"It's such a pity. It seems that today, I think there is no way to be kind..."

The middle-aged scribe sighed and shook his head, but did not see any movement from him.

Qin Long's eyes turned cold and he suddenly said: "Be careful, he has already taken action!"

Liang Xiao became alert, but saw a piece of floor in front of him suddenly burst into pieces, and a ghost hand exuding a ferocious aura emerged from the ground, like an eagle attacking, and slammed straight towards the door in front of him!

"It's a good time to come, try my Tianyang Demon Suppressing Skill!"

A trace of fire burned in Liang Xiao's pupils, and a pair of arms, starting from the elbows, were wrapped with silk threads made of golden mana, covering between the palms and fingers.

Bang!!

I saw Liang Xiao's cross arm slamming into the ghost hand, and the two sides were locked together. The nail of the ghost hand was only a hair away from his eyes, but it was difficult to move forward.

But then a ring of energy exploded, exposing the two people's magical realm.

"Haha, no matter how strong I am, the fourth level of Qi training is not enough to fight. How about calling your companions?"

The middle-aged scribe glanced at Qin Long secretly, and used negative words to criticize Liang Xiao. In fact, he was very afraid of being besieged.

His intuition told him that the gorgeous long sword on the woman's waist had a cold aura, and its spiritual energy fluctuations far exceeded those of ordinary magic weapons.

"Do you think I'm the kind of silly boy who cares about face in front of women?"

"But you are very lucky today. Your opponent is really only me. Don't worry, even though you have the sixth level of Qi training, you won't waste any more of my time."

Liang Xiao looked at the whetstone in front of him and felt quite amused. After the previous confrontation, he already had an expectation of the strength of both sides.

The middle-aged scribe is at the sixth level of qi training. Although he is two levels higher than Liang Xiao, he is still in the same realm, which is the middle stage of qi training.

Moreover, the skills practiced by the other party are very poor, and the strength of the magic power is only the lowest quality among cultivators. It is difficult to break through the later stages of Qi training.

Moreover, Liang Xiao himself has already converted to the true inheritance level of the Golden Crow Sun Refining Technique, and the quality of his magic power is actually superior to that of his opponents!

"What an arrogant boy!"

Although the middle-aged scribe achieved his goal, he felt angry when he saw the smile on Liang Xiao's face. He bent his knees slightly and jumped back violently, widening the distance between him and Liang Xiao.

But the ghost hand from before did not retreat but advanced, changing various claw techniques and palm techniques in the air, like a martial arts master, and attacked Liang Xiao, launching a violent storm of attacks!

Bang bang bang!!

Liang Xiao also comes from a family of martial arts, and has a good foundation. He uses attack to attack and fights back without giving up an inch. Occasionally he is hit, but he can quickly remove his strength.

A pair of Tianyang demon-suppressing hands, blessed by the magical power of the Golden Crow Sun Refining Art to Gangzhiyang, seem to have a wonderful increase in power.

After all, this is a technique inherited from Tianyang Mountain.

The ghost hand belongs to yin, and the Tianyang demon-suppressing hand seems to be able to restrain it. Every time they attack, the black energy permeating the ghost hand can be shaken away, and the balance of victory gradually tilts towards Liang Xiao.

"Ha!"

The middle-aged scribe did not panic when he saw this, but instead sneered.

He saw another ghost hand suddenly rush out from under his body and kill Liang Xiao ferociously towards the ground. The floor along the way was crushed to pieces by it.

At this time, Qin Long noticed that the middle-aged scribe's wide cuffs were empty, and the sleeves were blown away by the strong wind.

It turned out that those two dark ghost hands were actually transformed from his true body.

What a wicked spell!

"One ghost hand can make you powerless, but what if two hands together? Arrogant boy, you should learn to be more careful in the next life!"

The pair of ghost hands in the broad sleeves of the middle-aged scribe's broad robe are a magic spell called the Soul Cutting and Ghost Refining Technique. Only by cutting off one's own flesh and blood and fusing the ghosts and souls can one successfully practice it.

The cost is extremely high, and the power is also extremely high. Not only can the ghost hand move outside the body, but it can also be pointed by the arm, without any vital points, and is not afraid of the opponent's attack.

Often, middle-aged scribes only need to keep a distance from each other, and they can use a pair of ghost hands to play with their opponents.

In the list of magical weapons in the world of Yan Kingdom, his title of Ghost-Handed Scholar is ranked seventh, and he is even better than many casual cultivators of Yan Kingdom who wander around the world.

As the second ghost hand came to kill from the ground, the two ghost hands moved up and down, performing different styles of killing moves. However, because they were all controlled by one person, the coordination was perfect.

Tear!

Although Liang Xiao looked calm, he still felt a great deal of pressure. Facing the extremely strange attacks of a pair of ghost hands, he quickly lost his defense and was torn off a bloodstain on his shoulder by the ghost hands.

After a while, some black blood seeped out from the wound, and half of the body felt numb.

The middle-aged scribe looked happy. Usually, if someone falls for this trick, even a cultivator would not be able to get away with it.

However, soon, as Liang Xiao transferred the magic power of the Golden Crow Sun Refining Technique to his shoulders, just like melting ice and snow, all the poisonous blood was quickly burned out, and even the bleeding stopped.

Tianyang Mountain is a sect of immortality, and it is estimated that it often deals with demonic methods. Perhaps this is called a professional counterpart, and the resistance to poisoning due to the nature of its magic power is extremely high.

"I say, you crooked people are always resorting to such despicable methods as poisoning, but they are all useless in the face of real power!"

Liang Xiao moved his shoulders, as if he had forgotten that he was also a demonic person, using the skills of Tianyang Mountain, and the understatement in his tone made him full of ridicule.

"You deserve to die!"

The middle-aged scribe's face was grim, and his whole body was shaking with magic power. With a "crash" sound, a rusty and black soft sword from his waist suddenly shot out, and was caught firmly by a ghost hand.

Then the soft sword was like a venomous snake spitting out a message, killing Liang Xiao's vitals at an extremely fast speed.

"Liang Xiao, be careful, he is starting to fight with all his strength. This sword is a magical weapon!"

Qin Long resisted the urge to draw his sword, but still couldn't help but remind him.

"Death by my black blood sword!"

The middle-aged scribe smiled sinisterly, but saw that at the critical moment, his opponent suddenly turned his back, and something vaguely appeared in his hand.

Before I could see clearly, I saw that he had turned around, holding a fiery red orb in his hand. In the orb, a trace of golden fire was swimming as if it had spirituality.

I saw Liang Xiao's cheeks bulging, and he suddenly blew on the orb in his hand.

Boom!!!

A roaring golden flame dragon rushed out from the orb, and swallowed up the soft sword and the two black ghost hands with just one mouthful. Then a high-temperature gust of wind broke out, sweeping dozens of feet around!<

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Pfft!

The middle-aged scribe's face suddenly turned pale, then his throat felt sweet, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his whole breath became sluggish.
Chapter completed!