Chapter 67 Wild horses, dust, and living things blow with each other
I thought that under the hijab was a beautiful girl whom I longed for, but when I opened it, I saw that not only was it not a goddess, but it was not even a woman. The huge contrast made the Ghost King confused for a moment, and his reaction naturally slowed down. At this moment, Wei Yuan
The sword had already chopped off his head.
A very thin and sharp wind entangled the blade of the sword, making a clear howl.
The Ghost King only had time to retreat subconsciously, avoiding the neck, when the Eight-sided Han Sword slashed hard at his face. Wei Yuan exhaled, and whirled around with the sword to strike. The edge of the Eight-sided Han Sword pulled at the monster's ferocious face,
It was actually cut horizontally, splitting the face into two halves from the top and bottom of the nose.
Wei Yuan landed on the ground and stepped back to distance himself.
"Ahhhhh!! My face, my face!"
The severe pain brought the Ghost King back to reality, he covered his face and let out a shrill wail.
His face was already demonized. At this moment, Wei Yuan directly opened a horizontal wound, and it looked even more ferocious and terrifying. The Ghost King was already resentful and dissatisfied with his current face because the goddess's appearance had not changed, and now he was even more...
Ugly and inhuman, almost mad with rage.
But another, more intolerable resentment fermented in his heart.
Panting violently, the Ghost King covered his face and stared at Wei Yuan with red eyes:
"You come out of her house..."
"No wonder, no wonder she has refused to agree to me at all in the past hundred years."
Wei Yuan held his sword and said: "It's just an uneven road. The goddess and I have known each other for only a few days."
He smiled again and asked:
"Your wine is very good. I wonder if I would like this gift in return?"
As if a fuse had been detonated, the Ghost King's whole body rushed towards Wei Yuan extremely quickly, and a low and crazy roar came from his throat:
"You are lying!!!"
Wei Yuan took a step back, holding the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand in front of him. The Ghost King's fists and kicks hit him hard. Wei Yuan had already stepped back to avoid it, and stood on one side with a spinning step. The broad blade of the sword was pressed against the Ghost King's fist.
One press and one stick, and the force will be released according to the trend.
He has long been proficient in this sword style, and he was able to kill demons and ghosts very smoothly before, but now it is extremely difficult to unload the force. Thinking about it carefully, it is almost like holding a small shovel and trying to level an entire mountain.
The technique of using four ounces to move a thousand catties has its limits. It is either impossible or impossible.
As a last resort, he directed this force in the opposite direction and retreated to avoid the sharp edge.
He stepped forward and forcefully released his strength.
The ground under Wei Yuan's right foot was trampled to pieces.
The sword in his hand was full of sword energy, and it stabbed towards the ghost king's neck.
The Ghost King refused to evade and retreated, allowing the Eight-faced Han Sword to slash down. Even if the sword could not get close to the skin, black flames rose up, but it was not fire, but water. It was the evil spirit in the water of Luojiang River.
The anti-gong evil that has been accumulated for hundreds of years.
But the long sword and the body are filled with the sound of gold and iron.
A cold and forbidding aura was transmitted along the blade of the sword to Wei Yuan's palm, making most of his body almost numb.
Wei Yuan retreated suddenly, only to see that the hideous cracks on the ghost king's face that he had just cut were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. He paused in his heart, thinking of what the goddess said, that the evil spirit of the earth is connected with the body of the ghost realm.
, the evil spirit of the river is endless, and the ghosts are born and destroyed.
The ghost king lowered his body and stretched out his hand to take out a huge slicing sword. The Jin inherited the lingering charm of the Han Dynasty, the style of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and there were many knights. Even the young boys in the countryside practiced martial arts. His voice was low and ferocious:
"The hatred for killing your father and the hatred for taking away your wife are irreconcilable."
Wei Yuan shook his head and said: "The Heavenly Lady and I just met for the first time."
He raised the sword in his hand and said:
"However, the demon cannibals must be killed without mercy!"
The ghost king's eyes were red, and he was still shouting "you lie" in mad rage. He was holding a sword and wrapped in evil aura. He had no plan and just relied on his brute force to charge towards Wei Yuan. The gun and bullet could not reach his body, and he was already covered in evil aura.
Dissolving, Wei Yuan's energy sank, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand roared.
Long green feathers appear on the Crouching Tiger waist card, and the remaining demonic power of the great demon of the Qin and Han Dynasties, the brocade-feathered bird, emerges.
On the sword body, green and green winds crisscross.
Swords clash!
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On top of the ghost banquet, it was still a happy time, with all the ghosts feasting.
Among the ghosts, a Taoist wearing a black robe sat alone, looking coldly at the many demons and ghosts.
