"The sword master is mighty! the sword master is mighty!!"

All the cultivators under their feet shouted at the sword-wielding man at this time, with an extremely fanatical expression on their faces, it seemed that this person surnamed Luo was very famous here. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, this person did not have the slightest emotional fluctuation because of the shouts of the people below, and his face was still the same as the ancient well, and he slowly swung the flying sword back, and his palm gently brushed the blade of the sword, and suddenly a supreme battle intent emanated from his body.

"Fight!" all the cultivators shouted fanatically, and their momentum was unmatched for a while, and they actually forced the ghost clan back for several miles.

"Fight!" Sun Hao's heart couldn't help shouting, he was completely invaded by this battle intent into his mind at this moment, at this moment he almost forgot how he came here, and he forgot who he was, he only remembered one thing, he was a flying sword at this time, a flying sword that slaughtered evil ghosts!

"Fight!" The monk surnamed Luo also shouted, holding the flying sword in his hand, but did not sacrifice the flying sword again, but like a martial artist in the mortal world, he held the sword tightly in his hand, and in this way, he turned into one with the sword, and rushed straight into the battle array of the ghost clan.

Sun Hao only felt that his strength had never been so strong, as long as it was where he went, none of the ghosts had room to resist, and all the ghosts were under his edge, and they instantly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared into the air.

Although the monk surnamed Luo who held the sword rushed into the battlefield and was not using a sword move that killed a wide area, the sword light that was wielded alone was a hundred zhang long, and the damage caused by sweeping through the past was no less than the "earth-shattering stroke" used before.

"Sun Hao" at this time to kill the rise, in front of him, no one is his enemy, the flying sword he turned into at this time has accumulated momentum to the extreme, has formed an invincible momentum, no one can stop him from continuing before, the cultivators behind him are also following the footsteps of the monk surnamed Luo, treating him as a sharp knife, slowly pushing forward, at this time still occupy a slight upper hand.

With the power of one person, he can control the war, such a mighty power is really rare in the world!

However, just when Sun Hao was on the rise, his sword blade encountered resistance, it was a very delicate palm, which looked very delicate, like a woman's palm, white and pitiful, Sun Hao couldn't bear to slash at it.

But this is naturally not up to him, and the monk surnamed Luo still slashed his sword towards this palm.

The flying sword was unable to break through this palm, that is, even the sword light was tightly held by that palm, and Sun Hao only felt that he was enveloped by a more powerful force, and he couldn't move a bit.

However, the monk surnamed Luo did not have the slightest hurry, but the hand holding the hilt of the sword stopped steadily, and the palm of the hand was deadlocked, and his mouth wrote lightly: "Ghost hand god general!

And in the darkness, there was also an extremely strange-sounding voice responded: "Mr. Luo is polite, I am not sure that this sword of yours will be broken, and even now I can't hold it in my hand!"

"So what are you waiting for?"

"Mr. Luo, what the ghost lord said still counts, now that your world's qi is exhausted, you and this sword in your hand alone can't last long, as long as you are willing to submit to our ghost clan, the ghost lord is willing to wash your body for you personally, and make you the most powerful ghost general under him, don't you want to think about it?"

At this moment, the conversation between the two was listened to by many people present, and both the cultivators and the ghost clan slowed down a lot. They are waiting for the answer of the monk surnamed Luo, and the current situation is already obvious, if the monk surnamed Luo surrenders, then the ghost clan will win, but if he does not surrender, people and demons may still have life to flip, so all this is between the thought of the monk surnamed Luo, and everyone is waiting for his answer.

The monk surnamed Luo still didn't move, just held the hilt of the sword in his hand, slowly lowered his head, no one could guess his thoughts, but at this moment, Sun Hao and him became one, but he could feel the fluctuations in his heart, and he had already understood his decision in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Sure enough, just a few breaths later, the monk surnamed Luo raised his head suddenly, and suddenly chuckled: "Being a ghost clan, it's not too bad to think about......

"But!" he said, "Although I am not a good person, and I don't have the feelings of taking the world as my own responsibility, I only know one thing, if it is not my race, its heart will be different! You invade our world for no reason, slaughter our monks, vainly want to turn the whole world into your territory, and want to turn all of us into lowly ghosts like you, no matter how much monk will tolerate this kind of practice, and I will not let it!"

"Mr. Luo, don't you think about it too much......" The ghost hand god general seemed to want to persuade a few words, but suddenly he seemed to sense that something was wrong, and suddenly let out a terrible cry, and saw that the palm of the hand was suddenly retracted, like a frightened rabbit, and turned around to flee.

But this was a little late, Sun Hao only felt a strange energy that he had never seen before poured into his sword body, this energy was extremely powerful, several times stronger than before, that is, the sword body made of materials he didn't know was faintly unbearable.

"Die!" the monk surnamed Luo shouted, when he was watching, he didn't know when he was holding the flying sword to catch up with the ghost hand who fled forward, and the long sword did not hesitate at all, and pierced straight into the white and tender palm.

"Ahh

This is the true body of this ghost hand god general! The monk surnamed Luo did not hesitate at all, and flew away with a flash, and with a sword, he brought up a lightning-like flying practice and slashed down fiercely.

The Ghost Hand God was not able to hold on to even a breath under such a might, and disappeared into the air as a void of smoke!

"Mighty!" There were bursts of shouting from the crowd, and the momentum was so strong that they began to kill the ghost clan.

However, Sun Hao could feel that the monk surnamed Luo did not relax in the slightest, but he was unprecedentedly vigilant at this time, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, looking straight at the sky with his eyes, and muttering in his mouth: "Ghost master...... Are you finally going to make a move, I just don't know if this sword of mine can withstand a few of your attacks!"

The next moment, he saw the battle intent in his body protrude, holding the long sword in his hand, pointing straight at the sky and shouting: "Rats, come out and fight me!" (To be continued.) )