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Chapter 1780 Sword Lady

Old Man Li's voice was not loud.

But it clearly reached the ears of the matchmaker, the white-faced ghost, and millions of spectators in Jinxing.

The world is dead again.

The white-faced ghost who had originally turned his attention to the matchmaker couldn't help but turn his head and look.

At this moment, the center of the world returned to the carriage.

In other words, back to the faint voice coming from the carriage:

"Everyone will be scolded throughout his life."

This sentence from Mr. Sick is full of philosophy.

Old Man Li did not have such a profound knowledge and self-cultivation, and said bluntly: "But it is just a ghost, a mere little ghost. It dares to humiliate people. This is too presumptuous!"

The white-faced ghost was startled, am I a kid?

Matchmaker Tan's mouth opened slightly, and she slashed Uncle Jin and Fu Lao's ghosts with her sword... Merely?

Jinxing's millions of viewers were in an uproar, but just as the comment section was about to get busy, the young master in the carriage said a word that made the world quiet again:

"Old Man Li, do you want to deprive a ghost of its right to speak?"

The young master is like standing on top of the clouds.

He even spoke in such a condescending tone.

It is as if he was born to control the life and death of all living and dead things in this place.

The white-faced ghost held the sword, his face twitching from the exertion, but he couldn't help but want to hear:

It wants to hear how the carriage master and servant continue to guide the country from behind;

I still want to hear that there are really such unexpected and ridiculous things in this world!

Old Man Li was too far away to see the invisible anger of the white-faced ghost, so he said angrily:

"From the Holy Emperor and the Ancestor God to the ordinary people, only the young master has always scolded others and others have been trained obediently. How can a kid be like this and act so unbridled?"

"Young Master can endure this because your heart is as big as the sea. He is a role model for our generation and no one in the world can surpass him."

"Old Man Li can't bear it, because I am a villain, Old Man Li, and I cannot allow outsiders to say anything bad about the young master!"

This, this, this...

As soon as this statement came out, millions of people in Jinxing dropped their teeth in shock.

So licking!

If my parents weren't so stingy, I would have been able to work as a carriage driver for the Master of Taixu!

Everyone has heard the praise, and everyone has photographed the rainbow fart.

But in front of a real person, who in reality can really say such shameless nonsense with his eyes open?

Who can have the determination to accept such compliments with peace of mind, which no longer sound like praise, but more like irony?

The master and servant of the carriage once again refreshed the understanding of the world and ghosts - the sick young man in the carriage can accept such excessive flattery!

He was so calm that Old Man Li responded calmly as if he was stating a fact:

"Although what you said, Lao Li, is quite reasonable, I just said that I can't help you."

"You said you wouldn't save her, and now you go back to kill ghosts. Not only did you dirty your hands, but you also saved the girl's life in a roundabout way. This is a broken promise."

"People without faith don't know what they can do."

What?

The matchmaker stumbled upon hearing this.

How did this fallacy come to be? Is there any step that was omitted in the middle? Are the causes and consequences consistent?

She thought she was dreaming.

Yes!

Only in dreams could it happen that Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu were instantly killed by the white-faced ghost with a few swords.

Only the most outrageous dream could create such a ridiculous pair of carriage master and servant - whether to take action or not, and "letter" is involved?

"Chichi."

The white-faced ghost also had two streaks of frost coming out of his nose.

His eyes had turned from green to red, the sword in his hand was trembling wildly, and there was only one crazy thought left in his mind:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

But the heart is filled with the intention to kill, and its body is like a coffin, and it is difficult to lift it up.

Old Man Li turned around on the carriage and clasped his fists respectfully:

"The Lord is worried about the humiliation of his ministers, and the Lord humiliates his ministers to death. This brat is uttering arrogant words. Death will not be enough to wash away the shame."

A chuckle came from inside the carriage: "Then go kill it."

"Uh." Old Man Li choked and felt a little embarrassed, "Young master, please stop joking. You also know that, Old Li, I only know how to drive a car and don't have much combat power. Please take action..."