Although his aura smelled like a stranger, he was the honored guest that the Ghost King said. The ghosts did not dare to approach him, which resulted in a large area of empty space around him. He didn't care at all. There were all kinds of food and wine on the table, but he just held the wine glass.
I drank slowly, but the food was not touched with a chopstick.
I was still thinking about the different behavior of the goddess from the past.
After all, I have a Taoist practice, and I still refuse to let go when faced with such a whim.
After drinking a glass of wine and putting the glass down, the Taoist took out a special and unusual talisman from his sleeve. It had fine lines on it. The Yunlu writing that constituted their lineage was the talisman he got from his master to avoid disasters.
Tribulation curse, used to protect oneself.
Only then did he calm down and drink slowly, squinting at the ghosts and demons from the corner of his eyes with disdain.
While he was drinking, the Taoist faintly heard a strange and familiar voice. His right hand holding the wine paused for a moment, and he subconsciously listened to it, distinguishing it carefully. The sound gradually got closer and became clearer, and the tips of the Taoist's hair were hanging.
The wine flags and the large strings of lanterns were all slowly swaying.
He finally recognized what the sound was.
It's the wind!
The howling wind swept in like galloping horses in the next moment, sweeping across the mountain. Suddenly, the voices of the demons and ghosts stopped abruptly, as if all the voices were swept away by the storm, and the lanterns went out with a crash, boundless
In the silence, a figure rushed towards me as if riding a strong wind.
A demon ghost was about to speak, but all he saw was a cold light flashing before his eyes, and he was dead.
Wei Yuan fell to the ground and took a few steps back before he stopped his strength. Qi and blood surged in his chest.
The eight-sided Han sword in his hand was still clanking and roaring.
What a strong evil spirit!
Seeing that the ghost king holding Jiang Sha was covered with sword marks, but still roaring and running towards him, Wei Yuan knew that the opponent still had the evil spirit to protect him, and the wounds caused by the cuts would heal quickly, so he did not fight head-on.
Fighting, his footsteps changed, and he quickly ran into the group of demons and ghosts. The next moment, the ghost king was roaring and running towards him.
The speed is unstoppable and slowed down.
Wei Yuan rode the strong wind again at extremely high speed, just like a clear shadow blending into the group of monsters.
Even the ghosts further back did not notice this scene.
A very drunk demon ghost saw the ghost king Daqi, and together with the old godly woman, he stopped the ghost king to please him and asked with a smile:
"Master has come out so soon? Why don't you stay with Madam for a little longer."
"A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"Haha, I think my wife is so beautiful. If you don't come out, I won't be able to come out again tonight."
It was originally a wisecrack made by his trusted subordinates to apologize politely, but it was like a vat of old oil poured on the heart of the fire. It stirred up the jealousy in the ghost king's heart. His eyes turned red and his anger surged. No matter whether it was his subordinate or not, he raised his sword in his hand.
He started to slash across, cutting down all the people standing in front of him.
In an instant, those monsters were chopped into pieces.
Amidst the panicked screams, the ghosts dispersed, and the ghost king roared and went straight towards the captain to kill him.
The ghosts along the road were dodging one after another, but there was always the unlucky one who was too slow and was bumped into by the ghost king. He was either cut in two with the sword or burned to ashes by the evil spirit. In this posture, these ghosts are not stupid.
I saw something strange in the reaction of the Ghost King. He muttered again and looked at the Lord of the Ghost Domain. In addition to fear, there was also a hint of pity in his eyes.
I didn't think so before.
Today's white and blue lanterns really fit the occasion.
Wei Yuan kept trying to lure the ghost king in the direction of the demons and ghosts, walking in circles on the mountain, at least to buy enough time for the goddess to recover and for the outside world to dig out the river channel. Jin Yuniao's demon power has been used to its limit, but Jiang
It's really too bad.
Every time the swords struck each other, even though Wei Yuan's swordsmanship skills were far superior to his opponent's, the evil energy flowed into his body along the sword body, still making the pain in his chest and abdomen stronger and stronger, and there was already a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth.
Another sword drew the sword away, blood oozed from the corner of Wei Yuan's mouth, and he laughed in his heart as if he was enjoying the pain.
The buff of evil spirit is stacked too hard. It adds attack and defense, and the blood regenerates quickly.
The black-clothed Taoist saw Wei Yuan with a look of surprise in his eyes. He also saw that the Ghost King seemed to be unable to catch up with him for a while. He thought for a while, picked up a bowl of water, placed a stick of incense in the water, and picked up another
I made a talisman and planned to use this water bowl as an altar to cast a spell.
The strong wind was blowing, covering almost the entire mountainside, and the Taoist's actions could not be concealed from Wei Yuan.
