Chapter 306: War Ghost Thing

Mu Hao's retreating figure stopped suddenly, his eyes were as bright as stars, and the Shetian Ancient Sword in his hand turned into a dark sword light like water, condensing into a dense sword shadow, until it coincided together, blocking all the surging black fog. However, the flickering ghostly light made Mu Hao feel like a sharp edge on his back, and a little cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The long sword that stabbed out violently seemed to crash into the turquoise blue sea. If it weren't for Mu Hao's mastery of the sword killing technique, which had reached the realm of consummation, this majestic strength alone would be enough to disrupt his sword technique.

"Hiss!" Mu Hao's cold hairs all over his body stood up. Although he blocked it, all the surging black mist, but two extraordinarily bright ghostly lights, pierced out in the black mist, with a force splitting momentum, mixed with a terrifying strong wind, and slashed down.

This terrible killing move made Mu Hao unable to guard against it. Between the lightning and flint, Mu Hao's left hand fluttered, and the sword finger changed rapidly at an extremely alarming speed, like a dancing butterfly, in vain, and in an instant, a terrifying and amazing sword aura swept away at Mu Hao's fingertips.

Several condensed array seals overlapped together in an instant, forming a sword shadow like a substance, hovering around Mu Hao, and blatantly slammed into the arms of these two slashes.

"Formation!" After months of practicing the art of mutual play between left and right, Mu Hao's one-handed seal speed has reached the point of being superb, he has practiced this action tens of thousands of times, without dragging mud and water, and neatly forming the formation seal.

"Crunch, crunch!" The terrifying formation quickly swirled, mobilizing the aura between heaven and earth.

The corpse's arms stretched out, as if it was impacted by the aura of heaven and earth, the huge body retreated a few steps backwards, and the ground was cracked by the soles of his feet, obviously how terrifying the power contained in this formation was, and taking advantage of this kung fu, Mu Hao also retreated, staring at the retreating corpse, there was no joy in his eyes, for the first time, he felt the existence of despair.

The most terrifying formation can only temporarily force back this ghostly thing.

Are you really going to give up?

In the dim corridor, Mu Hao's body was as elegant as the breeze. Looking at the terrifying corpse close to this foot, Mu Hao's white face was full of determination, and the essence that burst out from a pair of eyes as bright as stars was like a real sword: "I finally crawled out of the dead body, I haven't really seen this colorful world, how can I die here." ”。

"Bang! bang!" A roar echoed in the corridor, the hovering sword shadows all fell on the stone slabs, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the terrifying corpses smashed on the stone door like a heavy blow, and the dust fell one after another, and the heavy stone door trembled lightly, and suddenly let out a low ghost roar.

As if he were in a fright, Mu Hao's white clothes stood a few meters away, and a terrifying and incomparable sword aura formed in his left hand, which was lingering on it. Staring at the retreating corpse, Mu Hao noticed that the corpse's arms were as crystal as jade, flashing with scarlet blood light, shaking violently, and the black mist surged out of his body, like a raging flame, enveloping his whole body.

The corpse roared in the sky, and the rolling sound pierced the air, deafening, and its huge body swooped down with a heavy sense of oppression, and its arms seemed to hook up a churning black mist, pouring down.

"Huh!" Mu Hao's body left an afterimage in place, like a meteor chasing the moon, and the slightly raised Shetian Ancient Sword pinched violently. In an instant, an incomparable fierce sword momentum appeared like tearing the heavens and the earth in an instant, and the brilliant sword light appeared like a comet flashing through the sky, appearing in the world, stunning and revealing endless killing intent The sword in this world is a blood-stained sword weapon, even the most amazing sword.

The previous scene was staged again, the incomparable sword light, tearing through the billowing black mist and pointing directly at the head of the corpse, Mu Hao's body was wrong, and the figure instantly became blurry and ethereal, avoiding the sweeping arms in a most terrifying way.

"Bell!" The deafening sound of gold and iron clash burst out, and the aftermath was endless, the cold sword peak was pointing directly at the head of this corpse, and the sword momentum was like a nine-curved Yellow River, and the rival sword momentum destroyed the shaky black mist, and a subtle sword mark visible to the naked eye appeared on the disgusting face that seeped with corpse water, just this sword mark made Mu Hao's eyes burst out with two traces of essence.

"There's a play!" The fierce and uncast sword qi could not tear apart this bone and sword momentum, but it was able to leave sword marks on it, which was enough to make Mu Hao see a glimmer of light in despair. The footsteps were staggered, and Mu Hao's body was like thunder and lightning, and he swam quickly.

After a brief encounter, he noticed that the most terrifying thing about this corpse was his strength, and perhaps the advantage in strength. The attack of this corpse is the most reckless and direct, wandering in the middle, Mu Hao's every sword is outrageously pointed on the corpse's head, sword after sword, the incomparable sword momentum from the initial vanity, until the end gradually condensed, the sword marks left on its skull, are also more and more clear.

But that wasn't enough, at least not to break open the corpse of the head. Every sword Mu Hao seemed to carry out all his strength, after dozens of swords in succession, Mu Hao gradually felt a trace of exhaustion, this is destined to be a tug-of-war, draw the sword and return, Mu Hao galloped back like lightning, avoiding its edge, taking advantage of the intermittent time to run the Eight Scenes Picture Recording Gong frantically, "Sword momentum and footwork are the two advantages I occupy, once my body stagnates, the arms of this corpse will pierce my chest." ”。

Staring at the carrion corpse that followed like a ghost, Mu Hao's sword peak turned slightly, and the snowy towel came out dazzlingly, and a sword light instantly fell on the head of the corpse, and then this sword light seemed to be as dreamy as a water shadow, and it dissipated in an instant, and Mu Hao's eyes were as quiet as a pool of stagnant water," From the place where I first entered this passage, thousands of meters away from here, if I retreated at my speed, it would take dozens of breaths, nearly a hundred breaths, which was enough time for me to pull out a little distance between me and this ghost, and at the same time, I could recover a lot of mana while I was able to take advantage of this kung fu. ”。

Countless thoughts flashed in his heart, Mu Hao calmly analyzed the gap between them, the entire corridor trembled wildly under the rampant corpses, and the distance between the two gradually widened under Mu Hao's control.

