Chapter 210 Ghost Swordsman's Soul Returns to the West
Luo Chongyang, Puwen Jingang and others stood there without moving.
They are the masters invited by the Ghost Swordsman. Now that the Ghost Swordsman does not fight to the death with the Demon Sect, they will naturally not take action against the Demon Sect again.
After Feng Lingyue's expression changed slightly, he was certainly not stupid. If the Ghost Swordsman and the Demon Sect colluded to play such a big chess game, then it would be impossible for him to fight so fiercely with the Demon Sect leader just now.
Obviously something happened. For example, the Ghost Swordsman only had grievances with Jiang Renyi and Jiang Shang, but had no grievances with the current leader of the Demon Cult. Now he has stopped making peace, or the Ghost Swordsman was caught by the leader of the Demon Cult.
handle.
But these have nothing to do with him. He, Feng Lingyue, came here today just to eradicate the demon sect.
Feng Lingyue clarified her thoughts and took a step forward, "We are here today because of the three words "Ghost Swordsman". With just one word from you, we have traveled thousands of miles to Dongluo Pass. Now, you have said that you will retire from the world.
Isn’t this too childish?”
Feng Lingyue's words immediately resonated with many people present.
"We are all here because of you Ghost Swordsman. Now that you say you won't fight without fighting, aren't we just playing tricks like monkeys?"
"It's just a child's play. We still regard you as the righteous hope. It's really the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
"Such a villain's behavior, this is the morality of your ghost swordsman!?"
In an instant, everyone was slandering and criticizing Ghost Swordsman.
They came all the way to eradicate the Demon Sect, and now they have arrived at the entrance of the Demon Sect's main altar, but the Ghost Swordsman has changed his mind. How do they accept this?
Bliss Boy, Zeng Fanqing and others also had cold eyes and seemed to be dissatisfied in their hearts.
The only ones who did not criticize were Luo Chongyang, Puwen Jingang and other four people.
When Luo Chongyang saw this, he secretly said: "These people are going to kill people with the moral justice of the world again. My nephew is still kind-hearted. Since he plans to bow at the knees of a beauty, it is better to kill these people to avoid future troubles."
The usual way for people in the world to deal with masters who care about feathers is to kill them with flattery.
Throughout the ages, people who cherish feathers have died countless times because of their moral integrity.
An Jing looked at the people below, his heart was like an ancient well, and he was not affected at all.
"Tip 2: There is a black opportunity beside the host."
Suddenly, a reminder appeared in the book in my mind.
An Jing was shocked and sent a message to Zhao Qingmei: "Be careful later."
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Qingmei frowned upon hearing this.
An Jing said in a deep voice: "There will be danger."
The people outside Dongluo Pass are furious, and the Ghost Swordsman is bound to give an explanation.
They tried to use Jianghu morality to hold An Jing high in the sky and force him to do things he didn't want to do.
Fame can bring endless benefits, but fame can also bring endless burdens.
But they don't know that An Jing has never been a person who pays attention to other people's opinions.
"Ghost Swordsman, why don't you give me an explanation!?"
Someone shouted: "Why do you disregard the morality of the world?"
"The morality of the world?"
An Jing chuckled lightly, and then pulled out the Suppressing Evil Sword.
"call out!"
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The next moment, a cold light descended from the sky and slashed forward, and a shocking sound suddenly appeared in the world.
The entire Dongluo Pass became quiet.
An Jing looked at Feng Lingyue, "Feng Lingyue, don't forget, it was you who called on the martial arts masters to defeat the Demon Sect, not me. I have never done such a thing."
"On the contrary, you, Feng Lingyue, took advantage of my power and wanted to profit for yourself like the carrion-eating vulture while I was fighting against the Demon Cult."
"It is you who say that I am a righteous person, not myself. Now it is you who say that I am a villain."
"You came to quell the demon sect because of yourselves, not because of me."
"Yes, I am such a person."
Feng Lingyue was startled for a moment, and when she thought about it carefully, the Ghost Swordsman was right. From the beginning, the Ghost Swordsman had no intention of killing the Demon Cult with the help of others.
And the vigorous momentum building was all handled by Feng Lingyue, and its purpose was naturally not to help the Ghost Swordsman.
The rest of the people present also looked at each other and were speechless. All their abuses and slanders were just one sentence.
Ghost Swordsman, if you don’t destroy the Demon Sect, where will the benefits come from!?
"Let's go."