He had already suffered from the evil sorcerer's magic altar spell before, how could Wei Yuan let the other party succeed.
The Eight-faced Han Sword in his right hand used the wind to force away the slashed sword. He drew out the firearm in his left hand and fired three shots at the Taoist. The Taoist priest was mumbling something in his mouth, but before he could react, there was a click, and the water bowl in his hand
It was already broken all over the ground.
The other two shots were blocked, at the cost of having the two treasures on his body burned to ashes.
The Taoist stumbled back.
The palm of the hand has been cut by cracked porcelain pieces and is dripping with blood.
Taoist priests are Taoist priests who practice Taoism, but they are still mortal bodies.
He hurriedly found a hemostatic talisman and melted it in the water to stop the bleeding. He was about to get another talisman when he saw that the disaster-avoiding talisman spontaneously ignited without wind and burned out at a speed visible to the naked eye. The expression on the Taoist's face changed, and a flash of light appeared in his eyes.
A look of horror.
Killing?!
At this moment, a cloud of fresh air overflowed from the mountain.
Above the entire ghost realm, the sky was suddenly broken.
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The pure energy of heaven and earth appears in this ghost realm, which naturally causes the ghost realm to begin to collapse.
The Ghost King's complexion changed. The strong sense of oppression and the feeling of being on the verge of death finally allowed his brain to regain some of its rationality. He looked up at the mountain and knew that he had to stop the goddess on the mountain. He held a sword and was about to rush over.
At this moment, the evil energy around him suddenly weakened, and he felt weak, even his steps paused slightly, and a light flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes.
On the waist card, the long feathers of a golden-feathered bird shine brightly.
The strong wind rose violently, forming a blue-feathered bird visible to the naked eye, the size of a house, next to Wei Yuan. Then it turned into strong wind and demonic power, pouring into his body. Wei Yuan's black pupils glowed with a strange cyan color,
He heard the resentment and unwillingness in Jin Yuniao's heart, which gave him a splitting headache.
At the same time, his strength also increased significantly. He stepped forward suddenly, his right foot wrapped in the strong wind and stepped hard on the ghost king's chest, stopping his movements. At the same time, the two winds collided, creating an upswirl airflow. Wei Yuan jumped up suddenly.
He climbed over the Ghost King's head in the air, holding the Eight-sided Han Sword in both hands.
Then, go all out and slash hard!
The sword blade slashed diagonally from the demon ghost's left shoulder to the waist and abdomen, causing a wound that was enough to show the bones.
On the left and right of this ferocious sword mark, there is a slightly smaller but deeper wound.
Just like the brocade-feathered bird of the Qin and Han Dynasties, it came back to life and showed its true form to the ghost king who came and gave it a hard blow.
Even the Ghost King could not bear this kind of injury, which was almost like cutting through the waist. He let out a painful howl in his throat, turned around and struck with one arm, and his arm was hit hard like an iron whip. Wei Yuan could only stop the Eight-sided Han Sword in time.
In front of him, he was knocked out hard and hit a wooden house, turning the house into a ruin with a crash.
The evil spirit invaded the body, the Jinyu bird demon power rioted, and feathers almost sprouted from the center of Wei Yuan's eyebrows.
The Crouching Tiger Waist Card roared low, and the demon power was withdrawn, which stopped Wei Yuan from turning into a half-demon.
But he still couldn't help but cough up blood and his face turned pale.
This time I went all out.
The ghost king wounded him, but also exposed his back to the goddess on the mountain.
Wei Yuan struggled to sit up and leaned back among the ruins. He felt the feeling of the evil Taoist before, and felt the breath of the wind, but it was stronger. He raised his head and saw that the sky in the ghost realm seemed to be lowered, as if there was something invisible.
The terrifying thing roared and roared in the sky, making his ears almost tinnitus.
call--
Airflow begins to flow.
Wild horses, dust, and living things blow each other with their breath.
Just like children stirring the water in the basin with their arms, as if an invisible hand stirred the sky, Wei Yuan's hair swayed slightly, and he felt that his breathing was a little difficult.
"This is……"
Then——
A shocking and violent roar.
Thunder God bangs the thundering drum!
The boundless high-speed storm enveloped the entire mountain peak.
A huge storm whirlwind that even exceeded the size of this mountain range seemed to fall from the sky. It was wide at the top and pointed at the bottom. It was like a huge iron cone, piercing down towards this ghost land. The boundless wind and the vast torrent were all...
Avoiding the injured captain, like a pure white wave, it flew past Wei Yuan who was sitting on the ground.
Travel eighty thousand miles a day while sitting on the ground!
The magnificent scenery makes you lose your mind.
Like the ninth heaven.
PS: Today’s first update is a little late, but the word count is enough ~ 3,800 words.