The millions of spectators in Jinxing were completely bewildered by the master and servant who rebelled against Tiangang.

No, this old man Li is the guard.

It is said that "the Lord is concerned about the humiliation of his subjects, and the Lord is concerned about the humiliation of his subjects." At this time, shouldn't it be the guards who take action and kill the insulting ghost?

How come when they get here, Old Man Li can only say that he has to leave the business to the young master in the Xianggui Carriage?

"They are so chaotic and crazy, which kind of attracts me."

"Well, brother, the taste is unique. The last one was as crazy as them... only Master Shou really picked the good fruit to eat, right?"

"Hey, when you put it like that, he really looks like a master. Could it be that they are acting, playing some kind of stimulating general... stimulating ghost method?"

"Then look at it this way, there is a third party in this master and servant, or this carriage, at least an expert?"

"Leaving aside the question of whether you are a good person or not, why doesn't the white-faced ghost take action? Is this ghost so tolerable? I can't bear it anymore!"

The white-faced ghost cannot be tolerated.

It was really just that when the carriage master and servant spoke, it couldn't move even if it wanted to, as if it was blinded by anger.

These two are so angry!

After a lifetime of death, the white-faced ghost has never seen such an outrageous thing. It’s been a long time since he died!

At a certain moment, when Old Man Li finished speaking, the white-faced ghost felt that the feeling of restraint from being pressed against the bed disappeared.

It can move!

The water that broke the embankment surged like a tidal wave.

This is how the white-faced ghost is filled with anger at this moment.

It could no longer suppress its original urge to "escape", turned around and faced the carriage, shouting angrily:

"You ants are talking nonsense. If your souls and souls weren't really dirty and smelly, do you really think you can escape from our sword today?"

"If you don't take the road to heaven, you will have no choice but to go to hell..."

As the white-faced ghost spoke, he raised his sword and moved forward. His thin and tall body carried a strong sense of oppression, and he was about to reach the carriage in a few steps.

Suddenly, his body and mind went cold, and the white-faced ghost suddenly stopped.

It didn't know what it felt like, but the last time this "intuition" appeared, it decided to let these two people go...

This master and servant are so arrogant, maybe because they are really powerful?

With his thoughts at this point, the white-faced ghost decided to give himself another step:

"Who are you?"

As soon as this statement came out, millions of people in Jinxing were shocked.

This guy is so cowardly!

What did it have a premonition about? After killing Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu with the sword, when faced with that weak old man, the sick young master, it actually refused to kill him and wanted to ask his name.

——If it was really such a polite ghost, I should have asked earlier!

The white-faced ghost thought he had been kicked off the ladder, but the old man Li on the opposite side did not act according to common sense, but scolded him louder:

"presumptuous!"

"My young master has inherited the destiny of heaven and helped the world. His fortune is endless and his merits are immeasurable. You evil ghost, you don't know that?"

Old Man Li was so angry that he pointed at the ghost with a red face and said, "It's not enough to cut off your tongue and ears!"

The last ray of consciousness of the white-faced ghost was completely defeated.

The most annoying thing for it is to be pointed at by someone, let alone such a sick old man.

"In that case..."

The long sword turned over, and the light was cold and cold.

The white-faced ghost grinned and laughed ferociously: "Then go to hell!"

Keng——

The sword is drawn out.

The matchmaker woke up and didn't care so much, and hurriedly pointed the golden beads at the front of the battlefield.

But when the white-faced ghost slashed with his sword, the faint green sword light pierced the space and tore towards the cinnamon carriage from afar.

"laugh……"

Something unexpected happened.

No one even took action, and the sword light dissipated automatically like clouds of smoke halfway through.

"What?"

The matchmaker is half shocked and half happy.

What surprised her was that although she couldn't understand who had made the move, she glanced at Jin Xing's comments and found no one there.

You know, there seems to be a semi-saint among the spectators in front of the Golden Apricot Painting?

Hi, it's even simpler.