An Jing looked at Chen Ayi, Ji Le Tongzi and others.
Among the people present, there were only a few people who really contributed, and most of them were just scraps that fell in the wind.
"Why."
The blissful boy nodded, his hopes lost, but at least the ghost swordsman ensured that they could leave safely.
Zeng Fanqing, who had rarely spoken all this time, suddenly said: "Senior, may I ask you a question?"
An Jing nodded slightly and said, "You can ask."
Zeng Fanqing stepped forward and took two steps.
"What are you going to do?" Zhao Qingmei raised her eyebrows.
"If you don't destroy the demon sect, what's the point of living?"
Zeng Fanqing's expression suddenly turned ferocious, and he rushed towards An Jing, letting out a low roar from his throat.
"Um!?"
The evil-suppressing sword in An Jing's hand slashed violently, and a cold sword light surged forward.
"boom!!!"
The rushing Zeng Fanqing was directly cut into two, but at the same time as his body was cut into two, a terrifying power of thunder and lightning burst out from his body, and a mushroom cloud rose up in a radius of dozens of feet.
The waves take it as the center and spread out in all directions.
Several martial arts masters around him were all blown into bloody foam, and even the Paradise boy beside him had a disgraced look, apparently suffering some internal injuries.
If An Jing hadn't reacted quickly, even he might have been slightly affected.
"Ukin Raimaru?"
When Luo Chongyang saw the light of thunder and lightning, he recognized it at a glance.
Ouyang Ping felt a chill in his heart, "Could it be him!?"
Wujin Thunder Pill was originally refined by Yuan Feng. Unknown to others, Ouyang Ping naturally knew very well that it was Yuan Feng, the second elder of the Demon Sealing Platform.
Regardless of this Wujin Thunder Pill, if an ordinary first-qi master is not careful, he may be injured. If there are enough, it can even severely damage a second-qi master or even a three-qi master.
This was the result of Yuan Feng's painstaking study for many years, collecting evil spirits and thunder elements, and refining it himself using special techniques. After a year of hard work, he could only refine four or five pieces.
But at this time, Ouyang Ping couldn't believe that Yuan Feng dared to do such a heinous thing.
madman!
An Jing's face darkened as he looked at the lightning power still flashing in front of him.
"Someone is stirring up trouble."
When Zhao Qingmei saw this, her eyebrows suddenly narrowed and she said, "Husband."
Before Zhao Qingmei finished speaking, several people in the crowd had already rushed out.
"Quickly retreat!"
Feng Lingyue shouted to several Five Poison Sect masters.
The next moment, those people carrying Wujin Thunder Pills headed towards Zhao Qingmei.
"Master, be careful!"
All the demon sect masters around shouted loudly and moved closer to Zhao Qingmei.
"Uncle Master, there are experts nearby."
An Jing waved the evil-suppressing sword in his hand while transmitting messages to Luo Chongyang.
"Chichi!" "Chichi!"
Several rays of sword light shot out, and an astonishing roar suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Zhao Qingmei set up a huge light shield to block the wave of energy coming from the front.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, especially after many people from the Jianghu and the Demon Sect were seriously injured by the Wujin Thunder Pill.
It is also very difficult to refine this Black Gold Thunder Pill. It is extremely powerful. Now it suddenly exploded from the crowd, and it is even more powerful.
Many masters have qi and blood surging, and their faces are pale.
"Whizzing!"
"Whizzing!"
At this moment, a figure rushed over.
"Master!"
An Jing felt a chill in his heart. He drew the evil-suppressing sword in his hand and pointed it straight ahead.
"Ding!"
The sword seemed to be blocked by some energy, and it became very heavy when swung, and then a terrifying force came from it.
An Jing stepped back continuously.
At the same time, several figures emerged from the masters of Dayan Jianghu and fought towards the chaos.
The originally peaceful scene became chaotic again.
And this scene has exceeded everyone's expectations, including Feng Lingyue.
An Jing looked at the figure in front of him and said coldly: "Who are you?"
The person in front of me is a master, and his cultivation level is at least that of a two-qi master.
"Ghost Swordsman, this matter has nothing to do with you, get out of the way."
After the man finished speaking, he had no intention of saying anything more. With a flash of his hand, a thumb-sized Wujin Thunder Pill appeared between his fingers.
"call out!"
The Wujin Thunder Pill flew very fast and arrived in front of An Jing in the blink of an eye.
"Boom!"
