The black scorpion tattooed young man with a bulge in blood vessels, his body was exposed, and his face was very distorted, as if he had mutated.

On his life palace, a black mark gradually emerged, and the flow of true qi in his blood accelerated wildly, and even he could feel the power soaring several times.

"You, what did you eat for me..."

As the last trace of consciousness remained, the young black scorpion looked at Ye Wuzong and asked hard.

Ye Wuzong said indifferently: "That sword broke your dantian and injured a serious sword. Without me, you died earlier. In other words, I was just using a dead person..."

"ah!"

The black scorpion young man roared wildly and completely lost his mind. The next moment, he instantly calmed down and raised his head suddenly, his pupils as dark as ink, with no white eyes at all.

It looks very strange.

This scene scared Yan Qing, a woman in golden clothes.

Yan Shun fought all the way, making freehand paintings, but at this time, the old man of Sword Emperor level couldn't help frowning and said with a serious look: "Ghost Path and Futu Jue... They are people in the Ghost Sect."

"Why."

After hearing this, Qi Dongxuan sighed again.

He wanted to take Ye Wuzong into the Sword Sect, and might even take him under his command. Although this kid may not listen to him.

But now most people regard it as a disciple of the Ghost Sect.

No wonder.

In his opinion, although Ye Wuzong is not bad by nature, he is calm and ruthless in his work and uses any means. He really doesn't know how to evaluate this person.

Yan Qing was stunned. He didn't expect to meet a disciple of the Ghost Sect here. The next moment, the beautiful woman snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, the people of the Ghost Sect are full of conscience and act erratic and violently, and everyone can kill them!"

Ye Wuzong rolled his eyes and said, "Tsk, the father-in-law under the jurisdiction of Yan used the Ghost Path Art to create a large number of dead puppet war soldiers to annex the Nanhuang city and slaughter the people. Why don't you stop him?"

Yan Qing was stunned again and turned to look at Old Shun: "Old Shun, what is that kid talking about?"

The old man in golden clothes also rolled his eyes and said, "Qing'er, are you so forgetful? What are we doing in Nanhuang?"

Yan Qing thought hard and shook his head.

The old man in golden clothes sighed, "Forget it, don't listen to that guy's nonsense. Anyway, he is a member of the Ghost Sect, so he should be killed."

Yan Qing nodded: "That's right, Mr. Shun, there seems to be a guard around him. Are you going to solve the problem?"

Yan Shun smiled and said, "It's just a group of rats, with their heads and tails hidden, wearing masks. I don't think they are good people."

Yan Qing laughed: "Haha, okay, that guy is so stinky, leave it to me!"

That is at this moment—!

Boom boom-!

Two figures appeared and their steps shattered the earth.

Yan Qing and the other two were slightly surprised when they saw it.

"Li Tianhua, why has he survived again?" Yan Qing felt puzzled.

These two figures are Li Tianhua who was killed by Shun Lao, and the sword king who was killed by Li Tianhua.

Both of them are in a state of ghost intention, no one is human, no ghost is ghost, and they are full of death.

Yan Shun didn't care: "Hmph, it's just ghost magic, but this kid's Taoism is quite deep."

A little ghost from the Martial Spirit Realm, with a few old ghosts, can also use the Ghost Path Art to resurrect the king-level sword cultivator. This is indeed extraordinary.

"No matter whether he is doing well or not, I will kill him with one sword!"

Yan Qing was very dissatisfied and said with a cold face.

Li Tianhua and the Sword King did not give them a chance. They are now controlled by the Ghost Path Futu Jue and no longer have their own consciousness. Ye Wuzong issued the order, so they can only do it!

“It’s the same thing when you come again…”

Yan Shun sneered and waved his hand, and a sword energy broke through the air. The next moment, the sword energy was divided into two, two into four, and slashed towards the two.

Sword split.

Moreover, the old man did not need to pinch the sword seal when splitting the sword, and the speed was extremely fast!

Yan Qing also drove along and greeted the sword king directly.