However, at the moment when Mu Hao withdrew for dozens of meters, his body stopped suddenly, and with an incredible gaze in his eyes, he stared at the rotting corpse in the distance. This corpse seemed to be under the pressure of a terrifying pressure, and it could not go beyond the range of more than 100 meters of the stone gate.

"This ghost can't go beyond a hundred meters?" Mu Hao's lips trembled slightly, and then a bright smile appeared. The irrepressible overflowed at the corner of Mu Hao's mouth, squinting his eyes, his body shot out like a cheetah, and the dark sword shadow of the Shetian Ancient Sword fell on this corpse. However, this time, Mu Hao did not point on the head of the corpse, but on other parts, more like he wanted to provoke the corpse.

Sure enough, at the moment when the sword qi surged out, the corpse's roar became more and more crazy, like an enraged beast, Mu Hao drew his sword violently, and quickly retreated, but his eyes stared at the corpse Seeing that the corpse was struggling wildly, but unable to exceed half an inch, Mu Hao breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that there is indeed an invisible force around here, blocking this ghost thing, that is to say, this ghost thing's range of activity is only more than 100 meters." ”。

Looking down at the embarrassment, the corners of Mu Hao's mouth were slightly raised, "Ghost, Lao Tzu has to grind you to death!"

Before the words fell, Mu Hao quickly retreated, and after retreating for hundreds of meters, Mu Hao stopped his figure, looked at a somewhat blurred figure in the distance, and shook his right arm holding the sword, if it wasn't for the penance of the heavy weight in the Shaking Light Pavilion, just the strength that rebounded from the previous confrontation almost made his right arm numb. Sitting cross-legged, Mu Hao's mind was slightly condensed, and he recovered quickly, and at the same time, he was always vigilant around.

A tug-of-war really began, and Mu Hao had a feeling of being in a different world, just like killing the ultimate monster in the game in his previous life, slowly grinding it to death and retreating quickly, and then cultivating.

This action went on and on, and under the oppression of this terror, Mu Hao found that whether it was mana, footwork or swordsmanship, he had improved without killing, especially for the use of sword momentum, from the initial strangeness to the present, he gradually became proficient.

"Sure enough, under the oppression of death, a person's potential can be truly stimulated. Looking at the struggling corpse and the sword marks visible to the naked eye on it, Mu Hao instantly felt that this ghost thing was much more pleasing to the eye, even if the hideous face did not look so disgusting in Mu Hao's eyes.

"Sonorous, sonorous!" The sound of sonorous voices was heard in the empty corridor.

After half an hour, the smile on Mu Hao's face gradually dissipated, replaced by solemnity. The sword marks on the skull of the corpse became more and more eye-catching, and even Mu Hao could see its miserable white skull cover.

"As long as you have enough time, you can grind this thing to death!" Mu Hao muttered softly. However, after staying here for half an hour, Mu Hao obviously felt that the burning sensation in his body was getting stronger and stronger, and even his movements were a little slow, and he almost couldn't avoid the arms of the corpses, "There are more and more poisonous gases entering the blood through breathing, and even if I don't die like this, if I fall into the hands of this ghost, I will end up like those corpses." ”。

The sharp gaze fell on the head of the corpse, Mu Hao knew that if he wanted to completely penetrate this head, it would take at least a few hours, and these times were enough for his body to have a corpse crisis, and the strong crisis swept again, Mu Hao's eyebrows drooped slightly, and he pondered: "My cultivation is not enough, even if it is a formation, it can only temporarily repel this rotting corpse, and it cannot hurt it in the slightest." Only the sword momentum can hurt this corpse in the slightest, but it is very small. ”。

His brows were tightly furrowed, and a touch of madness suddenly welled up in Mu Hao's eyes, and his left hand became as flexible as wearing leaves and picking flowers at this moment, fluttering and moving, and the sword qi sneered out, as if condensed like a match.

Mu Hao's eyes froze on his white left hand, his left hand raised slightly, and his heart was slightly condensed, and there was immediately a terrifying sword momentum, which shot out. In an instant, a heart-rending pain spread on Mu Hao's left hand, his left hand trembled slightly, Mu Hao's face turned pale rapidly, but his dark eyes were full of perseverance, and he didn't move. Condense the formation seal with sword qi, and the Dao array seal is interlocked together, forming a terrifying formation.

At this moment, Mu Hao condensed the formation seal with his sword momentum. In front of this sword momentum, Mu Hao felt as if his left hand was slashing across the sharp blade, if it weren't for the mana in his body at all times, the mana would flow on his fingers. This terrifying sword momentum will cut off Mu Hao's fingers in an instant. However, even so, Mu Hao still had a feeling of walking on thin ice, once this sword momentum cut a bloody mark on his finger, the result waiting for him would be a corpse transformation.

A little cold sweat oozed from his forehead, Mu Hao's right hand let go of the Shetian Ancient Sword, dancing like a butterfly, it was obviously difficult to seal with a sword with one hand, and he could only seal with both hands.

"Huh!h