Kang Qiandeng thought of the childhood greed for Jinghong Sword, so he often stole to Jiange and flicked the sword sound to make it pleasant.
I couldn't help but learn from Qian Chen, pulled out the Jinghong sword from my waist, and sang: "I see the heroes of the past, and I am generous in the glass of wine. I am reborn and despised my confidant, so I have achieved great success with others. I see the people of today, and I am ashamed of my face. The hero's ambitions have not been cold, and the sword has not been added to my body and mind have been afraid..."
"Everyone...please wait for a fight!" Kang Qiandeng shot up the sword, and the sound of the sword was crisp and pleasant, awakening everyone present.
Hong Sihai also looked up and looked out. In front of the Wuhu Hall, in front of the pavilion, under the archway at the main entrance, several figures stood there quietly.
Standing at the center, he was extremely tall. His burly figure was like a tiger standing upright. Under the moonlight, his figure was blurry and like a ghost, with only the mask of the ghost-eating god-eating tiger on his face, which was clear and breathtaking.
Beside him was a thin shadow, wearing a golden cloak and a golden rooster mask, thrilling and weird.
Finally, there was a fat fat man who was wearing a greedy pig mask, very ferocious.
"If you don't enter the underworld, you will eat ghosts and gods!"
"The world is the Dabai, the God of Si Chen!"
"Open your mouth and swallow the sky, the big belly God!"
Hong Sihai's voice was low and his expression was solemn. His fists were hanging on both sides of his body. The sound echoed in the dark like rolling thunder: "Twelve Yuanchen, are you here?"
"Of course they are all there..." The sharp voice of the God of Si Chen made people feel irritated from the bottom of their hearts, and they rang like a broken gong: "They are in the sky, underground, and in the depths of the underworld, and may even be by your side."
"I don't know when I will take your life!"
When Zen Master Kongming heard this, he couldn't help but glance behind him with concern. Then he realized that at some point, the successor of the Medicine King had arrived beside him and looked at everything in the field calmly. Kang Qiandeng, a rookie in the martial arts king who he admired very much, followed behind the successor of the Medicine King... like...uh... little follower?
The Ghost-Eating God pulled out his right hand behind him, and there was a tiger-head fist glove on it, and the tiger-shaped figure was as fierce as if he wanted to devour people.
He pushed his right fist horizontally, and an invisible shrill roar instantly tore through the air and attacked in all directions... Countless shadows of ghosts were rising and falling one after another, shuttled around the Ghost-Eating God, as mysterious as an evil ghost.
"The peerless divine weapon...the grandmaster!"
Hong Sihai's face became more and more solemn, and Zen Master Kongming's face was solemn, and the entire Five Lakes Hall was filled with a heavy breath, making people breathless. The Lord of the Nether Palace, the Ghost-Eating God, had already reached the same level of a great master as Hong Sihai. Even the Master Wudang Wanshi and the Monk of Kongming Shaolin were slightly inferior.
The tiger-head fist glove on his hand just let out a slight roar, which made 80% of the warriors in the Wuhu Hall wish to hold their heads with their hands and vent their pain.
This kind of power has reached the level of the legendary peerless divine weapon.
It is the first peerless magic weapon that has recently arrived in the world in the past fifty years... and it is worn in the hands of the first soldiers.
The Divine Soldiers and the Gods!
As the Ghost-Eating God gradually restrained his true energy, the wind around him whistled even more violently. A vast wind between heaven and earth came from the nine heavens and merged with the Nether Palace Lord and Ghost-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating God-Eating, like a dragon hanging its tail, and the clouds in the sky rolled into a huge vortex, exploring from the sky to the ground.
A howling tornado pierced the ground between Wuhu Hall and Sihai Hall's main entrance.
Countless ghost shadows around the Ghost-Eating God-Eating Lord flew up on the wind and turned into black shadows and swept into the wind. The strong wind hit the heroes in front of the Wuhu Hall. For a moment, most people were unable to open their eyes by the strong wind.
At this time, the cold light in the wind flashed.
The head of a martial arts man hiding behind suddenly fell off and rolled on the ground.
Next is the second, the third...
The heads were blown by the wind on the ground, rolling by the feet of the heroes, and in the ecstasy wind, hundreds of ghosts were walking at night. The ghosts in the Nether Palace merged into the wind with the tornado storm storm caused by the Lord of the Nether Palace, and flew away in the tornado, taking away a head.
