Chickens stroll in the courtyard, worried about ghosts.
The white-faced ghost was stunned by a chicken. He covered the only half of his head and couldn't stop holding back.
"How is it possible..."
It still doesn't believe in this evil.
Because it’s not just time and space jumps, there are three thousand swordsmanship.
During the battle, it saw every move and learned the first realms of Wuji's Mo Swordsmanship, Nine Swordsmanship, Hidden Swordsmanship, and Heart Swordsmanship.
All of them have reached their peak, blending into simple and unpretentious slashes. Unless you fight in person, you really can't tell if you are a master of swordsmanship.
In the final change of the owl's first move, Wuji changed into a ghost sword technique, cutting off a large piece of his soul.
"Who changed you?"
The white-faced ghost shouted sternly, thinking about retreating in his heart. He couldn't believe that this was just a chicken.
You should never, never should have said such arrogant words to provoke this carriage. Sure enough, the devil's intuition was correct. They were not easy to mess with.
"Cluck...cluck..."
The black-bone chicken did not respond with any words, but only croaked in a low voice.
It held a sword in its mouth, turned sideways, and walked slowly and leisurely, with a strong sense of oppression, especially those eyes with cold light.
Staring at a ghost makes the ghost's body feel cold.
Staring at people, everyone is shocked.
"What a strong chicken!"
"This swordsmanship... no, just looking at this footwork, this chicken is terrifyingly strong!"
"Who is riding in this carriage, and why does he have such a powerful sword-bearing rooster, a holy rooster?"
"I really want to raise one..."
"Matchmaker, you live!"
Comments flashed across the screen of Jin Xing watching the battle.
The matchmaker is indeed alive, resurrected from the despair she felt just now.
She got her job back and wanted to explain.
But after searching in my mind, there are no major Taixu families in the Five Realms and Xing Realm who can match the identity and strength of this carriage.
"Who are you!?"
In the battlefield, the white-faced ghost was stared at by the chicken and was under great pressure.
But the chicken stopped attacking and just walked around me. The white-faced ghost didn't dare to step forward and had to shout and ask.
After asking to no avail, it turned its attention to the cinnamon carriage:
"Who are you?"
Asking and knowing are just ways to relieve inner fear.
On the Xianggui carriage, Old Man Li turned a deaf ear and said to the carriage: "This ghost is quite powerful. He can actually take down so many swords from the Sword Princess?"
"Not bad." The young masters in the car all agreed with the white-faced ghost's strength, or more than his strength:
"If he can keep up with the black chicken and catch the seventy-one swords, this ghost has at least three realms of fighting consciousness."
"Able to speak human words, think, and know fear, this ghost has extremely high human nature, or it may be said that his intelligence is no less than that of normal humans."
"But it happens that such a strong consciousness is paired with a weak body. Looking at the soul body itself, the level of the waste ghost is not high. It is really strange..."
There are millions of people in Jinzhu, and there are many smart ones. When they heard something, the matchmaker was even more shocked:
"again?"
"Did the matchmaker hear you wrong just now? He said 'again'?"
The white-faced ghost's face twitched for a while, as if it was about to fall off, and then he heard Old Man Li take over the words:
"Yes, sir, it is different from the fifty-six we killed before. Its body is quite complete."
As soon as these words came out, the battle situation was completely boiling inside and outside:
"Beheaded?"
"They've killed this kind of ghost, and they're still fifty-six, are you kidding me?"
"No, if you have such strength, what are you pretending to do? They deliberately didn't save the matchmaker to attract the matchmaker's attention?"
When the matchmaker saw this comment, she took a heavy breath and her chest rose and fell slightly.
Is that true?
She quickly shook her head and denied her overly good self.
As for this black-bone chicken, which can reach the holy realm, not many forces in the world can raise it.
"Yeah, there aren't many people..."