There is really an expert on this carriage, or an expert that even a semi-saint can't understand!

People outside the battlefield were confused, and the white-faced ghost in the middle of the battle was even more shocked.

It also didn't understand what just happened.

After the sword light approached the carriage, it was like a small river flowing into the sea... tearing apart? It just merged.

"Not that..."

The white-faced ghost felt something was wrong and wanted to use the sword again, but found that he couldn't move again.

Because the old man Li in front of the carriage spoke again:

"Sir, Old Man Li understands!"

The old guy's face turned red, as if he realized his huge mistake, and slapped himself hard, "You're just a brat, how can you let the young master take action? These are too dirty hands."

"Ha." A sneer came from inside the carriage.

Old Man Li wiped his sweat with a flattering look on his face.

Millions of people in Jinxing were looking forward to it, and then they saw the old man bending down respectfully and said:

"If you don't want to take action, you can send Sword Lady to take action."



Swordswoman?

Even the matchmaker's appetite was whetted.

How strong is this so-called "Sword Girl", who can silently neutralize the fatal blow of the White-faced Ghost?

How much confidence does he have in the "Sword Lady" to make this weak old man and sick young man talk and laugh happily in front of the white-faced ghost without paying any attention to him?

The matchmaker enlarged the golden apricot scene and brought in the entire cinnamon carriage, for fear of missing even a single detail.

The Jinxing comment section was even more excited:

"Sword Princess?"

"Sounds like a woman?"

"It can't be an ancient sword cultivator, right? Or a mature female ancient sword cultivator? God, I like this the best..."

The white-faced ghost's Adam's apple rolled, its face turned pale, and it could move.

At this time, it realized that it was broken.

"Not only do you fall into the trap, but you also have masters!"

But the back is hairy, who dares to choose to fight with his back when the enemy is in front of him? Isn't this inappropriate?

"Sword Lady..."

He held his sword tightly and waited solemnly.

But after seeing the cinnamon carriage shaking for a while, the carriage curtain seemed to be pushed open by something from below.

The matchmaker hurriedly held the golden apricot and focused on the details.

"It's a sword!"

"What kind of sword is this? Is it a spiritual sword?"

"No, it seems to be just an ordinary stone sword... Oh my god! She is planning to use the stone sword to hit the white-faced ghost. How strong is this swordswoman?"

Jin Xing once again stirred up controversy.

Just the tip of the stone sword poked out, slightly raising the curtain of the carriage.

Everyone seems to have seen the stunning scene of the stunning beauty in cheongsam behind the curtain, stroking her breasts and stretching her legs, stepping out and slaying the white-faced ghost with a sword.

This is the Sword Lady!

The matchmaker was stunned. At this time, the number of spectators had exceeded 1.3 million from one million, and the number was still increasing.

She has been preaching for so long, but she has not had this enthusiasm.

If it goes up again, might it be possible to reach the level of the Drunken Emperor?

"Please Sword Lady——"

But after hearing Old Man Li's shrill scream, the curtain of the carriage was completely opened, revealing a dark shadow.

The white-faced ghost's pupils trembled.

The matchmaker is also beautiful and round.

The Jinxing comment area was more like a pause button being pressed. For a moment, it was so shocking that no one could comment.

Sword Queen Sword Queen...

But seeing Ji's body, I also heard Ji's cry:

"Giggle--"



"Grass!"

"Sword Lady? Sword Chicken!"

"So what Old Man Li has been talking about is this 'chicken'?"

"No, is this some kind of pre-death drama? The owner and servant of this carriage are too crazy. They really don't care about life and death and plan to use this chicken to deal with the white-faced ghost?"

"I'm numb!"

Half the screen of comments flashed before the matchmaker's eyes.

This even affected her vision.

But there is one thing that cannot be affected, and that is "mood" - a mood that is broken into dregs!

The person in the cinnamon carriage who opened the curtain was never the cold-eyed beauty in fantasy, let alone a master or a master.

Not even a person, not a hand.

It was just a chicken, a big black hen with a simple broken stone sword in its mouth.