Finally someone could not bear this pressure. A famous master cried and laughed: "The head fell off! Our head fell off! There were ghosts... there were ghosts!"
He shouted, turned around and ran away... His figure escaped far away with the wind on his back. Many people watched him gradually get farther away, and finally couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts and followed quietly.
Just as the figure was gone, only a little back left, his head fell down and rolled away!
A headless figure stood at the farthest end they could see... made people desperate to go crazy.
The ghost-eating god-eating king looked at all this coldly. Zen Master Kongming leaned on a nine-ring tin stick and fixed the air dozens of feet around him against the strong wind, carrying a wonderful fragrance and Zen singing. The bright true energy of Buddha's light enveloped this space, just like a fragile glass cover in the black tornado wind.
Hong Sihai raised his fist to attack the sky, and fought against the God of Si Chen, who was lying in the air with the cloak of divine weapons and rushed down the air with endless thunder and fire, and his iron fists shattered countless thunder and fire...
The Wudang Wanshi Taoist Master cut out the Songfeng Sword and fought with the Big Belly God...
The three great masters of the righteous path were actually suppressed by the power of heaven and earth caused by the twelve Yuanchen Ghost God Lord!
In the strong wind, the ghost is laughing wildly!
At this time, an umbrella appeared in the strong wind.
Who is setting off the world and holding an umbrella in the turbid wind?
The monk Kongming opened his eyes wide...
Qian Chen held the Tianluo umbrella, and his spirit light fell, blocking all the strong wind three feet away. He walked in the tornado like a wandering stroll. Countless ghosts came from all directions with the wind.
The Tianluo Umbrella turned lightly... The sharp umbrella surface cut off the ghost's throat that passed through the air.
The black blood spilled, causing countless ghosts to become more and more crazy...
Qian Chenchang laughed: "Brother Kang, borrow a sword!"
Kang Qiandeng pulled the Jinghong sword to his waist, and a sword light cut through the dim black wind and came to Qian Chen. Qian Chen suddenly caught the flying soft sword, holding an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other, dancing wildly in the wind...
The sword light bloomed in his hand, tearing the dim windy world, and countless ghosts screamed in the sword light.
The silver-white sword light jumped in the wind like a lightning bolt, light and with a mysterious rhythm... Every time it jumped, a wisp of blood would pierce from the wind, and the black blood stretched into silk beside Qian Chen, and countless dark silk threads rolled in the wind, with a trace of weird temperament.
Qian Chen walked a long distance and came to the Ghost-Eating God Lord.
At this time, the ghosts in the sky were already scared of being killed and were crazy! They were afraid, they screamed, and they cursed... But these just made the man holding an umbrella in the strong wind look as awe-inspiring as a fairy god.
The monk Kongming was already shocked and the monks were not reserved enough, and they opened their mouths without the image of the monk.
"Very good... I didn't expect that the group of wastes, Zhengdao, had a hidden hand. Such a young master, such a magical umbrella." The Ghost-Eating God raised his right hand with Feng Shenxiao and whispered: "You deserve my move...and I also deserve my name."
Qian Chen said calmly: "No need, if you survive, you will be qualified to know my name."
"But you guessed it right! In the twelve Yuanchen, there are indeed people who are making ghosts in the Netherworld."
Qian Chen threw out a head casually. The head rolled in the wind like other heads, rolling in the wind, dripping. When the head turned to the front, it was about to turn around and fly, and the God of Si Chen, who was attacking Qian Chen with the Ghost Eater, looked at each other. The latter let out a harsh scream... and then ran away without looking back!
He would rather face Hong Sihai and Kong Ming join forces than stay here.
"So it's the reckless man who fights!"
The Ghost-Eating God vented his breath with his nostrils and snorted coldly.
The god Fengxiao tore the wind apart, and countless air blades that were split in the wind came towards Qian Chen. The Tianluo Umbrella turned and dissipated them invisibly. The killing moves of these powerful warriors under countless masters were just a trick to test in front of the two.
The Ghost-Eating God-Eating King made a claw in his right hand, tearing up everything in front of him, countless chaotic, disorderly, and terrible pieces of wind blade that were torn apart...
The ghosts in the sky were roaring in horror.
Qian Chen raised a sword light...
Chapter completed!