The only response to the Hanged Man was to strike back with a sword, and the sharp edge of the sword almost cut off the Hanged Man's tongue.
"Well, you are named Meng. I negotiated terms with you in such a nice manner, but you are so ignorant of flattery. Then you can't blame me."
The hanged ghost touched his intact tongue with lingering fear, cursed angrily, threw out the noose again, and vowed to tear off Meng Zhen's neck.
Seeing this, another two-section ghost general suddenly separated his upper and lower bodies, and launched attacks from the front and back at the same time, trying to create an opportunity for the Hanged Ghost to attack and kill.
Erjie Gui was an unjust criminal who was cut in half during his lifetime. He was full of resentment and separated his two bodies, just like two mid-term ghost generals, which put great pressure on Meng Zhen.
However, just when the hanged man's noose was about to be put on Meng Zhen's neck, a green sword light shot out from a shop and hit the noose steadily.
More than twenty rays of light flew out from the shop, and the three leaders led by them had the first mid-stage and second early-stage energy cultivation.
"Deacon Meng, we arrived in time!"
The old man who was in the middle stage of energy recovery laughed loudly, waved his hand to recall the flying sword, and directly faced the hanged man.
"The Galaxy Sword Sect is not afraid of evil spirits like you."
"The Yaoguang Sword Sect is not afraid of death."
"The same goes for Xijian Pavilion."
Seeing the old man confronting the hanged ghost, the remaining two, a beautiful woman in yellow and a long-bearded monk, were not idle either. At the same time, they pulled out the long swords in their hands and fiercely attacked the two ghosts.
It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to injure ten of them. Since Chai Jiangcui's side is not at a disadvantage yet, it is undoubtedly the best choice to concentrate on defeating them one by one.
But facing the siege of the three sword cultivators, Er Jie Gui did not panic. With his strong resentment, he withstood the three combined attacks. A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on Er Jie Gui's dark face.
"I really don't understand. Is the morality in your righteous hearts really more important than your own life? Even though you know it's a trap, you still jump in one after another. I don't know whether I should say that you are brave? Or should I say that you are brave?
How about stupidity?"
Following the two ghost generals' sarcasm, a beautiful figure flew out from the crowd and slapped the long-bearded monk with a ghostly palm.
puff--
Caught off guard, the long-bearded monk had no time to dodge, and received such a solid slap on his chest.
Blood with fragments of internal organs spurted out from the mouth of the long-bearded monk like a fountain. Instantly, the long-bearded monk's face turned into gold paper and he fell heavily from mid-air.
"Fellow Taoist Yuan Qing!"
Meng Zhen knocked away two ghosts with one sword, turned around to catch Yuan Qing who was seriously injured and fell, took out a few healing pills from the storage bag, and barely managed to hang him alive.
When the remaining old man and the beautiful woman saw this, they quickly distanced themselves from their opponent and looked at the visitor in shock.
"Mi Ji?! Aren't you already dead?"
The visitor was a tall and beautiful woman wearing a black wide-sleeved skirt. Her appearance was very pure. If it weren't for the ghostly aura about her body, at first glance, one would have thought she was a rich girl with fine clothes and fine food.
Under such a pure appearance, there is a heart of snakes and scorpions hidden. Mi Ji, the wife of the red-eyed ghost commander, killed hundreds of monks and massacred five human villages. She is a Class B wanted criminal in Dayan Kingdom and the Four Sword-wielding Sects.
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A large part of the reason why the red-eyed ghost commander and the four sword-wielding sects had enmity was also because of Mi Ji. However, five years ago, when Mi Ji was out, she was caught and killed on the spot by Guangyu Zhenren of the Galaxy Sword Sect.
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It is precisely because of this that the red-eyed ghost commander hates the monks of the four sword-wielding sects. But now the ghost that should have died has appeared here, and his own cultivation has reached the peak of energy transformation!
"I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for several years, fellow Taoists would still remember me, Mi Ji. It really makes me feel honored!"
Mi Ji covered her mouth and chuckled. It was obviously a charming gesture, but there was overwhelming hatred in her eyes.
"Yes, I am dead, but thanks to my husband, I am alive again. I came out of the dark abyss of death, thinking about how to take revenge on you all the time, and I can finally relax a little today.
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While talking, the five ghost generals who fought with Chai Jiangcui had returned behind Mi Ji, and several human monks had also gathered together.
"This is the most ridiculous thing in the world! If you are really brave, why don't you dare to seek revenge from me, the Xinghe Sword Sect, Guangyu, the real person? What's the point of hiding here and being a rat in the gutter?"
The old man of the Galaxy Sword Sect sneered. He was not strong enough, but he had never been shy about talking.
Because he did not know how to control the air, Chai Jiangcui stood alone on the ground, silently looking at the mouth above him. At the same time, he held several spiritual stones in his sleeve with his left hand, racing against time to restore his spiritual power.
Originally, their side was at a disadvantage, but now that Mi Ji, a peak-level ghost general, was on the other side, their defeat was doomed.
With this thought in her mind, Chai Jiangcui patted the storage bag, and a colorful drop of blood essence appeared in her palm. This was the drop of essence blood containing the thunder bomb she had prepared when she left Chai Mansion.
With the improvement of her cultivation and spiritual awareness, Chai Jiangcui's control over the thunder technique of Yun Lei has improved to a higher level, and her essence and blood have been strengthened again. Whenever she is bored during the journey, she will use Yun Lei on the essence and blood.
Technique, the current thunder bomb is much more powerful than before.
"Oh, I originally wanted to keep the red-eyed ghost commander for a while, but now I don't want to use it anymore. I just don't know how many ghost generals can be replaced."
Touching the colorful essence and blood, Chai Jiangcui sighed slightly in his heart.
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After exchanging a few words with the three human monks in the air, Mi Ji found that she seemed to be unable to scold the old man of the Galaxy Sword Sect, and snorted with an ugly face,
"Old man Zhang, you are a dying man and you are still talking so fast. Later, I will definitely pull out all the tongues of your Galaxy Sword Sect monk to see if you are as flexible as you."
"Haha, no matter how flexible our Galaxy Sword Sect's tongues are, they are still harder than your Mi Ji's bones."
Being insulted again, Mi Ji, who had always been strong, finally couldn't bear it any longer. She was filled with ghostly aura and rushed towards Old Man Zhang.
"Give them all to me. Whoever kills the human sword cultivator first, I will give him the soul-clearing pill refined by my husband!"
The Soul Clearing Pill is refined from thousands of human souls. It has the powerful effect of purifying impurities in the soul and purifying ghost energy. It is a treasure coveted by all energy ghosts.
There must be a brave man under the heavy reward. Liu Sanniang and other eight ghost generals all had green eyes, and they tried their best to attack several people.
"Breaking the River with a Sword!" "Star Transformation"
"Yimu Chunsheng" "Qingyu Sword Technique? Breaking the Formation"
Four sword lights with different powers pierced the sky, forming a sharp sword wave.
"The mantis is blocking the car! Why don't you just surrender and capture him?"
Mi Ji laughed loudly and transformed into a huge ghostly skeleton. The sword wave was so insignificant in front of this vast ghostly skeleton.
The victory or defeat was clearly visible, but no one noticed that there seemed to be a trace of color in the sword wave.