On Mount Huqi, Wushang stood with a sword.

Opposite are the four main forces of the Ghost King Sect, with ten thousand people coming, Mr. Ghost, Qinglong, and Youji.

"My friend, I'll ask you again at the end. If you are willing to live in my Huqi Mountain for two years, then we can avoid this meaningless fight!"

While speaking, the four of them moved quickly and formed a magic circle, and their aura began to connect.

The aura of the Ghost King, who had already broken into the Asura realm, was once again raised, and in a blink of an eye, it was approaching the peak of the Asura realm infinitely.

A small tripod appeared among the four of them. The little tripod had four legs and ears, and his body was full of beast patterns, exuding a heavy wild aura. It was the Fulong Ding, the artifact of the Ghost King Sect, the Fulong Ding.

Looking at Wushang's side again, the magic power was rushing, and the magic technique of killing ghosts and gods had been activated. The dazzling purple light dyed half of the sky of Huqi Mountain purple.

Wushang stomped on the ground with his left foot, leaving a deep pit several feet wide on the ground. With the help of the arrogant backward pushing force, others rushed out like lightning.

The unsightly long sword was covered with a faint purple rhyme, and the sword intent was filled with it, and the sword energy was ready to move.

A phantom of Tai Chi Bagua flashed in Wushang's eyes, and the divine light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. The quick figure suddenly turned in the air. Before the four of them could react, they came to the rear of the four, which was the side of Youji.

Wushang twisted his body, and the long sword with purple air drew a beautiful big circle in the air, with a fatal murderous intent in the dazzling purple light.

A half-moon-shaped sword energy was slashed out by his accumulated attack. Faced with this fierce attack, Youji's face suddenly changed.

In the violent sword energy, she felt a sense of indomitable fighting spirit. This is the mystery of the magic technique of killing ghosts and gods. She would rather take it in straight lines than seek it in the song, and use attack instead of defending, and move forward.

In addition, she also felt a sense of arrogance that would rather bend than bend and the domineeringness that would be invincible to me.

Compared to Wan Jianyi back then, the sword energy flashed in a flash. In a panic, before the four of them could adjust the formation again, the sword energy had already attacked.

The Ghost King was covered with black energy. At this moment, his little finger with his right hand suddenly pointed at the Fulong Ding. The Fulong Ding instantly shot out thousands of golden lights, trying to block the thunder attack.

Mr. Gui and Qinglong were a little inferior, and finally caught up with the stalemate between the golden light and the purple sword energy. Two more magic powers were blessed on the Fulong Cauldron, and the golden light became even stronger.

The golden light blocking gave You Ji a chance to breathe. Looking at the young man standing in the air, a trace of fear appeared deep in her pupils. The ghost-killing God-Slaying Art was held by thousands of swords to rampant in southern Xinjiang, killing the Demon Sect to scare. If it weren't for the Qingyun Sect that happened, their Demon Sect would have to survive in the darkness now.

A hundred years later, another young man holding the magic trick of killing ghosts and gods came to the Ghost King Sect's residence, but this one was even more fierce than Wan Jianyi back then.

When ten thousand people told her about this, she once thought that her brother-in-law was joking. How could a mere waste have the strength to compete with their entire Ghost King Sect? In order to deal with him, the Ghost King did not hesitate to recall Mr. Ghost who was carrying out a secret mission in Yuzhou City.

But now, facing this arrogant and domineering sword energy, all she left was a bitter smile.

Yes, this person is indeed worthy of the serious treatment of the Ghost King. He is far stronger than Wan Jianyi back then, and even stronger than the old man who has been in a century. He is so strong that he is unreasonable.

"You Ji!"

Qinglong's voice interrupted her reverie. Seeing two sword energy flashing in the sky again, You Ji came to her senses and quickly penetrated her magic power into the Fulong Cauldron.

Under the pavilion, Bi Yao looked at the two sides fighting in the field with a nervous expression. At the beginning, she heard that her father was confident and was still worried about Wushang. If both sides made a real fire and couldn't stop, what would happen if they really hurt him?

But now looking at it, the battle situation is one-sided, and the weak side is not the one who is Wushang, but the four of their Ghost King Sect.

A sword energy that was almost passing by, and the domineering sword intent somehow reminded her of the mysterious master of Qingyun who appeared in Kongsang Mountain before, the strong man who could compete with the beast god.

However, the other party used two magic techniques at that time, but now Wushang only used one. At this moment, Wushang's attack was different from what she saw at that time. Wushang only cut out one sword energy after another, not the overwhelming sword shooting that was fighting with the beast god at that time.

If a battle of that size broke out here, Huqi Mountain would not be much better than Kongsang Mountain. When she went to see it, what was left in the place was a mountain that was almost penetrated, with the shattered walls trembling, as if the strong wind would completely collapse.

"Sect Master, you are not mistaken!"

Mr. Ghost, who was standing by, felt the terrifying pressure from the Fulong Cauldron, couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At that time, he heard the message that he wanted to deal with a boy from Taiqing Realm, and he didn't take it seriously. After all, their Ghost King Sect originally had a Shura Realm and two great holy envoys. In addition, he would have a regret even if Daoxuan, who did not bring the Zhuxian Sword, would be depressed.

Unexpectedly, reality slapped him hard, making his head almost crashed.

"Sect Master, I also suspect that you have taken a look. When I fought with him before, I found that I had almost no power to fight back. If the other party was in the Shura realm, I could not beat him and still be able to run, but at that time I couldn't even run away!"

Hearing Mr. Ghost's suspicion, Qinglong couldn't help but start to complain. He had tried to test Wushang's depth at the Ghost King's instructions, but he was beaten up by him. Now he found that the suffering he suffered at that time had no effect and his mentality was a little furious.

The Ghost King looked gloomy. He didn't expect that things would happen. He originally thought that with the power of the four people, he could easily take down the kid in front of him, but he didn't expect that things would be so difficult.

The opponent's Ghost-Slaying God-Slaying Art has obviously been superb and easy to do, and it is deeply rooted in it.

"Click!"

The faces of the four Ghost King Sect changed, and their pupils suddenly shrank. The Fulong Cauldron began to gradually become discontinued under Wushang's terrifying attack. At this moment, it had already revealed its decline, and the barrier was broken.

At this moment, Wu Shang suddenly withdrew his sword, his sword body intersected with the scabbard, and drew a semicircle in front of him, and his sword body was raised above his head.

The Ghost King and the other four got a temporary breathing opportunity, but the sound of floating over them made them despair.

"The Nine Heavens Xuan Zhan turned into divine thunder, and the magnificent heavenly power was led by sword!"

The Ghost King looked bitter, and looked at the thunder vortex that was spinning over Huqi Mountain, and said in despair: "The Divine Sword's True Art of Thunder Control!"
Chapter completed!