The matchmaker's mind was spinning so fast that she felt that the range of choices was already very small, but it was like her thoughts were tied up and she couldn't break through the layer of paper wrapping the truth.
"Fifty-six..." The white-faced ghost had a sullen face, lowered his eyebrows, and murmured silently.
"Bah, bah, bah..." It quickly laughed miserably, raised its head suddenly, and its bloody one eye gleamed:
"You want to kill me? Impossible!"
The white-faced ghost's desire to survive was so strong that he could no longer care about the black chickens around him, so he drew his sword and raised it back.
"Time and space..."
Keng!
Before the sword was drawn, Wu Ji appeared at some point, and with a powerful horizontal slash, he cut off the white-faced ghost's escape technique.
The white-faced ghost's face turned green, and he immediately changed his moves.
After unloading the path, build up the path again, and cut it out with the through path. Close at hand, a faint green light burst out.
But the light of the sword has not yet taken shape. The chicken with the sword in its hand moves a thousand catties four or two times, and the force is released by shaking the path.
"Bang!"
The white-faced ghost stepped heavily, creating a deep hole in the ground, and his moves were slightly deformed.
The black-bone chicken took advantage of the ghost's danger and attacked more and more, and the chicken's head almost left an afterimage.
“Kengkengkengkeng…Kengkangkengkeng…”
The sound of hammering was heard again, and this time the white-faced ghost only took thirty-two swords. With a sneer, his left arm was sliced off by the sword-carrying chicken.
"ah--"
With a scream, the door opened wide.
The sword-wielding chicken used its strength to fight, and stepped on the white-faced ghost's chest with its claws, pushing the person out and tapping him in the air.
Bang!
A bloody hole opened in the white-faced ghost's chest.
It pursed its lips and groaned, not daring to say anything more - because the sword-bearing chicken might attack in an instant, and it would no longer be able to crow.
It steadied itself and didn't dare to run anymore. It just wanted to parry the next wave of violent storm from the sword-bearing chicken.
The chicken stopped attacking.
Turn sideways, close your eyes, pace slowly...
"Click!"
Sweat and blood flowed all over the body of the white-faced ghost, and his teeth were broken. He felt that he was being humiliated by a chicken.
Millions of people watched the Jinxing scene, and they were in an uproar:
"So strong, I already knew I was strong, but I didn't expect to be so strong!"
"What kind of ancient sword chicken is this? Only the Seven Swordsmen can fight at this level. Can Master Shou beat this chicken?"
"Why is it that there's obviously no movement, and he hasn't left the first or second realm yet? This white-faced ghost looks so stressed?"
"Look, the white-faced ghost's hands are trembling, this chicken is quite powerful!"
"Kowu Chicken?"
Whether it is the Ancient Sword Chicken, the Ancient Martial Chicken, or a master of these two paths, the white-faced ghost cannot tell clearly.
It discovered that at some point, its vision had become extremely narrow.
It's not because one eye was cut off, one arm was broken, or there was a bloody hole in the chest, but because of fear.
"Come on!"
The white-faced ghost roared at the sword-bearing chicken.
The black-bone chicken was indifferent and still stood around, pacing slowly and slowly.
boom!
The white-faced ghost cut the ground with one sword and shouted loudly:
"Come on! Fight!"
The chicken seemed to have seen through that the ghost's sword had no lethality, so it stepped on the boundary of the force wave and continued to wander.
The white-faced ghost's Adam's apple rolled up and he sweated like beans.
Its face turned to the other side, but its eyes did not dare to turn.
It stared blankly at the black-bone chicken, facing the carriage, and angrily scolded the two humans there who were still making sarcastic remarks:
"What a pair of dandy and evil servants, but they just relied on themselves to raise a spiritual beast, pretending to be a tiger..."
brush!
The afterimage of the black-bone chicken disappeared.
The white-faced ghost stopped suddenly, his pupils were shaking, and he was just about to raise the sword bar...
"Tsk!"