An Jing quickly circulated his Qi, and the Wujin Thunder Pill exploded completely, forming a huge impact force that forced him to take two steps back.
"Yuan Feng, he is Yuan Feng, the second elder of the Demon Sealing Platform. It was he who joined forces with Jiang Shang to force me into the Demon Sealing Well."
Zhao Qingmei's eyes turned cold and she took out the Yuanyang knife in her hand.
"Just leave it to me."
An Jing said to Zhao Qingmei.
"Okay, remember to put the Tianxi Seal on your chest."
Zhao Qingmei felt warm in her heart as she looked at the man who was always standing in front of her.
It seemed pretty good to have such a man standing in front of me.
Fan Tianxi's aura had been shielded before, so Zhao Qingmei couldn't sense it. Now that An Jing has unlocked the shield, Zhao Qingmei has also noticed the presence of Fan Tianxi.
Ouyang Ping also rushed over and angrily shouted: "Yuan Feng, are you really crazy?"
"Roar!"
In the sky, the black dragon circled its body and let out a low roar.
Yuan Feng's voice was a little low: "Ghost Swordsman, what do you mean?"
He never expected that the Ghost Swordsman who originally threatened to destroy the Demon Sect would actually stop him at this moment.
"kill you."
An Jing heard this and waved the evil-suppressing sword in his hand.
"Since you want to seek death, don't blame me for being rude."
Yuan Feng's heart surged with anger. He knew that the ghost swordsman and Zhao Qingmei had already fought fiercely, and the true energy in his body may not be perfect. In addition, he had plenty of Wujin thunder pills prepared on his body, so he was not afraid of the ghost swordsman in front of him at all.
As for the other masters around, there are naturally some who can deal with them.
Yuan Feng's eyes were fixed on An Jing, his eyes as sharp as daggers, and a ferocious aura emitted from his body again.
Whoosh!
An astonishing evil spirit suddenly erupted from the field. Yuan Feng's figure instantly turned into an afterimage, and his index finger stabbed An Jing's throat as fast as a giant.
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The moment Yuan Feng made his move, An Jing's eyes froze, and the Suppressing Evil Sword was blocked in front of him.
"clang!"
The Suppressing Evil Sword and Yuan Feng's index finger collided in the next moment, and a fierce wind swept away.
An Jing's "Nameless Heart Sutra" was in motion, resisting the energy that invaded the body.
The next moment, his eyes turned cold, and his fingers turned into a red flame, pointing towards Yuan Feng in front of him.
Bang!
The strength of An Jing's finger was extremely terrifying, even a little frightening.
Everywhere it passed, the air erupted with a harsh roaring sound.
Yuan Feng put his index finger against the Suppressing Evil Sword, and rotated his other hand into a palm. A burst of black light suddenly burst out from his arm, and immediately he struck out with a palm.
laugh!
Yuan Feng's palm didn't have too much momentum, but in the wind of the palm, there was overwhelming killing intent. The killing intent was as cold as substance, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
Bang!
The black palm force collided hard with the red finger light, and the red light and black light swept out almost at the same time.
Bang bang bang!
The ground where the two stood was shattered, and huge cracks spread like spider webs from under their feet.
Just as the two were fighting fiercely, a red light fell from a distance.
Wearing a white robe, he exuded a majestic and domineering aura.
The faces of Duanmu Xinghua and Ouyang Ping became very ugly. After repeated fierce battles, although they still had the true energy in their bodies, there was not much left. The cultivation level of those who came was still higher than theirs. If they wanted to resist, they would be afraid.
It is extremely difficult.
Puwen Jingang, Su Lian, Su Yue and others were standing in the distance. Now that they had successfully retired, they would naturally not defend the Demon Sect from the sudden attack of masters.
When the energy dissipated, Duanmu Xinghua saw the person coming clearly, and his pupils suddenly shrank: "Qiu Fengsheng!?"
"The name Qiu Fengsheng is so familiar."
Yi Daoyun whispered.
"He is the master of Suoming Mansion."
Ouyang Ping said in a deep voice: "It seems that Yuan Feng really colluded with Hou Jin, otherwise how could he dare to come alone?"
After Ouyang Ping finished speaking, the expressions of all the Demon Cult masters present changed.
No one here has heard of the three words "Suoming Mansion". They are basically Hou Jin's "Xuanyi Guards". The difference is that Dayan's Xuanyi Guards deal with the masters of Dayan's Jianghu, and the name of Hou Jin's "Suoming Mansion" is
After being put under supervision, Jin Jianghu secretly deals with masters of martial arts from other countries.
