The Purple Thunder Sword Qi rushed forward, and fiercely fought with these chain silver hooks. Both sides had their own strengths, and in a short period of time they were evenly matched.

The sword technique in Liang Yan's hand changed, and he used the "Tianzi Sword Technique". The sword ball swayed with the evil-killing god thunder, and the purple rainbow thunderbolt, like a thunderbolt, rushed into the white mist instantly.

Boom!

Amidst the loud noise, the white mist was split open by the sword light, and Silver Hook's true form appeared, fighting with the Purple Thunder Sword Pill again.

The fight lasted only more than ten rounds, and Judge Yang's face changed slightly. He knew he was outmatched, and hurriedly pulled the chain, trying to take back the silver hook.

But the Purple Thunder Sword Pill was chasing after them, and the two sides were fighting all the way. Those with low cultivation levels could not see the trajectory clearly at all. They could only see a series of afterimages, and the crisp sound of "Dang! Dang! Dang!" could not be heard.

"No, my 'Thousand Ghost Soul-Seizing Hook'!"

Judge Yang's face was no longer calm, he yelled and yanked the chain.

But the sword light followed him like a shadow, like a maggot attached to the bone, never letting it escape. However, in just a few moments, tiny cracks appeared on the silver hook and the chain.

Seeing that the magic weapon was damaged and there was no way to avoid it, Judge Yang was so anxious that he hurriedly shook the white flag in his hand.

I saw gusts of dark wind, howling ghosts and wolves, and countless miserable souls rushing out from the flags. From a distance, it looked like a river of souls rushing towards Liangyan.

"Well done!"

Liang Yan gave a long laugh, pinched the sword in his hand again, and the purple thunder sword light swayed the "Wugou Divine Thunder" again, falling into the soul river, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rushing left and right, as long as there is a soul ghost approaching, instantly

He was turned into ashes by a sword.

The "Innocent Divine Thunder" is also the nemesis of this spell.

The white flag in Judge Yang's hand is called the "Ten Thousand Souls and Blood River Flag". The souls in the flag have been imprisoned for hundreds of years or thousands of years. They have deep resentment and strong hostility. Ordinary magic weapons will be tainted by the spiritual spirit when they are approached, let alone resisted.

Already.

But the "Innocent Divine Thunder" can purify the resentment of these souls. As long as the soul comes close, the resentment will be immediately dissipated, so where is the power? Once swept away by the sword energy, it will immediately turn into fly ashes and be freed.

The two fought for a while. Judge Yang's spells were weird and endless, but Liang Yan only had a flying sword. No matter how his opponent changed his moves, he used the "Tianzi Sword Technique" to defeat him.

In an instant, the number of souls in the Ten Thousand Souls Blood River Banner was reduced by 30%.

"Oh, this person is my nemesis!"

Judge Yang yelled, not daring to fight any more. He used his magic weapon to cushion his back and wanted to retreat to the rear.

Liang Yan didn't allow him to escape. He took advantage of the victory and pursued him. His sword was flying at full speed, and he laughed and said, "Since I'm going to sacrifice your head to the sword, why should my fellow Taoist refuse? It's better to keep the head on your neck!"

After saying that, the sword light turned again, breaking through the soul river, and went straight to judge Yang's head.

Lu Xiuguan and the two were fighting, and he saw thunder and swords flying in the distance. He suddenly thought of something and shouted: "It turns out to be him! This person is the master of Bihai Palace in Wushuang City, Liang Yan!"

After hearing this, Judge Yin suddenly smiled strangely, nodded and said, "Now that I know this person's name, it's easy to handle. Let me help my junior brother."

Before he finished speaking, a strange writing brush appeared in his hand. The barrel of the pen was pitch black, with nine white skeletons hanging on the top. The tip of the pen was dipped in blood, and he splashed ink in mid-air to write a few big characters.
Chapter completed!