The identity of a man in the demon clan who can still use the secret technique of gathering Yin and returning Yang with the body of the soul after death will definitely not be simple. No one would guess that he was the leader of the Demonic Clan who led the demon army to attack Tengzhou City.

The human sword cultivator has always been the most difficult existence in the Jiuzhou Immortal Alliance. The demons are martial and respect the strong. It’s a pity that they are only alive and dead on the battlefield, and there is no mutual appreciation. Especially since he just took advantage of millions of wronged souls to return to the Ghost King, this sword cultivator has such strength in the Golden Dan Realm, and his background is definitely not simple. Once he leaves here alive and exposes him, all his previous hard work will be wasted.

The Ghost King's body suddenly increased its corpse energy, extinguishing the cat's thoughts of catching rats, and shaking the bone gun in his hand turned into a series of pale phantoms.

The strong wind brought by the bone spear blew up Chang Xi's hair on his forehead. Chang Xi smiled casually. He could naturally guess what the Ghost King was thinking, but instead of retreating, he advanced.

This is the first real battle since he practiced the Great Vajra Nirvana body. Although this ghost king has memories of his life, he can no longer activate the magical powers of demon cultivators due to many restrictions. It is just the cultivation and brute force in the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. He wants to use this ghost king as a whetstone to see how much stronger he has become.

The Ghost King narrowed his eyes slightly. It would be difficult for this young sword cultivator who was ignorant of his life and death to escape randomly. However, the sword cultivator did not retreat but instead advanced, but it was the point where he hit his mind, and the bone gun in his hand attacked three more times.

The scholar with a coarse cloth and linen shirt was swaying in his body with a sword, and then a sword was handed out.

It seemed like a wisp of unscathed wind blew from afar.

Someone in his ears played a long song with his sword.

...

In the green bamboo forest by the lake, Chang Xi closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the stubborn stone. The wind entered the bamboo forest, blew thousands of bamboo leaves and danced, and blew the fourth senior brother's head full of black hair.

The two brothers opened their eyes at the same time.

The fourth senior brother's face was quiet, Pan Heng's huge divine thought in the sky was caught in the back, and he smiled and said, "Junior brother, you have been studying here for nearly a month. Don't tell me that you haven't realized anything yet, that's too sorry for the sword spirit root."

The wind begins in the sky, blows through the bamboo forest, passes through the face, flows through the fingertips, and finally returns to heaven and earth, leaving behind a mysterious and mysterious true meaning in the world.

Chang Xi gently stroked Yuehong lying on her knees, bit Yin Hong's lips and said, "I'm going to tell you that my senior brother, I think I've realized something."

The fourth senior brother smiled and stroked his palms, saying, "Then you might as well give it a try. If it is still as rigid as the fifth junior brother, I will drive people away."

The heroic man biting a bamboo leaf in the bamboo hut curled his lips and protested silently.

Chang Xi stood up in response, and his resolute figure seemed to melt into the wind.

The fourth senior brother had a bright light in his eyes.

"The wind begins in the sky, and it ends in slightest. Don't imagine the wind as an obstacle. Entrust the sword in the wind and blend the mind into the world. There will be a sword that will be formed."

Chang Xi recalled the teachings of the fourth senior brother in his mind for only thirty-nine words, and for some reason he remembered Qingxuan's Qinglian stepping. He was in a trance for a moment, as if a bright light illuminated the mist, as if a pair of beautiful women holding his palms with their hands and teaching him to lift the tip of the sword.

He handed out a sword, and the fourth senior brother suddenly stood up.

He handed out a sword, and the Ghost King was shocked.

A stylistic sword style, long song.

When the wind is gentle, the arms and wrists of the beautiful woman, when the wind is violent, it is also as sharp as a sword. When the scholar's coarse linen shirt is broken, he is as noble as the emperor in the wind, his eyes are full of majesty, and his sword conveys the ruthless coldness of the ice, snow, wind and frost outside the northern region.

The bone spear was swept by the extremely cold wind, and the Ghost King suddenly felt a lighter in his right arm, his thick palm disappeared, and the light at the break was round like a mirror stained with frost.

The Ghost King comes from millions of unjust souls gathering Yin and Yang. As long as the source of Yin Qi is not damaged, he can cut off his limbs and head, and it only takes a while to recover as before. However, he has not made any contributions at the moment, but a young sword cultivator in the Golden Elixir realm is the first to cut off his arm. How can he swallow this breath?

The Ghost King's right arm condensed countless yin energy, and within a short while, a brand new right palm grew again, but suddenly saw a scene that he could not understand.

The young scholar, who was majestic like an emperor, gently swung the tip of his sword, dissipated the terrifying sword energy like winter around him, and even took the sword in his hand back into the sheath, looking up at him.

The Ghost King had an indescribable feeling. The young scholar was clearly looking up at him, so why did he feel like he was the one who looked up?

During his lifetime, the Ghost King was the commander of the demon army. In addition to being well versed in all kinds of evil secret techniques, the most commendable thing was the terrifying power. After gathering Yin and Yang, he tried his best to enter the Gongshu clan’s tomb with the advantage of the right time and place, and gnawed the remaining flesh and blood of the previous ancestor of the Gongshu family, and his strength was restored.

The already thick arms of the Ghost King, who had sharp and two horns, suddenly raised like a hill, and the power ripples that were almost visible to the naked eye fluctuated. The Ghost King smiled cruelly and said, "What's the benefit of angering me if you don't know what it would do to you? Now you are about to end up being dismembered by five horses."

Chang Xi said nothing, and a meaningful curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he smiled contemptuously.

The Ghost King was too lazy to talk too much, and smashed it down with a heavy punch of hundreds of thousands of pounds of force.

Gongshumo could see the distance through the gradually thinning black tide. She couldn't help but cover her mouth, and the same was true for the disciples of the Gongshu family and the Taoist priests behind her.

Is the golden phantom entrenched behind him a dragon?

The first unreserved manifestation of the Vajra Nirvana body after self-taught.

I don’t know when the sneering smile became cold, and the scholar’s ​​eyes were deep.

"Bang!"

The unbearable strong wind swept across the entire tomb in an instant. The black tide roared and was blown away and could no longer condense into shape. Some cracks appeared on the surface of the Black Golden Palace pillar closer to the Ghost King.

When the strong wind that could not open one's eyes dissipated, Gongshumo and the others could see clearly in the distance. A blank space appeared in her mind for a long time, and she saw the frozen picture that she was destined to be unforgettable for the rest of her life.

The mitral brick surface under the man's feet was cracked like a spider web, and a fist that was the size of an ant maintained its movement, blocking the right fist of the Ghost King as strong as a meteor.

The Ghost King felt the same terrifying force feedback from his right fist, and a huge wave was stirred up in his heart. He took a few steps back a little crazy. He was thinking about whether this human sword cultivator used some magic weapon, but when he saw the phantom of the ink-wash golden dragon and the slightly strange body entrenched behind Chang Xi, he still clenched his fists.

At this time, he had already regarded this young sword cultivator as an opponent of the same level.

The punch just now directly broke the finger bone of the Ghost King's right fist. Chang Xi twisted his body and removed the same heavy force that was stirring into his body.
Chapter completed!