How can a person who can become the master of Suoming Mansion have average strength!?
"It's really lively here today."
Qiu Fengsheng glanced around, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's ridiculous."
I originally thought that today I would just pick up the slack, destroy the demon sect and kill the ghost swordsman at the same time, but I didn't expect that the two parties suddenly stopped. This was far beyond everyone's expectations.
Qiu Fengsheng swept his eyes and saw Ouyang Ping, Duanmu Xinghua and others at a glance, but there was a trace of amusement in his eyes.
"We can only ask the great elder to come out."
Ouyang Ping's heart sank, and he was about to spread the word to ask Duanmu Xinghua to set the fire, when a Taoist walked out slowly.
"It's absurd. This world is very absurd."
This person is none other than Luo Chongyang, who has never made a move from beginning to end.
At this moment, with a faint smile on his lips, he stood calmly between heaven and earth.
Looking carefully, his momentum is not as amazing as Qiu Fengsheng's, but it is in harmony with heaven and earth and is not inferior to Qiu Fengsheng's.
Qiu Fengsheng looked at the Taoist in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Taoist Luo, you and I, Suoming Mansion, have always been in harmony with each other."
He knew very well that all the people present tied together were not as scary as the Taoist in front of him.
Back then, on Zhenyi Mountain, they fought against Ye Ding and Yu Ying together, and finally left in the air. This kind of prestige was so amazing. Even if Zhenyi Sect wanted to suppress this scandal, there is no airtight wall in the world. Someone will eventually
I know what's going on inside.
Luo Chongyang smiled and said: "I never drink river water."
"That's good."
Qiu Fengsheng narrowed his eyes and exhaled slightly.
"But that is my nephew. He calls me uncle. If he dies, I'm afraid no one will be willing to call me uncle anymore."
Luo Chongyang looked at the ghost swordsman who was confronting Yuan Feng in the distance.
He has always remembered the fire bodhi in Beili volcano.
Likewise, he also appreciates his nephew's ability to go his own way and do whatever he wants.
There are thirty thousand days in this life. How to be happy will come, how to be happy will be how to live.
And Luo Chongyang is a being who is not afraid of heaven or earth.
Qiu Fengsheng looked at the battle in the distance, and his expression suddenly darkened, "If the Ghost Swordsman wins, I won't take action. If the Ghost Swordsman loses, what if you don't take action?"
Luo Chongyang nodded slightly, "Okay."
Qiu Fengsheng took a deep breath and stared at the battle ahead.
When Ouyang Ping saw this, he sighed: "Luo Chongyang, the Taoist priest, is still very powerful."
Real masters don't need hole cards, because you can't see the master's hole cards at all, and masters can't use their hole cards.
Luo Chongyang blocked Qiu Fengsheng, the master of Suoming Mansion, with just a few words, which is enough to show Luo Chongyang's strength.
Following Qiu Fengsheng's signal, many masters from Suoming Mansion also stopped one after another.
"Roar!"
The black dragon glanced at Qiu Fengsheng, roared, and hovered above Zhao Qingmei.
An Jing glanced at Feng Lingyue out of the corner of his eye. He knew that if he let the black dragon take action, the old man might stop the black dragon immediately.
He did this kind of thing more than once or twice.
"Then you can only die by my sword today."
An Jing's eyes were cold, and he narrowed his eyes slightly. The next moment, the sword light suddenly appeared, roaring out again, bringing with it a series of afterimages and harsh sonic booms, and enveloped Yuan Feng as fast as lightning.
The sword light filled with terrifying power rapidly expanded in Yuan Feng's eyes. An Jing's rainstorm attack also made Yuan Feng climb up with a fierce look in his eyes, clenched his right fist, and then suddenly blasted out.
Swish, swish, swish!
The sword light and fist force finally collided with each other overwhelmingly. The movement was undoubtedly earth-shattering, as if they were all shaking violently at this moment.
Eyes all over the sky were full of surprise, looking at the dusty and mist-filled venue. A gentle breeze blew away the dust and mist, and then the sound of breaking wind sounded quickly.
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in An Jing's eyes, and the Suppressing Evil Sword turned into a huge sword.
Wow!
The giant sword cut through the void and struck Yuan Feng heavily.
Yuan Feng obviously also knew the power of the Suppressing Evil Sword. His true energy gathered on his index finger and pointed towards the Suppressing Evil Sword.
