Chapter 284 Ghost Weapon
The silver sword, which has always been invincible, penetrated Yougui Lang's body directly, but like light penetrating through fog, it brought up a puff of black breath and nailed it deeply into the wall. , not even the foundation of his body was damaged at all.
This sword is actually ineffective against such ghostly things!
Although Balian was surprised, he did not lose his composure.
Everything in the world is inherently interdependent, so naturally there is no absolutely invincible weapon.
It would be a bit ridiculous to pin all the success or failure of the battle on an unknown small sword.
A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Yuguilang's mouth: "Are you tickling me? Little kid." The killing moves under his palm did not stop. Under his palm, whether it was one person or two people, , it doesn’t mean much.
The green dust blown up by the wind suddenly solidified into a still picture on the ground, and then spread out in panic in an instant.
The sound of breaking through the sky is loud!
Looking at the palm movements wrapped in the dark aura, Master Gui Jian, who had seemed calm and composed just now, could not help but look a little more solemn and a little afraid, and could not help but steady the Baili Immortal in his arms. I want to temporarily withdraw from the battle.
It wasn't that he was afraid and refused to fight, but in Ying Xiu's eyes, Fang Geyu's sword just now was stunning.
But he could easily fight back with a light feather. Even if Yuukilang stood still and took the sword, it might not be able to cause any substantial damage to him.
As for Balian, he is so weak that people can't help but feel pity and shake their heads.
I really don’t know how these two juniors from the Kaiyuan Realm sneaked into the inner city. They are really not afraid of tigers, and they dare to invade Yougui Lang’s territory.
The presence of this pair of boys and girls will only hinder his future battle. Yuguilang is not a trivial matter, and he has heavy responsibilities, so naturally he will not mess up for two unrelated people. Planning and propriety.
Although it is cruel, this is the reality and status quo of the world today.
However, what made him feel a little surprised was that the young man who came from nowhere did not show the slightest hint of timidity when facing the notorious Yougui Lang, and his light sword failed. He actually still stood in front of the girl, he was really good-natured.
What a shame.
Before Ying Xiu even had time to sigh, it was as if the palm of the god of death had already struck Bailian head-on.
This young man will die before his palm falls!
Balian had neither a sharp blade nor a giant shield. Facing this heartbreaking attack, he was like an ant under the giant's feet.
Baili Xianxian was seriously injured and could no longer speak. He could only show a sad expression and look at Fang Geyu who was stunned behind the young man.
The next moment, the two people who should have died did not.
Green dust splashed everywhere, but Balian's empty hands made a defensive gesture. A ray of light shone out from the green water between his thumbs, just like the green leaves in the lotus pond at night. Fireflies flying out from time to time.
A huge and ancient... coffin board.
Appeared in front of him.
Slender and stable fingers supported the other side of the coffin board. The coffin, which accompanied him in his sleep and protected him from the wind and rain for thousands of years, appeared in front of him again, killing him for him. of wind and rain.
Yougui Lang's angry palm strike, carrying endless sinister force, hit the coffin of the sacred beast Suzaku painted with golden oil paint as hard as a mountain collapse.
An unimaginable change happened. The sound of flesh being torn and bones being broken did not sound, nor was it any violent sound.
The furious palm slapped it down, as if it were slapped on the huge sea surface, and there was a deep roar, and it soon returned to the deathly tranquility.
The palms of his hands were pressed against the cold coffin, like ice floating up against the Nine Netherworld.
Even though he has died long ago, the ghost who has been with the cold for three thousand years can't help but tremble from the cold.
The thick black energy lingering in the palms also disappeared quickly as if falling into a dark sea.
Ying Xiu looked stunned, his eyes fell on the Suzaku mark on the coffin, and his eyes suddenly narrowed deeply, as if he was confused and confused.
Yugui Lang's expression suddenly changed, and he did not expect that two little guys would be welcomed today, and the weapons they took out would be weirder than the other.
Is it true that a big exam is coming soon, have all the daughters and young masters from all the immortal sect forces been attracted here?
Yougui Lang laughed ferociously, and he also loved to torture and kill these noble immortal disciples.
There was murderous intent in his eyes, and his right hand was pressed against the coffin surface without any force being applied to it. Although the palm he just struck was made with anger, he only used a little strength to deal with two juniors after all.
As a sharp roar burst out from his long scarlet lips, the back of his right hand sprouted ferocious veins, and the dark nails grew to a foot long, above the coffin surface. Five pale and sharp claw marks were made.
His left hand turned into a sword finger and came out through his sleeve. As his body tilted, the yellow-skinned snare drum suspended by his side turned into a shadow and merged into another snare drum on his waist.
The two drums merged together, and the drum surface, which was as thin as a cicada's wing and had a yellow skin, was stained by blood, turning into a thick layer of terrifying color like black blood.
The sword finger lightly touched the heavy drum surface.
This time, he did not leave any room to spare.
The power hidden in the ghost weapon for more than a hundred years burst out in an instant, forming a double-sided drum. The female corpse's soul-catching snare drum was used to capture the soul, while the snare drum on his waist could be directly used to control the soul. Ghost kills people!
As far as the single drum is concerned, it is already a middle-grade ghost instrument.
Now the two drums are combined into one, and their power is even close to that of a top-grade ghost weapon.
Seeing this, Ghost Sword Master Yingxiu’s expression could no longer be described as solemn. He lowered his head, looked at the pale Baili Xianxian, and said in a deep voice: "We must leave as soon as possible. This place. "
In the hearts of the world, Youguilang has been a ghost for three thousand years, and he has already officially embarked on the journey of ghosts, overcoming tribulations and becoming a demon.
But he was born in Zhongyou and was the only heir of the empress of the Zhongyou Dynasty. He was born with a noble status and held countless unknown powers.
There are countless immortal cultivators in the world, and those who can overcome the tribulation have the way of thunder and cloud to know.
But those who practice the ghost way are very different. Anyone who has survived the tribulation through the ghost way, whether he has become an immortal or a demon, has been recorded in the Netherworld Scroll.
Besides Empress Ying Ji, the only person in Zhongyou who can read the Yin scrolls at will is he.
This time, the purpose of Yingxiu coming to Xianling City is the Ghost Mountain. The most terrifying ghost in the Ghost Mountain is You Gui Lang. Before leaving Zhongyou’s homeland, it is impossible for him not to read the records of You Gui Lang. Information investigation is clear.
Looking through the Yin Scroll, I learned that You Gui Lang had an extremely fierce reputation, but his strength was far from reaching the realm of transcending tribulations. At most, he was only in the same realm as him.
Ying Xiu has the unique king's blood in the world, and he has inherited the most powerful ghost cultivation talent from his mother.
(End of this chapter)