After coming back, there was not much greeting between the two sides, and at this moment the words had no power, and the means were everything.

"White ghost, you go and learn the methods of these Xuanyin Sect disciples, and also increase your knowledge. After the head of the Hehuan Sect returned, next to the nine-winged demon Jiao, he said to a man in white beside him.

The white ghost took the order and left.

Xu Cheng's ears moved lightly, and when he heard the voice, he was shocked.

"White ghosts. ”

In Xu Cheng's mind, he suddenly recalled the first-line things in the Hehuan Sect, in the Hehuan Sect, there are two killers in the Black Prison, one black and one white, white is the white ghost, and black is the black mist, which is also a title passed down from generation to generation, and the person who can seize this title from the bloody killing, the cultivation and means can be imagined.

"The head of the labor is given a position. Master Li watched the white ghost go, and said to the head of the house, his voice soft.

"But it's a little sluggish. The head replied, his voice ethereal.

As he spoke, the Ten Thousand Ghost Realm was filled with ghosts and shadows shuttling across the entire field.

When he arrived at Emperor Ying's side, Xu Cheng saw clearly that the small toad on Emperor Ying's shoulder, its mouth moved gently, and a one-person-tall demon couldn't even make a sound and was dragged into the mouth by the toad's small sharp tongue.

Emperor Ying glanced at the toad rather reproachfully.

The toad immediately turned into a dull wooden object, as if it had really become an ornament.

Emperor Ying was also very helpless.

A ring was surrounded by black air, and there were nine core disciples in the middle of the ring.

The white ghost jumped shàngqù with a slight movement, and his body movements were crisp and neat.

"My name is the white ghost, in the late stage of enlightenment, I am separated from the realm of condensation, and I am here to teach you the means. "The white ghost stood in the ring and said, the voice was not loud and there was not much bàqì, but in fact, this white ghost had the courage to stand here and challenge a person, it was already a very courageous thing, if it succeeded. For this white ghost's Dao heart, it is also an increase, and the cultivation will also advance by leaps and bounds with the state of mind.

The white ghost whispered. But there was silence all around.

Although the Demon Gate pays attention to unscrupulous means, it is also time-sharing, and at this moment on such an occasion, the Demon Gate also has to save face.

If at this moment, Emperor Ying's entire cultivator who has already condensed the Dao realm makes a move, then the result can be imagined, but it will inevitably fall into the name of bullying the small with the big and the weak with the strong.

So it's a question of who to send at the moment.

"The head of Xuanyin. ”

At this moment, the head of the Hehuan Sect said to the head of the Xuanyin Sect.

"Is there something going on?"

The voice came ethereally.

"I heard that our three sects have a Blood Fruit Spirit Tree that is going to bear fruit today. Master Li said suddenly.

"If the head of the calendar has something to say, it's better to say it directly. ”

"How about I bet on the three that belong to this sect?" said Master Li, softening his words and continuing, "Otherwise, it would be too boring." ”

In the hall of elders, after hearing this, some elders immediately began to discuss.

"Is it true that the boss is in charge?"

"I heard yes. ”

"The Blood Fruit Spirit Tree, a hundred years of flowering, a hundred years of fruit, is now exactly two hundred years old. ”

"Three, there were a total of eighteen flowers back then, so there should be eighteen fruits, and one of these fruits has the effect of increasing the probability of ordinary disciples breaking through the realm of condensation, even if we take it, it can remove bruises and old diseases in the body, so we can fight." An elder immediately said, his eyes were hot, he had been seriously injured, although he asked for a method, but it was still ten blood spirits as a medicine primer.

"Old Devil. Who doesn't zhīdào you?"

"Hmph, I'm just thinking about it for the sake of the sect. ”

"Don't say anything. The head frowned.

"What do you think of the corpse?"

"No matter what, we have to make a bet, why don't we add some bets? Let these disciples below zhīdào our confidence in them, otherwise, if they have no ambition first, then what are they fighting?" The old corpse said, this old corpse has become a little darker in a few days, and he looks very young.

"Makes sense. "The head of the house.

"No, if you add a bet, then my share" The old demon hurriedly said, there was reluctance in his eyes, but when his eyes saw the corpse old man, he hurriedly closed his mouth and didn't dare to say more, and he regretted it a little in his heart.

"Bastard!" the corpse elder said, and then said slowly, "I'll give it to you, remember that everything you have is given to you in the sect, and it should be taken back, if you don't have such a mind, then what kind of elder are you going to be, it's better to feed my zombies!"

The corpse was facing the man, and the coffin was echoing with a "bang, bang, bang" sound.

"Kid don't dare" The old demon is like a junior in front of this corpse old man at the moment.

The corpse elder snorted coldly and didn't speak.

The head blinked a few times, thoughtfully.

"Why don't you have six? Wouldn't it be too boring?" said the master.

"Huh. If the head of the house wants to be like this, then Li should be accompanied. Master Li smiled and said softly, but agreed without hesitation.

The white ghost stood in the ring, listening to the words with his ears, still with a calm face and without speaking.