Sonorous!
The moment the index finger collided with the tip of the sword, a fierce and harsh sound of gold and iron clashing resounded throughout the world.
"laugh!"
An Jing's steps moved laterally, his eyes were filled with fierce light, and the Suppressing Evil Sword suddenly came out again, heading straight for Yuan Feng's throat with a swish sound.
"snort!"
An Jing's fierce offensive also made Yuan Feng snort coldly. He curled his fingers together and pointed at the sword light as fast as lightning. A red energy wrapped around his fingers and faced him.
A sharp sword glow.
The two of them fought dozens of moves, but neither of them seemed to have the upper hand.
Boom boom!
After the two exchanged a move, Yuan Feng did not retreat at all. Instead, he bullied An Jing forcefully. He punched out with both fists, tearing the air. The fierce and domineering wind of the fist enveloped An Jing's body like a heavy rain.
Clang clang clang!
The loud sound of gold and iron resounded continuously in the field, two lights and shadows fought together, and the violent wind spread out, making people jump with fear.
Bang!
Another fierce collision caused An Jing and Yuan Feng to take a few steps back. Wherever their feet landed, the ground immediately shattered into powder.
Whoosh!
Yuan Feng's figure was firm and steady, and his figure swept out again, and a powerful wave of true energy suddenly swept away from his hand.
I could see the roaring gray light in the sky, actually piercing the surrounding air and blasting towards An Jing fiercely. There was an astonishing power permeating the horse.
An Jing raised the evil-suppressing sword in his hand, and a thunderous sound suddenly erupted from it.
Four Elephant Sword Jue! Move like thunder!
The sword light surged forward, just like the roar of thunder.
Boo!
The moment the energy collided, it turned into a rolling wave and swept away. The overwhelming power turned the surrounding gravel into powder.
Yuan Feng stretched out his palm to resist the wave of energy in front of him.
But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed, because his heart began to beat strangely.
Just then, a cold light struck.
"Pfft!"
Because Yuan Feng's heart was beating violently, his reaction was half a beat too slow, and his arm was cut open by a sword.
"How is this going?"
Feng Lingyue frowned.
Yuan Feng had just fought against the Ghost Swordsman and was not losing, but he was stabbed by a sword in an instant.
Not only Feng Lingyue, but all the experts present had expressions of disbelief on their faces.
The battle that was evenly matched just now has become one-sided in the blink of an eye.
Qiu Fengsheng raised his brows and thought to himself: "The winner is decided."
He glanced at the black dragon above, then at Luo Chongyang, and took a deep breath. This time, his plan to deal with the Demon Cult would probably fail.
"Heartbeat?"
Luo Chongyang closed his eyes slightly, as if he was listening to Yuan Feng's heartbeat.
"not good!"
The more Yuan Feng tried to suppress his heartbeat, the faster it beat, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.
"Jiang Shang is no longer here, so I will sacrifice your head to heaven first."
An Jing's eyes were cold and he slapped the evil-suppressing sword in his hand.
"call out!"
The Suppressing Evil Sword turned into a line of cold light and rushed forward. The air on both sides of the sword energy collapsed, forming air waves.
"It's over, let's go."
When Qiu Fengsheng saw this, he immediately knew the outcome of this battle and said to the surrounding masters of Suomingfu.
Immediately, Qiu Fengsheng shrank to an inch and disappeared, and many masters from Suoming Mansion also left behind him.
No one paid attention to Yuan Feng.
Luo Chongyang smiled and said, "You go so fast."
"Qiu Fengsheng is gone?"
Yuan Feng also sensed Qiu Fengsheng's departure, and was furious. He didn't expect that Qiu Fengsheng would come here and leave without even raising a hand. He had completely become his discarded piece and was played by him.
"puff!"
This sword pierced Yuan Feng's chest directly, and the blood dyed his clothes red.
When Ouyang Ping saw this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed: "Yuan Feng, if you plead guilty now, although your cultivation will be abolished, your life can be saved."
The two have been together day and night for decades, and it is impossible to say that they do not have feelings.
"I'm ninety-three this year, and I don't have many more years to live. How is it different from killing me if I cripple my cultivation?"
A trace of anger flashed in Yuan Feng's eyes, "I can't succeed, it's fate."
If the ghost swordsman hadn't suddenly betrayed him and even wanted to help Zhao Qingmei, he would have captured Zhao Qingmei alive today and forced him to reveal the "Nine Nether Purgatory Grimoire".