The black-bone sword pierced the white-faced ghost's right eye.
The speed in front of it was actually all in a show, and it exploded faster at this time. It was due to the inertia of thinking and being caught off guard.
"ah--"
The stone sword was like a drill. After it penetrated the skull, it kept twitching and twisting. The heart-wrenching pain not only came from the body, but also from the soul, and it hurt!
The white-faced ghost couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to scream in pain.
It just opened its mouth, holding the sword in its mouth. The chicken's body rotated down, its claws inserted into the white-faced ghost's mouth, and it curled its toes and pinched it.
"Tongue!"
The matchmaker screamed: "The black chicken pulled out the tongue of the white-faced ghost with his feet!"
The white-faced ghost was completely frightened.
What's going on, just because I scolded its master over and over again?
Before it could finish thinking, its eyes hurt, and the sword-bearing chicken pulled the sword out of its skull.
The elongated tongue touched the sword lightly and made a scoff...
"Broken!"
"Just because this ghost still wants to utter arrogant words, is he really going to be punished by cutting out his tongue as Old Man Li just said?"
The matchmaker is happy.
If Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu were so frustrated when they died just now, then she feels so happy now.
When this white-faced ghost tortured and killed others, he never thought that he would have such retribution!
"Woo——"
The screams echoed throughout the battle.
The black-bone chicken that cut off the tongue of the white-faced ghost slapped half of the white-faced ghost's head with its chicken wings, and then jumped out of the battlefield again...
Keep pacing.
"Well!"
"Uh-huh!"
The white-faced ghost collapsed and his mentality completely collapsed.
It covered its face and throat, suffering unspeakably. The special entwining thoughts like water on the black-bone sword remained on its wound like salt being sprinkled all the time.
pain!
It hurts!
Unbearable pain!
"Kill me, kill me, kill me..."
Cutting off the tongue could not stop the white-faced ghost from making noises. It lay on the ground and kept wailing. It could no longer endure such torture.
"Son."
Old Man Li on the Xianggui Carriage called, with a somewhat regretful look on his face: "This one doesn't seem to have the power of death. No matter how much you stimulate it, it won't use it?"
"No, they are very smart, and some of them hide themselves very well."
"But if it's so exciting, it should have exploded a long time ago. Let me put it in my place, old man. I feel like I'm either going to kill myself or mutate. Anyway, I can't stand this kind of inhuman torture..."
"It is indeed inhuman. It is a powerful ghost. The energy of ghosts is beyond your imagination."
The matchmaker was stunned for a while after hearing this.
What this pair of masters and servants were discussing, and what millions of Jinxing spectators were paying attention to, seemed to be completely different from the same level.
Sounds ridiculous...
But are they experienced?
White-faced ghosts make a living by hunting those experienced in the ghost and Buddhist world.
This pair of carriage owners and servants seem to exist specifically to hunt "living things/dead things" like the white-faced ghost?
And what they planned...
"This young master, is he trying to use this... this senior swordswoman to force out the hidden power of the white-faced ghost?"
"Is the power of death the one I know about, the power of ancestral origin?"
The matchmaker didn't even know whether this "sword-bearing chicken" had any intelligence, so she had to honor her as "Sword Girl".
After all, this chicken is too strong, rarely seen in his life.
I feel that in terms of swordsmanship, the last vacant spot among the Seven Sword Immortals should be given to this cockscomb.
Even Beibei may not be able to defeat this chicken!
"Hoo, ho, ho..."
The white-faced ghost was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.
When it panted too hard, the black-bone chicken came up and struck it with a sword, and soon the white-faced ghost didn't even dare to breathe.
It is like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time. It wants to explode but does not dare to explode. The whole ghost is twisted to the extreme.
"No more torture." Finally, the young master's sigh came from the cinnamon carriage in the distance:
"It turns out he is a bastard..."
"Sword Girl, kill it, it will be destroyed physically and mentally."