"Luo kill you!!" the head continued at this moment, his voice indifferent.

He zhīdào This Luo Chop is also a swordsman, and this white ghost is also a swordsman, so the head believes that Luo Chop will be stronger.

When Luo Shu didn't speak, his fingers had already grasped the long knife on his waist, and between the swordsmen, there was life and death.

"Good. After Luo Shu finished speaking, he left.

Luo Chu said to the white ghost: "Please also ask the friends of the Hehuan Sect to take the knife first!!" Luo Chu said confidently.

Xu Cheng is the horror of the white ghost, anyone who can obtain the title of white ghost in the black prison is not a good type, and every white ghost is the best successor of the lord of the black prison.

The white ghost nodded, the black knife at his waist, and chirped softly.

"Remember, my name is White Ghost from the Black Prison of the Hehuan Sect. The white ghost said in a low voice at the moment, and after speaking, he took out his knife and moved, the lowly person, not zhīdào What does it mean for the white ghost to explain his origin again at this moment, but Xu Cheng zhīdào Everyone who came out of the black prison had a very special feeling about the black prison, hating him for destroying everything about himself, but he understood that it was he who made everything about himself.

The knife was a black knife, black as if it had been stained with layers of black ink.

When the knife is released, it is also like an ink painting, rendering layer by layer.

There are swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, who go deep into the desert and kill 300 desert bandits with a knife, and there are even swordsmen who rise from the enlightenment of all things.

Learning a knife is fast, but easy to learn but difficult to master.

So although the knife is difficult to control, but it is also divided into people, some people learn the knife, ten years are not allowed to enter, are scolded as a waste, ten years later, just learn to hold the knife, the knife in the hand already has língqì. He can already cut through all those who laugh at him in front of him.

White ghosts are like that.

He was originally a scholar, and he failed to pass the imperial examination every year, but his wife was tragically defiled, and since then he has fallen into the devil, picked up a knife that he would not use ten years ago, and killed the whole family.

Since then, he has never let go of the knife between his fingers.

Luo Chop is very simple.

Since childhood, he has learned knives, and he has become a young man in one year, a small success in twenty years, and a big success in thirty years.

"Hmmm. ”

The knife of the black prison and white ghost is an unsheathed knife and uses the left hand, the unsheathed knife is originally out and without return, and the left-handed knife is even more biased, and the shot at this moment is really insidious and cunning to the extreme, but it has its own flavor like flowing water.

Luo Qi watched the knife reach his eyes before he drew the knife.

Luo Chop's knife is a long knife, the blade is very long, one inch long and one inch strong, but Luo Chop's knife technique is decent, and even a little rigid.

"Why didn't you dare to challenge Senior Brother Luo?"

"How?"

"Because the people who challenged Senior Brother Luo are dead. ”

Xu Cheng heard this, and then looked carefully at Na Luo's knife technique, although it was dull, but there was a feeling of being invulnerable, Xu Cheng derived many attack methods in his mind, but found that he could only fall into a knife net later, and he fell deeper and deeper, if he couldn't break it, then there would only be an ending of death.

The two knives collided in the air in an instant, and in the end, everyone could only see an illusory shadow.

The black knife and the white figure were intertwined, and the eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the knife.

"Bang. ”

The two knives were intertwined.

The sparks flew in all directions and landed on the ring, as if it were fire oil, burning the ring out of a little hole.

Luo Chu stared at the white ghost's eyes.

The eyes of the white ghost are very peculiar, usually the black pupils are only a little small, but once they fight, the black pupils of those eyes are almost invisible, and they seem extremely indifferent.

Luo Shu was fearless in his heart, and on the side of the knife, in an instant, a large strand of língqì surged along the edge of the sky, and the blade seemed to be ignited, and in an instant, he thought of the white ghost and cut it down.

As soon as the white ghost moved, the yin and yang qi of the Hehuan Sect behind him turned into an illusory form of a yin and yang fish in an instant, and it continued to rotate along the knife, as if this knife was a little chaotic place where the simulated yin and yang converged.

The ring was completely damaged with a few thuds, leaving only one trace indicating that there was a ring here.

The tiger's mouth on Luo's hand was all broken, and the long knife was stained with blood, showing some tragedy, but the knife did not stop, and the knife momentum changed, and in an instant, it was like a poisonous snake that suddenly came out of the hole, thinking that the white ghost pounced, the white ghost looked at the knife, and a pair of eyes were no longer a little black.

The knife in his left hand was thrown, and in an instant it was above the thinnest and weakest point of the entire knife.

The entire knife power was broken in an instant, but the knife followed by a strange knife technique, and the corners of Luo Chop's mouth also pulled out a little smile, and the surrounding língqì also changed with this língqì, as if the surrounding area of this ring still became the place of this Luo Chop, and under a thought, countless língqì turned into thousands of knives of various colors in an instant.

Xu Cheng opened his eyes, the image and reality in his mind coincided, and the last evolution of the knife net in his deduced room was also this countless knife array.

"What a Luo slash!"