The moment the sword-bearing chicken appeared on the stage, the number of people watching the Jinxing screen completely exceeded 1.5 million.

Soon one hundred six, one hundred seven...

I think it won't be long before I can break the two million mark.

The matchmaker was not happy at all because she was going to die.

The white-faced ghost was actually not happy because he was different from the nearly two million spectators who were making fun of this scene through the screen.

It actually felt pressure from a chicken?

"There's something wrong with me?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped down the white-faced ghost's forehead.

It was almost frightened from a dead ghost to a living person, and just when it was about to raise its hand to wipe away the drop of sweat...

"Giggle--"

On top of the cinnamon carriage, a rooster with a sword crowed, and the afterimage of the flowers disappeared.

"What?!"

The white-faced ghost drew his sword and retreated, screaming in terror.

The sword-bearing chicken really rushed over!

It stepped on the void with its chicken claws, and suddenly hit the face with the sword "Time and Space Jump", and then held the sword horizontally, slashing and slashing, stabbing, blocking and shaking...

"Three thousand kendos?"

The white-faced ghost blocks, blocks, blocks, or can only block.

After being bullied, the chicken was no longer human. His fighting style was extremely fierce and perfect.

Every move and every move is like the evolution of rules, completely natural.

Every step changes, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.

Apart from the carrier of "chicken", the sword with the sword in the chicken's head is as perfect as the sword god evolving the way of swordsmanship!

"Clang clang clang- clang clang clang--"

Seventy-one swords were struck in an instant, and the sound of striking iron could be heard all the time.

The more the white-faced ghost takes the sword, the more frightened he becomes; the more frightened the white-faced ghost becomes, the softer the sword becomes.

Originally, it could still withstand this intensity, and it wouldn't be a problem to receive hundreds of moves from it, as long as it wasn't distracted...

It’s impossible not to be distracted!

The chicken holding the sword held the sword in its mouth, and while cutting the sword, it naturally shook its head. The chicken's head twisted around, and its butt occasionally smoked its eyes...

Who can withstand it?

Even the devil can't stand it!

For a moment, the white-faced ghost thought that he was possessed by an illusory sword art. There could be no such outrageous art in the world...

It hesitates.

The speed of catching the sword is slow.

During the seventy-second sword attack, half of his head was cut off with a single blow, and even one of his eyes was missing.

The chicken holding the sword stopped its offensive, holding the sword in its mouth, with its eyes slightly clenched, its wings closed, its claws slowly staggered, and it strolled sideways.

The white-faced ghost covered half of his face, weeping blood and tears, his vision was blurred, his mind was dim, and everything felt like a dream.

"No……"

It wiped blood on its hands.

It felt like a piece of its spiritual body had been chipped off.

When it realized this, it finally couldn't control it and shouted out the words it liked to hear most from human beings since it had been raging in the world of ghosts and Buddhas for several days:
Chapter completed!