Jin Xing's screen suddenly focused on the rooster holding a sword, but he saw the rooster fluttering its wings, jumping lightly with a sword in its mouth, and spinning sideways in the air.
brush!
The bright silver sword energy cut through the void, tearing straight towards the trembling white-faced ghost lying on the ground.
"It's tolerable, but what can't be tolerated!"
The white-faced ghost stood with his heavy sword and let out an explosive cry. Immediately, his body exploded into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.
As the space fluctuated, a ray of light quickly shot out from the blast point, pointing directly at... the Cinnamon Carriage!
"You wicked servant, I have tolerated you for a long time!"
The dim light turned into a ferocious evil ghost that was a hundred feet tall.
The majestic power of death gathered together and turned into the heavy giant sword in his hand.
This evil spirit, with a huge sword and an unspeakable hatred, didn't even care about his back, and pierced directly towards the roof of the car.
"Giggle--"
Wuji held his sword in his hand and chased after him, but his speed was already a little slower.
"Can't save!"
The matchmaker covered her lips.
Jin Xing even had fewer comments, and everyone watched with bated breath.
In the picture, Old Man Li looked up.
In the eyes of everyone, this weak old man was supposed to be extremely frail. At this moment, he looked at the sword falling like a pillar from the sky, and there was actually contempt on his lips.
"Master..."
He exhaled softly, with a somewhat expectant look on his face.
When the heavy sword struck, he drove the carriage sideways.
At that moment, the horse tilted and the carriage tipped over. Where the epee struck the head, the first person to bear the brunt was no longer the top of the carriage, but the carriage window!
"call……"
The wind rises.
The upward car curtains were slightly lifted.
The matchmaker's beautiful eyes widened immediately, and she held the golden beads and pushed the picture inward, trying to reveal the true form of the carriage boy.
Can't see clearly!
I can't even see the face clearly!
After the car curtains were lifted by the wind, only a fair side face was slightly exposed, but it only reached the lips and the tip of the nose, not even the eyes.
"It's pretty..."
The matchmaker's mind was moved, and she was just about to sigh that this carriage gentleman did not disappoint.
The carriage curtain suddenly folds outwards.
Then he stretched out a big hand with two fingers, which were formed into sword seals. From bottom to top, he pointed at the heavy sword formed by the power of the god of death.
"boom!"
With such a reckless collision of forces and waves of void force sweeping away, the cinnamon carriage actually did not fall apart.
The matchmaker is almost overwhelmed.
One eye was piercing the fluttering car curtains.
One eye is watching the confrontation between the sword finger and the epee.
Ling Nian also wants to control the golden apricot screen to keep it from tilting to the right and focus on the key points...
"impossible!"
The Void Demon screamed again.
It held its sword and endured dozens or hundreds of blows from the black-bone chicken, but it was unable to send the Death Sword downwards even a little bit.
The people in the car are actually stronger than the chicken holding the sword!
He only had two fingers, and without even using his spiritual energy or ancestral power, he could withstand the Death Sword that had been charged for so long with just his physical body!
"What body is this?"
"Absolutely impossible!"
The one-wheel station and the rickety carriage were like a building that was about to fall, but it did not fall.
"Nothing is impossible. Any miscalculation is beyond your vision."
"In other words, you are just a frog in the well."
The sick man's sarcasm came from the carriage. After a pause, his voice became a little cold and he suddenly shouted:
"Name·Ten-dan Sword Finger."
The power surged, and the picture of Jin Xing suddenly blurred.
On the young master's sword finger, a clear liquid like water suddenly flowed out, wrapped around his fingers, and finally shone with a faint light.
"boom!"
The glimmer of light turned into sword light.
The sword light penetrated directly from the inside of the Death Sword, disembowelled the evil ghost's body, penetrated into the sky without any hindrance, and left traces of frost.
A frosty sword can spread a rainbow three thousand miles away, and the cold sky can split ghosts and break through the clouds!