"Nine Swords of Yama!"

Qinglu took action, this was his bloody killing technique, accompanying him through the sword mountain and sword forest, helping him to achieve great reputation!

Boom!

The Netherworld Qi exploded, and the black Netherworld Qi enveloped the sky. One by one, the evil ghosts and the wronged souls were roaring, struggling in the Netherworld Qi.

Everyone changed their color because the dark energy was like a lead cloud, covering the sun and unable to even shine through the sun. And those evil ghosts and unjust souls could be seen by soldiers!

Moreover, they all wore tattered armor from other countries, proving that these people died at the hands of Qinglu. They were so cruel that they could kill people's lives and imprison others' souls.

"Without sword, you will become the wronged soul in my sword energy, do you regret it?" Qing Lu roared angrily.

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It seemed as if the ghost gate was wide open, and the wronged souls and evil ghosts in the underworld aura were all whistling out. On the headless generals, there were dark ghost soldiers in their hands, and there were vanguards missing half of them. The spear in their hands was about to rot, but they were emitting a strong breath of death.

Of course, there are also some ghosts whose bodies are rotten.

Qingluo roared like a demon god, and roared from the exit of the Netherworld Qi: "Kill!"

He seemed to have become the leader of the evil ghost and the representative of the King of Hell. He led thousands of ghost soldiers to rush towards Wujian in front. Everything along the way was rotting rapidly, and the bricks, stones and the earth were silenced and black smoke was wailing.

"war!"

Wu Jian roared angrily, and the divine edge in his hand was raised high and slashed down suddenly!

Boom!

The soul power swarmed into a sword blade tornado, connecting the sky to the ground, attacking Qingluo. The sword blade tornado was hundreds of feet high, whistling and rotating, as if it could devour everything.

Such as sand, gravel, dust, beams and tiles, etc., were all swallowed up. Some soldiers were screaming, and some of them were directly stirred into meat scraps and flying everywhere.

"This kid has actually reached this level." Lin Fan's pupils shrank slightly, and then Zhan Yan smiled.

Wu Jian actually reached the peak of the eighth level of Yin Yuan without realizing it. He was only one step away to become a powerful man in the ninth level of Yin Yuan. After seeing Wu Jian's hidden cultivation level, Lin Fan looked back and there was no need to watch it. This duel will be completed faster.

"What, Young Master Lin is worried about your brother?" The Wing King asked with a flash of eyes.

Lin Fan looked at him with a strange look. Where did this old guy tell him that he was worried?

"Haha, Young Master Lin is above his eyes and underestimates the heroes of the world, so he thinks that the winter solstice around him is like him, and can crush everything."

A side of the Wing King smiled.

"Haha, I'll give you a choice, you give up, now you withdraw from the border of my Yiwang Mansion and give up accountability for Xiaoyao King. I can let Lu'er only hurt and not kill your brother." The old god of Yiwang is there.

He didn't expect that Qing Lu would become a powerful figure in the eighth level of Yinyuan, so he was already sure to win.

Lin Fan smiled and watched the Wing King perform: "What about?"

"Hmph! Wu Jian is a big deal? How can it be compared with the Major General? You know, the Major General practices swords at the age of three and kills people at the age of six. This year, there are no less than 30,000 cultivators who fall under his sword. Killing Wu Jian is like killing a chicken and slaughtering a dog!"

The guards behind the Wing King all spoke, Leng Bingbing and full of confidence in Qinglu.

"Do you think so too?" Lin Fan looked at the Wing King.

"What else? The facts are right in front of you." The Wing King took the wine and drank it all.

"Blind." Li Guang spoke directly.

The Wing King's eyes turned cold.

Lin Fan smiled and said, "Why don't you make another bet? If Brother Wujian loses, there will be no resentment in life and death. Moreover, I promise you any conditions. If he wins, I promise me one condition."

The Wing King looked at Lin Fan coldly: "Any conditions? Including letting you die?"

Lin Fan nodded: "Of course, otherwise what is arbitrary?"

The Wing King frowned suddenly, but the sidelines around him had already spoken: "There should be certain restrictions on this condition and it is not allowed to affect his family and himself."

Lin Fan glanced at the sidelines: "As long as you dare to agree, you can do whatever you want."

"become!"

The Wing King has only one word.

The battle situation is clear, Qinglu has the upper hand, and now the third sword of the Yan Luo Nine Swords has been used, and there is a ghost messenger to show it!

So, will it fail?

"idiot!"

The Wing King mocked in his heart, young people, can loyalty be used as a food?

"idiot!"

Lin Fan looked down on his eyes, would he lose without swords?

The battle situation was too fierce. Qinglu used the fourth sword of the Nine Swords of Yan Luo. The sword was released, and the Ghost King showed up, holding the judge's pen, holding the pen to determine life and death.

"roar!"

Wu Jian fought violently, and his black wounds were ferocious and black blood was dripping outwards. It looked very miserable. It was killed by an unjust soul and a ghost.

His martial soul appeared, which was a giant sword, too tall, taller than the hundred-foot-meter-old Ghost King, with ancient patterns engraved on it, surrounding mysterious aura.

"kill!"

Buzz.

The ancient patterns on Jian Wuhun lit up, as if the electrical appliances connected in series were opened with a knife, which was too dazzling.

"A sword cuts off life and death!"

Qinglu smiled grimly, and he waved his sword. The ghost king, who was a hundred feet tall, seemed to have heard the summons in his hand. The judge's pen in his hand was raised, depicting an unknown trajectory in the void.

The word "death" is a thousand feet in size, with a strong ghost spirit, which seems to represent judgment, to attract souls and to seize souls!

"Slay the sky with one sword!"

Without swords, the slightly brighter patterns on the sword martial soul suddenly appeared in the void, with the word "slash", which was bright.

On one side, the ghostly aura is as strong as a hell, which seems to represent judgment and divine punishment. On the other side, it is bright and shiny, with light shining like Buddha's light. Two completely opposite auras are fighting and colliding with each other.

"With sword, I once said, you are not worthy of being a sword, you are not worthy of holding a sword. Look at my move to kill your soul!"

Qing Lu laughed wildly, full of confidence in this attack, and wanted to kill Lin Fan in one attack.

"The sword holds a sword to protect it, protect the love and love in the heart. The sword holds a sword to kill, kill all the people in the world who can be killed!"

"A sword is worthy of being upright and tilted, and his back is like a sword, and he would rather break than bend!"

"The sword has a manly spirit in his heart, and one sword will scatter ninety states!"

"I am not worthy of being a sword, who is worthy?"

Without swordsman's mouth, his back is like a mountain. He walks big, like a sword god walking in the world, with a skeleton without bent, and he can face three thousand enemies with his head raised and smile!

This is his understanding of swords.

Elder Yaofeng, the eyes of the divine light flashed. This kid had a strong understanding of the sword, but he could be sent under the wall of the old dog that Jianfeng had. Didn’t that old dog say that he had no successor?

"Sword is a killing weapon. If you hold a sword, you will kill someone, and only then will you be a sword!" Qing Lu was also roaring.

This is a confrontation between two cognitives.

"You are not worthy of talking about swords. If you are humiliated, you will kill them!"

Wu Jian snorted coldly.

One word is dead, the other word is cut, and the collision is loudly!

This is the battle between two geniuses’ perception and understanding of the sword!
Chapter completed!