The front was shrouded in a pitch-black mist, and countless ghosts spawned from it. However, since the two strongest impermanence ghosts were split in half by the Purple Flame Evil Sword, the sneakers in the black mist gave up the attack and formed this ghost wall with all the evil spirits and corpses, so as to block the footsteps of the invincible swordsman.

If it weren't for Ge Xinglie who was standing in front of this wall, but for any other person, I am afraid that in a few moments he would be swallowed by the filthy and evil dead qi that danced like the tentacles of long snakes.

Ge Xinglie suddenly roared, and with a combined blow, the Purple Flame Sword flew like a wild dragon, and the sky moved in an instant.

A thunderous sword aura tore through the dark curtain, causing this hellish realm of Shura to let out a whimpering scream.

The filthy bodies of many ghost creatures were instantly cut to pieces by the sword qi, the qi waves were rushing, the purple flames were scattered, and a thousand layers of ghost fire were splashed on the ground, piercing through the air and hitting the shore, surging and turbulent. After several unyielding impacts, the invincible edge finally tore a crack in the scorching clouds and ghost mist, and the huge waves of black mud had to be lined up on both sides, and the ghost wall retreated a foot away.

Another foot away.

There was already a cup of tea, and Ge Xinglie did his best, but he could only force the ghost wall back three feet.

The old ghost in the shady scene was forced to the end step by step, but before that, the first person to exhaust himself would be Ge Xinglie himself.

In this realm, he could not draw spiritual energy from the surrounding heaven and earth, and could only watch his power die little by little.

The whisper of the ghostly ghost, with the deepest malice, rang in his ears:

"Stop, you won't succeed, and if you waste any more effort, you'll be ruined, and you'll go to hell forever, and you won't be able to live beyond ......."

You Xiahan looked anxious behind him, but he couldn't help at all. Although the Heavenly Dragon Sword is sharp, You Xiahan can also be regarded as a first-class master in the world, but compared to Ge Xinglie, it is the difference between fireflies and the light of the sun and the moon. As soon as Ge Xinglie went down, it was comparable to the effect of several of her swords, and the speed and strength of Ge Xinglie's attack were beyond her reach. The Celestial Dragon Sword had left a slight scar on the ghost wall, and before she could pull out the sword, it had already recovered. She knew that her attack was only a waste of energy, and she had to give up.

Now the only one who can help Song Xinglie is Hao Chengang.

But Hao Chengang couldn't step forward. He turned his back to Ge Xinglie and looked at the three people in front of him in silence.

Xiang Fengchao, Yu Hongfeng, Ruan Han. The three men were like three sharp knives, about to stab him in the chest.

The person Hao Chengang was staring at was Ruan Han. This Silver Hook Soul Chasing Veteran was known for his ruthlessness more than ten years ago, and he was the most difficult of the several old foxes on the rivers and lakes. He alone took away most of Hao Chengang's mind, so that he almost had no time to take care of Xiao Mengwei and Yu Hongfeng.

Hao Chengang was surrounded by He Lianshan, and he was alone under the pressure of Xiao Meng, and he was already a little out of breath.

If it is placed on weekdays, with the cultivation of the "Heavenly Sword", it will never be so unbearable. But at this time, he had already walked in the illusion for most of the day and the whole night, and fought with countless powerful ghosts, and his physical strength was not much left, and now he was just relying on his arrogance to support it. If he forcibly fights with Xiao Meng, he will be more than lucky.

This is also the reason why Haochengang has not made a move for a long time. Otherwise, with his dignified Tianyuan Sect Master's cultivation, even if he was tired overnight, he would not be threatened by Ruan Han.

On the other side, Fang Yiyuan and Song Qingsha confronted Yu Hongfeng, but there was no pressure. It's just that at the feet of the red-faced man, there is an unconsciously puddle of jet-black liquid, from which an unpleasant smell is emitted, mixed with the stench of the corpse of the ghost, spreading in all directions.

No one spoke, because nothing needed to be said at this time.

Only the rolling thunder caused by Ge Xinglie's swing of the sword, and the heavy pressure in all directions as if the sky had fallen, made people almost suffocate.

After a long stalemate, Ge Xinglie once again forced the ghost wall back a foot, but his own physical strength was about to run out. This was clearly felt by all.

At this time, Song Qingsha glanced at Fang Yiyuan.

If Ge Xingyeol fails, the monster hiding behind the ghost wall will soon regain its strength, and everyone will have to be defeated.

Hao Chengang wanted to help, but he couldn't rest assured that he couldn't go down to He Lianshan.

Ruan Han's toes moved, and he also didn't dare to leave Xiao Meng to face Hao Chengang. He looked at Hao Chengang and let out a long sigh.

In this stalemate, the only people who have no scruples and enough strength are only Song Qingsha and Fang Yiyuan. They also did not live up to everyone's hopes, and stood up at this critical juncture, shouting: "Senior Brother Ge, we will help you!"

Frost flowers appeared in the void, and the white mist spread down in a vast and lush way, turning into stormy waves. The frigid air currents and roaring snow and ice turned into a long dragon that poured into the filthy mire. A large expanse of tranquil blue color envelops a large space. In just an instant, the polar cold that permeated the body seemed to be about to freeze all evils to an end.

The tentacles that swayed and flew in the ghostly mist froze instantly, and along with countless hideous-looking ghosts, they were locked into a static white space, and then shattered with a crunching sound.

The difference between an evil sorcerer and a martial artist is that the former can burst out with attack power that is many times greater than its own cultivation when necessary.

Song Qingsha quickly finished reciting a series of incantations in her mouth, and a bewitching huge flower appeared in the dark ghost mist, and as soon as the huge petals were rolled, and the sharp teeth were chewed, hundreds of yin spirits were swallowed into her stomach.

With the addition of these two new forces, the ghost wall was in danger of collapsing in an instant.

If this development continues, the old ghost will be tied up, and the map will fall into the bag of Song Xinglie.

Regardless of whether Hao Chengang is willing to see this kind of result or not, at least Xiao Meng's side is unacceptable.

After Fang Yiyuan left, the red-faced man Yu Hongfeng was left unattended. In fact, You Xiahan should have plugged this gap, but Miss You was too focused on Ge Xinglie and didn't realize that she still had this obligation. Yu Hongfeng jumped out of the gap, his body shot out, swept past You Xiahan, and rushed towards Ge Xinglie.

You Xiahan only reacted at this time to swing the sword, but it was too late, and the Heavenly Dragon Sword only left a blood mark on Yu Hongfeng's back, which could not hinder his footsteps.

"Be careful—"

Before he could say anything, Yu Hongfeng had already come behind the three of them, raising his hand and spilling out a large cloud of pink smoke, enveloping the three of them.

At this moment, I heard a loud bang, and the ghost wall collapsed in the ice and snow, and blood and broken limbs were scattered and splashed on everyone's heads.