I have to say that she is young and has a very outstanding swordsmanship. Even when facing a sword king, she is not afraid at all, and her swordsmanship is powerful.

But the old and young man soon discovered that although Li Tianhua and the Sword King were involved in several swords, they did not know any pain or fatigue.

"This evil method is indeed powerful. It can make people obey orders and be loyal without knowing the pain!"

Yan Shun narrowed his eyes, and in a flash, a sword pointed sharply into Li Tianhua's eyebrows, directly causing his head to explode!

"Qing'er, pierce his eyebrows." Yan Shun told Yan Qing about this method.

However, although Yan Qing knew it, it was impossible to kill a Ghost Intention Sword King in a short time. The two of them fought for a while.

Soon, Yan Shun discovered that the sword cultivators who were killed by him were resurrected by Ye Wuzong in a special way.

And they all turned into ghost puppets.

"This kid is not using the Ghost Path Art, he is giving those people the Ghost King Pills!"

Yan Shun was a little angry.

Ye Wuzong was resurrected one by one, of course, this was also due to Murong Zhenshuo, who had been urging the ghost path Futu Jue.

At this time, Murong Zhenshuo's face was a little pale, panting, and could hardly hold on.

"Your precious Ghost King Pills are good. The effect is much better than using the Ghost Path Art to keep them fighting."

Ye Wuzong looked at Murong Zhenshuo beside him.

Murong Zhenshuo's heart was bleeding: "Damn, of course! I will refine one Ghost King Pill a year, and you will take it all away!"

Immediately, he looked at Ye Wuzong and said angrily: "Can you let me go now?"

Ye Wuzong said Leng: "You are thinking about eating nothing, go in."

He kicked Murong Zhenshuo's ass and kicked the ghost war king who was once a powerful man and had been in the Wudi City into the Yinsha coffin.

Now, Ye Wujin and the other two were just waiting quietly.

More and more sword cultivators rushed towards Yan Shun and Yan Qing.

"Old Shun." When did Yan Qing see such a situation? He was a little panicked, but he was not afraid.

"Good boy!"

If Yan Shun was just a little angry before, he is now furious!

He was actually made by this little bastard!

He naturally looked down on this evil magic and despised him.

But the situation is different now. A group of fighting madmen rushed towards them. He could use his sword to kill him, but he might not be able to keep His Highness the Third Princess safe.

Yan Qing is the priest of phoenix blood and is the most beloved daughter of Emperor Dayan. Once there is any mistake, he will be blamed.

"Qing'er, follow me!"

Yan Shun flew directly to the center of the sword energy storm.

The storm is the sect-level sword spirit.

"They are going to seize the sword spirit." Ming Cang Jian was a little anxious.

Ye Wuzong smiled and said, "No hurry, they can't take it away!"

Qi Dongxuan said: "Yan Shun wants to attack the sword spirit and launch a backlash."

As expected.

The next moment.

boom!

A powerful sword intent burst out, like countless phoenix birds roaring together, and the howling sound of the sword energy even became sharp.

Scream--!

The power of the sect-level sword spirit was fully demonstrated at this moment.

It seems like you can easily hit the target.

Sword energy pierced through the eyebrows of these ghost puppets and stabbed out. The air burst behind these ghost puppets.

They all fell to the ground.

At the same time, the sword energy storm was weaker, and the vaguely visible sword spirit, the light that bloomed around the body also weakened a little.

Yan Qingxiang was sweating profusely, and her hair was wet with sweat, pressed against both sides of her white cheeks.

Yan Shun took her to avoid the sword spirit and launched a second round of backlash and entered a safe area.

The restlessness of the sword spirit calmed down.

Yan Qing was stunned and said, "Is this the inheritance of my ancestors?"

Yan Shun nodded: "That's right, it's the inheritance of the big man Yan, but you can't hurry now. Qing'er, we have one more thing to do!"

Yan Qing's eyes turned cold, he turned around and looked at Ye Wujin and the other two.
Chapter completed!