"You dare to talk about destiny?"
An Jing sneered and raised the Suppressing Evil Sword in his hand.
call out!
The sword light was mighty and swift, moving forward quickly, like a light piercing the darkness.
Swordsmanship!
Yuan Feng's pupils reflected the cold sword light, with a hint of madness. The next moment he stretched out his palm, and saw several black black gold thunder pills emerging.
"Um!?"
Luo Chongyang was the first to react, but it was too late to stop him.
Yuan Feng came fully prepared this time and brought all the remaining Wujin Thunder Pills with him. At this moment of death, he naturally did not hold anything back.
"Whoosh!"
Several Wujin Thunder Pills flew towards An Jing, and the moment Yuan Feng threw the Wujin Thunder Pills, the Evil Suppressing Sword had already flown in front of him and pierced his throat directly.
Then the sword blade was stuck on the boulder behind him, shaking slightly.
Almost the next moment, the Wujin Thunder Pill also flew to An Jing's side.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The explosion of several Wujin Thunder Pills was so terrifying. Suddenly the heaven and earth roared, as if a violent earthquake had occurred.
"not good!"
Ouyang Ping frowned and his face changed slightly.
"broken!"
Su Lian and Su Yue's pupils widened, and they were both in a daze.
The earth shook and shook, causing the bodies of the surrounding experts to shake and almost fall to the ground.
At this moment, a figure flew out of the smoke and dust of the explosion at an undetectable speed.
"What a white ass."
Luo Chongyang opened his eyes and murmured: "My nephew is taking good care of himself."
In addition to Luo Chongyang, Zhao Qingmei also blinked and looked at the fleeting figure in the distance. If Fan Tianxi's blood wasn't connected to her, she really wouldn't be able to feel the departing figure.
Everyone was staring at the center of the explosion, and no one noticed that the black dragon also turned into a ray of light and disappeared.
Smoke and dust were scattered in all directions, and it took a long time to gradually dissipate.
The world was quiet.
I saw a sunken hole about three feet in front of me, but nothing else.
"Ghost Swordsman, won't he be blown into powder?"
"Where are the people? Where are the Ghost Sword guests?"
Everyone was staring at the pothole, and their hearts were shaking wildly.
The Ghost Swordsman disappeared. Was he killed by a bomb?
Su Yue's pretty face turned pale, "Such a powerful impact, even a master in the Golden Bone realm will definitely die."
Who would have thought that Yuan Feng would be able to produce several Wujin Thunder Pills in the end, which were so terrifyingly powerful that they could be compared to a full blow from the Master of Three Qi.
After all, grandmasters are also human beings, and it is only the great grandmaster who is called a semi-immortal.
"Amitabha."
Puwen Jingang frowned and then sighed.
The ghost swordsman's strength is indeed great, but under such a powerful impact, even a second-qi master like him would be afraid of death, let alone a ghost swordsman who is a first-qi master.
Dai Danshu said quietly: "The Ghost Swordsman is gone, he no longer needs to retire from the world."
"Let's leave quickly."
Feng Lingyue was slightly startled, then reacted.
He didn't care about the ghost swordsman's life or death at all. When the masters of the Demon Cult came to their senses, they wouldn't be able to leave even if they wanted to.
Dai Danshu was also shocked, then recovered and quickly followed Feng Lingyue.
With Feng Lingyue and many other masters leaving, some other martial arts masters did not dare to stay.
As for the morality and justice of the world just now, they are all gone.
"Ghost Swordsman, died like this?"
Duanmu Xinghua was also a little unbelievable. The ghost swordsman who killed the demon sect Dongluo Pass ended up going through life and death for her demon sect, and his soul returned to the west?
If you don't see this with your own eyes, anyone who hears it will find it outrageous and unbelievable.
"It's such a miserable death."
Lin Tianhai's expression was a little complicated, and for some reason he suddenly felt sympathy for the Ghost Swordsman.
I am such a person and I don’t need to explain it to anyone.
Smiling in the sword, watching the changing colors of the wind and clouds, I do my own thing and enjoy myself.
How many people in the world are as free and easy as him?
Lin Tianhai couldn't do it anyway.
"If you die, just die."
Zhao Qingmei waved her hand, "Put away the ghost swordsman's evil-suppressing sword. I want to keep it as a souvenir."
"yes."
Lin Tianhai nodded heavily.
Only Tan Yun, who was hiding far away, had a trace of sadness in his heart and his eyes widened.