an hour passed, but the Stygian Butterfly still did not disperse, and the face of the Yin Mountain Ghost Mother became much more ugly. There was a scream of unknown meaning from their mouths, and those butterflies seemed to go crazy under the urging of the screams. The frequency with which the wings flickered and the intensity of the impact began to become higher and larger.

Layers of Stygian butterflies were killed. Then more butterflies pounced. Ximen Jian was like a machine, persistently wielding the long sword in his hand. Not a point faster, not a point slower.

An hour passed, and when the dark cloud of butterflies became thinner and thinner, everyone finally saw the situation inside.

Seeing the situation inside, everyone gasped. Because at this time, Ximen Jian's demeanor was no different from when he was first wrapped in the butterfly, not only did he not have a trace of embarrassment, but he seemed a little leisurely.

The sword in his hand stabbed around his body lightly, and each sword did not waste the slightest true element, and it was always just right.

Looking at the Stygian Butterfly that she had lost almost half of her life, the ghost mother of Yinshan was simply distressed by the drop of blood, these were all things that she had worked hard to raise for most of her life, but now she was killed by Ximen Jian in an hour.

A few screams to recall the butterflies that were less than a fifth left. The ghost mother of Yinshan looked at Ximen Jian with a gloomy face, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay!

Ximen Jian still didn't mean to talk to her, but just provoked a few sword flowers, rippling a circle of sword qi, sweeping away the poisonous gas that remained around, and finally put the long sword in his hand into the scabbard.

Seeing Ximen Jian's long sword returned to the sheath, the yin on the face of the ghost mother of Yin Mountain completely boiled, and gradually evolved into a cruel and angry expression.

In front of her Yinshan ghost mother, Ximen Jian dared to return the sword to the sheath, if he was not looking for death, he would despise her Yinshan ghost mother. This kind of insult is a naked act of slapping the face in front of everyone.

"Okay! Sure enough, there are talents from the country, and a new generation replaces the old! I haven't been out of the mountain for many years, and I have been so despised by the juniors!" said the ghost mother of Yinshan angrily.

Ximen Jian finally spoke, and as soon as he spoke, he burst the powder keg.

"It's easy to say! It's easy to say! Old and not dead is a thief! Today is also a good day and an auspicious day, just to send you on the road, lest some people say that I don't know how to respect the elderly, and lest some certain demon women be disrespectful to the old, and a lot of old people will come out and jump around!"

The ghost mother of Yinshan was trembling with anger. No matter what kind of woman she is, no matter how old she is, the issue of age is always not a taboo that cannot be mentioned. And Ximen Jian not only repeated it again and again, but also sprinkled a few handfuls of salt after tearing open the wound.

Not only was the Yinshan Ghost Mother trembling with anger, but the people who heard Ximen Jian's words also had a feeling of world collapse one by one. Before, Ximen Jian gave them the feeling of being arrogant and cold, which was a temperament beyond the mortal. In everyone's imagination, people like Ximenjian should not speak often. Even when he speaks, he is concise and powerful, without nonsense and nonsense.

But what happened before? What is that kind of language that is so deeply ridiculous? What is this kind of image subversion? The most rare thing is that Ximen Jian is unceremoniously speaking vicious language in his mouth, but his face is still the same iceberg expression. This sense of disobedience makes people look how depressed and depressed they are.

"Oh boy, I'm going to tear you apart!"

The ghost mother of Yinshan roared angrily, reversed her old and staggering appearance before, and quickly waved the black dragon head crutch in her hand and knocked towards Ximenjian. A black poisonous fire erupted from the dragon head of the dragon head crutch and rushed straight towards Ximen Jian's face door.

Scold!

The sword was unsheathed again. The sword light brought up by the momentum of drawing the sword was like a crescent moon, penetrating the obstacles of space, directly crushing those poisonous fires, and slamming into the dragon head of the dragon head crutch.

Clang!

Almost the last to come, Ximen Jian's sword and crescent-like sword light slashed the dragon's head crutch at the same time.

Yinshan Ghost Mother's hands were shocked, and she found that two fierce and sharp sword qi had actually been transmitted to her body through the dragon's head crutch, shaking her hands numbly.

Before she could react, Simon stabbed her with another sword.

Chopping, stabbing, teasing, sweeping, intercepting, hanging, collapsing, pointing, wiping, lifting, racking, blocking, belting, piercing, chopping, cutting, holding, these most basic sword moves have the power to turn decay into magic in the hands of Ximen Jian.

Every sword out must be the simplest, most direct, most powerful, and most effective move. Each move happened to hit the soft underbelly of the Yin Mountain Ghost Mother's moves.

Looking at Ximen Jian's swordsmanship, the Yinshan Ghost Mother's face gradually began to have an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

Boom!

With a crisp sound, the dragon head crutch of the ghost mother of Yinshan was picked up by Ximen Jian and flew out.

Looking at her empty hands, the ghost mother of Yinshan seemed to be sleepwalking. Since the handover, all her actions have been completed as if they were under the control of Ximenjian.

Ximen Jian didn't use any grand or shocking moves, but the effect he achieved far exceeded those moves.

"You, you!" The Yinshan Ghost Mother pointed at Ximen Jian with trembling fingers, with an expression of disbelief: "You go to die!" The expression of the Yinshan Ghost Mother instantly returned to its original ruthlessness.

Poisonous gases flew out from the seven orifices of the Yinshan Ghost Mother, and then rushed towards Ximenjian. As if they had spirituality, these poisonous gases turned into seven cold little snakes, bypassing the tip of Ximenjian's sword and biting at Ximenjian's wrist.

Swish!

Almost at the same time, a series of sword qi came out of Ximen Jian's body, and the cold black snakes suddenly became full of holes under the sprint of these sword qi. The little snake was stabbed, but the mouth of the ghost mother of Yinshan let out a series of screams, and her originally dignified and beautiful face was completely distorted into a ball, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

Just when the outcome was a foregone conclusion, a streamer of light quickly crossed the void and flashed towards the Yinshan Ghost Mother.

"Be careful!" exclaimed the man who noticed the flash. I don't know if I want to let the ghost mother of Yinshan be careful, or Ximen Jian should be careful.

In the midst of the screams, the streamer had already been injected into the body of the Yinshan Ghost Mother. But seeing that the body of the ghost mother of Yin Mountain, which was originally wailing, suddenly stiffened, the expression on the whole person's face suddenly became numb, and then his whole body was loosened, and then he quickly writhed. Even from a distance, she could hear the click of bones grinding against her.

When the Yinshan Ghost Mother raised her head again, the faint people actually saw a strange smile on her face.

"I won't just give up if I don't have money, although this old woman is older, but her strength is still very strong. I will use the heart of Yama to control her, Ximen Jian, a lifeless and painless ghost mother of Yinshan, will definitely be able to solve you. ”

"The inheritance of the second emperor, I won't be empty of money!"

It turned out that the money that was suppressed and defeated by Ximen Jian before was not empty.

There was a scuffle before, thinking that he had left early, but he didn't expect that he was still peeping in secret, and he didn't appear until this moment, and in one fell swoop used the heart of Yama to control the ghost mother of Yinshan. Use the ghost mother of Yinshan as a puppet to face off with Ximen Jian.

Apparently with the idea of killing two birds with one stone. (To be continued......)