Qin Zhong looked at what appeared in front of him, a smile that was uglier than crying appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He cupped his hands and said, "Sect Master, I'm very interested."
Although the Ghost King's face was still pale at the moment, his eyes were shining brightly, and it was obvious that he was waiting for Qin Zhong here.
Seeing Qin Zhong's forced smile, the Ghost King actually showed a happy look on his face: "You are indeed very capable, I saw that right."
Qin Chong's heart suddenly sank when he saw the Ghost King's expression and tone.
This ghost king really wants to kill himself. He just suffered a heavy injury and he didn't even take a breath before he came out to kill himself. How much hatred does this have?
You haven't recruited him much yourself?
He laughed twice and said: "The sect master has given you too much praise. Since the sect master has nothing else to do, I will leave first."
Qin Zhong seemed to be running away while talking.
But suddenly, all the hairs on his body stood on end, and he stood there without daring to move. The Sky Thunder Sword glowed with dark red light, ready to strike at any time.
This old bastard has locked onto himself with all his strength. The key is that he has no chance of escaping now, otherwise he wouldn't have such a strong sense of crisis.
The Ghost King's face became a bit paler, but he also looked more dangerous.
He stood there without moving even half a step. He just looked at Qin Zhong and sighed after a moment: "It's a pity that such an outstanding young man does not belong to my holy religion."
Before he could finish his words, Qin Zhong had already retreated at full speed, and at the same time, the Heavenly Thunder Sword blocked in front of him with all its strength.
As soon as the Ghost King finished speaking, his figure appeared in front of Qin Zhong, holding a domineering long sword that was completely black and exuded overwhelming evil energy in his right hand.
The ancient tripod, which was used by the Ghost King to deal with Kui Niu, was placed somewhere by the Ghost King.
Violent roars spread in all directions.
The strong air waves swept away the surrounding sea water and sand.
The two people left in the field were fighting against each other with the magic weapons in their hands emitting powerful light.
"This sword is called Thousand Blades. I forged it with my own hands after joining the Holy Cult. It has been with me for hundreds of years. You are lucky to die under this sword today. I have not used it for hundreds of years.
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"This junior doesn't want this luck. I appreciate the kindness of my senior."
The huge black air wave rolled and rolled forward, and the dark red light melted like ice and snow and retreated.
Qin Chong gritted his teeth and stared at the Ghost King.
The power of one blow!
If you can block this blow, you will have a chance to live. The Ghost King has already exhausted himself when fighting Kui Niu. Now the Ghost King can only maintain the power of this blow. As long as he can block it, the Ghost King will use his power to stop it.
way.
But now, it seems that it is almost unstoppable.
Qin Chong was already injured, but the Ghost King struck again with all his strength.
How difficult is it to escape from the Ghost King who is attacking with all his strength regardless of his own safety?
Right now, if you block life, you will die if you can't block it!
The Ghost King's face became paler as he looked at the increasingly dim dark red light in front of him and at the trembling Thunder Sword.
A smile appeared on his pale face: "I can't let you choose now."
Qin Zhong had a bitter look on his face. He really had no choice in the current situation. The Ghost King's attack was too powerful and he couldn't block it anyway. He glanced at the Sky Thunder Sword, whose light had been suppressed and dimmed a lot.
I thought to myself: I'm really sorry for you. I just blew up your brother a few days ago, and now I'm being forced to blow up you too.
You don’t have to worry too much. After you go down there, you two brothers won’t have to worry about being alone together.
Alas, I almost didn't wake up after destroying Tiangang last time. Now I'm already injured. If the Sky Thunder Sword explodes this time, I might not be able to wake up.
It doesn't matter, the chance of life and death is half, which is much more cost-effective than being hacked to death by the Ghost King.
"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder. The brilliant power of heaven is drawn with the sword!"
A cold voice came from behind.
Qin Chong was stunned for a moment. Was it an auditory hallucination?
The Ghost King raised his head. Not far behind Qin Zhong, a blue figure stood upright. The Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, which has been famous for thousands of years, was emitting a dazzling light, connecting with the thunder in the sky.
The Ghost King glanced at Qin Chong again, the expression on his face was so cold that he seemed to be dripping with water.
His eyes flickered, and he was thinking quickly whether he should take the blow of the Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique and kill Qin Zhong, or should he retreat immediately?
While he was thinking about it, a thick thunderbolt appeared in the thunderclouds in the sky and was about to strike down.
In the distance, the eyes of Tian Buyi, Cangsong, Qinglong and others were attracted by this thunder, and they looked over.
In this situation, even if Qin Zhong is killed, the Ghost King will definitely be seriously injured by the divine sword's True Thunder Control Technique.
Then, the leader of the Ghost King, whose mana was exhausted and seriously injured, not to mention Cang Song and the others, even the insidious dwarf Bai Duzi of Wan Du Sect would not let him go.
All these thoughts have passed in the blink of an eye. Since there is no chance, there is no need to force it.
The Ghost King immediately took back the magic weapon and headed towards the depths of the sea under the night sky.
Qin Zhong had just recovered from the shock of hearing Lu Xueqi's voice when he saw the Ghost King withdrawing his hands and retreating into the dark ocean.
Qin Zhong looked at Tianleijian blankly: "Has he seen how powerful I am?"
He looked at the sea in the distance again, and saw that this action was really decisive. No matter whether he took action or fled far away, there was no hesitation at all. He was indeed worthy of being a hero in the world.
Looking at the sky, the rolling thunderclouds began to dissipate, and a huge thunder in the distance fell into the sea, rolling up waves.
Turning around, the figure smiled at him.
However, his face was very pale, and his figure standing in the wind looked thin and shaky.
Qin Zhong took steps towards her with a smile on his face.
It's just that her face is getting blurrier and blurrier, and she seems to have become taller.
Are you hallucinating again? She seemed to be running towards him, and her expression became nervous.
What happened to her?
Forget it, I'm so tired and my head feels dizzy, so I don't want to think about it anymore.
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Changhe City
Qin Zhong opened his eyes, and the sunlight coming in from the window was a bit dazzling.
After calming down, I got used to it.
He propped up his body with his hands and sat up, taking a look at the surrounding environment.
The wooden walls and roof were undecorated. There was only a stool, a small cabinet against the wall and the bed underneath me in the small room.
What I saw outside the window was a blue sky.
He pulled back the quilt and stood up, giving a bitter smile.
In the past few days, I have been unconscious twice in a row, especially the second time. I couldn't do anything, but I just fought a blow with the Ghost King, and I fainted in shame.
Especially in such a scene where everyone is watching, I really don’t want to go out and face everyone.
He sat on the bed again, feeling the condition of his body.
He didn't suffer much trauma last time, and he didn't have time to sacrifice the Sky Thunder Sword.
It's more of a sequelae of exhaustion.
After this period of time, the recovery in the coma has almost healed, and it is estimated that he will be completely recovered within two or three days of recovery.
There is also the harvest from this trip.
His eyes fell on the small object lying quietly beside the pillow.
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