For a moment, a hint of fear clearly flashed in the eyes of the scheming demon monk!

The peach wood sword and willow branches can seriously injure him.

However, he quickly suppressed this emotion, looked at me indifferently, and said with great contempt: "Haha, don't you naively think that you can fight me head-on?"

At this time, I was panicking inside.

Before, he wanted to play with me and humiliate me, so I was able to barely escape death.

Now, he has moved into wrath.

There is murderous intention.

In a real fight, I can't defeat him.

I tried my best to control my inner turmoil.

Pretending to be calm, he said: "Haha, you despise me so much? Don't you know? You stand on the top of the mountain and look at me at the foot of the mountain. I am very small. But don't forget that I stand at the foot of the mountain and look at the top of the mountain.

You are also very small! Everything is still unknown, and it is not certain who will have the last laugh!"

On the surface, my tone is quite calm, without any disturbance, and I am not afraid at all. In fact, I am panicking on the inside!

Now, I can only bite the bullet and fight with it.

Immediately he stopped talking nonsense, bent his sword fingers together, tapped his fingers lightly on the bottom of the half-cut mahogany sword, and recited the incantation.

"There is a cloud in the Xuantian sky in the northwest. Don't be reduced to step-by-step prostitution. You are a king. You are a god. God, come up to me and break it for me!"

I don’t know what kind of heaven-defying spell this is.

I don't know who invented it.

It's as good as the blind man's shocking spell before.

Anyway, it was the female ghost in red who taught me!

I just start the construction step by step, and that's it!

The spell blessing is completed.

There was a different feeling instantly.

It seemed like he was holding a steel divine sword in his hand, just like the magic sword in the dungeon.

In an instant, I took a quick step and rushed over without hesitation.

At the same time, the half peach wood sword in my hand slashed hard!

After all, the trickster demon monk is an old martial artist, very shrewd, and he did not want to confront me head-on. He did not hesitate to step aside, and the Taomu Sword passed him by!

Although my attack did not hit him, there was a strange spark of fire more than one meter away from him.

It was like lighting a whip, crackling and making a sound.

The female ghost in red is indeed right!

Even if the blessed peach wood sword or willow branch cannot hurt him, it can still dispel the ghostly energy protecting his body.

I really didn’t expect it to have an immediate effect!

This scene instantly doubled my confidence.

In an instant, I felt overjoyed and excited.

As long as it works, I can consume this old ghost to death.

Immediately, I felt like I had been given a shot of blood, waving the willow branches and peach wood sword in my hands excitedly! I started the legendary Lingbo Weibu.

Pre-emptive strike.

Seizing the opportunity, he pressed forward step by step and attacked angrily.

Only then did the trickster monk realize how powerful I was.

My attacks are obviously much more powerful than before.

Even he didn't dare to fight against the peach wood sword and the willow branches easily.

I have a mahogany sword in one hand and a willow branch in the other, working together with each other and sharp little steps, like a god of war.

For a moment, the trickster monk was forced back by me!

Every time he swung the mahogany sword and the willow branch, although he didn't hit his body, after every swing, bursts of tiny firelight would continue to burst out in the air, crackling like a firecracker being thrown.

Ghost energy is to ghosts what Yang energy is to people.

The more consumed it is, the weaker the soul will become.

At that time, once the protection of the ghost energy is lost, the trickster monk will no longer have anything to worry about.

Moreover, when we fight ghosts, we don't have to use powerful means to defeat him head-on. As long as we can outsmart him and fight him until he is exhausted and the ghost cry dissipates, that is also a victory.

Even so, it's a bit overwhelming, but I can't control that much.

Grandpa Deng once said that it doesn’t matter whether the cat is white or black, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat.

Regardless of bronze or silver, as long as you can win, that's the way to go!

The final result is that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

!

There is no such thing as a glorious death.

If I die, no matter how I am killed, no matter how exciting the battle with the trickster monk is, it will have no meaning to me.

In order to survive, I attacked even harder.

The hands work together and cooperate with each other, and the attacks are airtight and interlocking.

Under this huge pressure, the expression of the trickster monk gradually became solemn.

But more of it is anger!

Every attack consumed the ghost energy around him.

The most important thing is that he is helpless.

There is no way to downplay it like before.

It's as if my combat effectiveness has increased by more than one level.

The combat effectiveness has suddenly improved a lot, and the trickster monk no longer dares to confront me head-on.

I was forced to retreat continuously.

Moreover, he tried his best to retreat, and I followed him with all my strength.

Rushing like a duck.

The trickster monk was very angry and angry, but there was nothing he could do against me.

That's what I like, the way he can't stand me and can't kill me.

He stepped lightly, trying to keep a safe distance of two meters away from me.

And how could I let him escape.

This is a good opportunity. If you don't miss it, it won't come again. You will pursue it immediately, and you will follow it closely, and you will be forced to do so.

Don't give him any chance to breathe.

The trickster monk was almost hit by me several times.

It seemed that he was being pushed into a hurry.

He is a terrifying and powerful ghost, but he is attacked by a little scum like me and has no power to fight back.

It made him very frustrated.

It seems as if I have never suffered such a big loss.

He stepped lightly, stepped back continuously, and opened a distance. He suddenly said angrily: "You brat, don't bully me too much. Do you dare to drop the peach wood sword and willow branches and fight me head-on!"

Damn it,

Is this still human language?

It's really shameless.

I threw away the willow branch and the peach wood sword, what should I use to fight you?

I won't fall for his aggressive tactics!

With a sword in hand, I have the world!

The willow branches are waving, and all ghosts surrender.

The blind man's book said that if you hit a snake, you'll hit it seven inches, and if you hit a ghost, you'll hit three waists.

If you hit a willow branch, the ghost will be three inches shorter and become a dwarf in the next life!

If you are hit three times by me, then you may be killed directly by me.
To be continued...