"Strike an egg against a stone..."

The matchmaker didn't know what this was before, and she thought no one in the world would do it like this.

Now she felt that she had seen something even more ridiculous than "beating an egg against a stone", hitting a devil with a chicken.

The matchmaker was desperate, with a look of despair on her face: "What on earth am I expecting..."

That chicken is not like that!

The black-bone chicken holds a sword in its pointed beak, its eyes are slightly closed, half showing the cold light, half showing its sharp edge, it clearly has the smell of "there are all ants in the world, but I, the black-bone chicken, is the king".

It glared at the white-faced ghost, and for a moment the spectators were dazzled, as if they saw the black-bone cock's beak, slightly tilted upward?

In an instant, Jinxing’s comments exploded:

"Oh my God! It's just a chicken, why can it be so dismissive?"

"Please give me a little confidence."

"Sick young man, weak old man, chicken holding a sword, I'm convinced...what are these things? I'm begging you, the white-faced ghost. I've never begged anyone in my life. Just chop them all down. Matchmaker, please."

Gifted."

"..."

The moment the sword-bearing chicken appeared on the stage, the number of people watching the Jinxing screen completely exceeded 1.5 million.

Soon one hundred six, one hundred seven...

I think it won't be long before I can break the two million mark.

The matchmaker was not happy at all because she was going to die.

The white-faced ghost was actually not happy because he was different from the nearly two million spectators who were making fun of this scene through the screen.

It actually felt pressure from a chicken?

"There's something wrong with me?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped down the white-faced ghost's forehead.

It was almost frightened from a dead ghost to a living person, and just when it was about to raise its hand to wipe away the drop of sweat...

"Giggle--"

On top of the cinnamon carriage, a rooster with a sword crowed, and the afterimage of the flowers disappeared.

"What?!"

The white-faced ghost drew his sword and retreated, screaming in terror.

The sword-bearing chicken really rushed over!

It stepped on the void with its chicken claws, and suddenly hit the face with the sword "Time and Space Jump", and then held the sword horizontally, slashing and slashing, stabbing, blocking and shaking...

"Three thousand kendos?"

The white-faced ghost blocks, blocks, blocks, or can only block.

After being bullied, the chicken was no longer human. His fighting style was extremely fierce and perfect.

Every move and every move is like the evolution of rules, completely natural.

Every step changes, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.

Apart from the carrier of "chicken", the sword with the sword in the chicken's head is as perfect as the sword god evolving the way of swordsmanship!

"Clang clang clang- clang clang clang--"

Seventy-one swords were struck in an instant, and the sound of striking iron could be heard all the time.

The more the white-faced ghost takes the sword, the more frightened he becomes; the more frightened the white-faced ghost becomes, the softer the sword becomes.

Originally, it could still withstand this intensity, and it wouldn't be a problem to receive hundreds of moves from it, as long as it wasn't distracted...

It’s impossible not to be distracted!

The chicken holding the sword held the sword in its mouth, and while cutting the sword, it naturally shook its head. The chicken's head twisted around, and its butt occasionally smoked its eyes...

Who can withstand it?

Even the devil can't stand it!

For a moment, the white-faced ghost thought that he was possessed by an illusory sword art. There could be no such outrageous art in the world...

It hesitates.

The speed of catching the sword is slow.

During the seventy-second sword attack, half of his head was cut off with a single blow, and even one of his eyes was missing.

The chicken holding the sword stopped its offensive, holding the sword in its mouth, with its eyes slightly clenched, its wings closed, its claws slowly staggered, and it strolled sideways.

The white-faced ghost covered half of his face, weeping blood and tears, his vision was blurred, his mind was dim, and everything felt like a dream.

"No……"

It wiped blood on its hands.

It felt like a piece of its spiritual body had been chipped off.

When it realized this, it finally couldn't control it and shouted out the words it liked to hear most from human beings since it had been raging in the world of ghosts and Buddhas for several days:

"No! This is impossible!" ()


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