A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

A young man in green clothes was suspended in the sky, silently watching the gray fragments of flesh and blood falling in the sword energy.

This is his strongest state.

The whole body's mana was condensed into one point, and he didn't even want to maintain the basic invisibility spell. He wanted to pour out all the power and turn it into an attack.

"Ghost paths are strange and dangerous, but they still have merit."

Jiang Ding looked into the void.

Transparent and hazy, an old man in black robes appeared. His left arm was broken at the root and turned into gray. His face was extremely pale and skinny. His body was translucent. Many ghosts inside disappeared without noticing.

The chest was even more empty.

"who are you……"

"Seven Feathered Swordsmen!"

The Hundred Ghost Ancestor roared with hatred, but was stunned. He looked at the young man in green clothes in front of him in disbelief. After repeated comparisons, he found that he was indeed the one in the intelligence.

"Middle stage of foundation building!"

As soon as his consciousness swept away, his heart couldn't help but feel overwhelming, and countless distracting thoughts emerged.

"I've met the ancestor of Baigui."

"I haven't seen you in eighteen years, but you still have the same style."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "When you were thinking about the Jiutian ruins, you told me that you were looking forward to the next time you meet me, as if it was yesterday."

boom!

An overwhelming magnetic field-induced dotted line formation appeared in all directions, and a blue flying sword emerged from the formation, dominating its absolute center.

Under the action of the ampere force of the magnetic field and electric current, and with the loud noise that shook the sky, the speed of the flying sword was increased to the limit and disappeared within the scope of spiritual consciousness.

The terrifying sword intent of destruction spreads in all directions, locking the soul.

"This flying sword..."

The Patriarch of Hundred Ghosts felt panic in his heart. He couldn't believe that such a flying sword belonged to a monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. He became angry and said: "Junior, I don't know whether to live or die. Do you think you will kill me?!"

"Black Soul Flag!"

He opened his mouth and spat out, and a black flag the size of a palm flew out, and it grew to the size of ten feet. The black flag rolled up, and an overwhelming torrent of ghosts flew out from it. The last ones were all late-stage Qi training and foundation-building levels. , the cold formations are all over the sky, spreading out one by one.

The most terrifying among them are the four ghost kings with the initial aura of the golden elixir!

Each of them was about ten feet tall, with green faces and fangs, and each held four major ghost weapons: spear, axe, and halberd. With every move, they drew the power of the groups of foundation-building ghost generals and ghost soldiers under their command, smashing an area to pieces at every turn, crushing all living things to death. The soul has been torn apart and enslaved, making it difficult to reincarnate.

"Kill me!"

The Patriarch of the Hundred Ghosts waved a ten-foot-long flag, like a commander in chief of ten thousand armies, with an unparalleled demeanor of sitting in command and watching over the head of an enemy general.

Roar!

The four ghost kings roared in unison, the sound shook the heaven and the earth. Their spears, axes, axes, and halberds were enlarged to a size of more than ten feet. Together with their ghost generals and soldiers, a sheet of swords, swords, and shadows moved towards the center and suddenly came down.

Ding!

A blue flying sword suddenly appeared in the empty void. It was always killing in a straight line and collided with the spears, axes and halberds of the four ghost generals.

Sparks flew everywhere and the aura was shattered!

The sharp metal trembling sound spread in all directions, enough to pierce the eardrums of the Qi Practitioner.

"What a force!"

The breath of the four ghost kings suddenly dropped, and their huge pupils revealed a look of horror.

When he looked down, he saw a hole the size of a thumb appeared on his giant pillar-like spear, axe, halberd and ghost weapon, which was pierced through. It was all supported by the thick skin of the ghost weapon.

There was also a sword energy containing the meaning of destruction that swept over and was scattered by them to the surroundings. Hundreds of ghost soldiers in the Qi training realm were affected by this and screamed, turning into ashes and disappearing.

"good."

"The four ghost kings used the military formation to attack together. This is considered a strong one among the monks in the middle stage of the Golden Core. If you hadn't been seriously injured, Ancestor of Hundred Ghosts, you might have been even stronger."

Jiang Ding praised.

"It seems that my senior brothers are not weak."

Divine consciousness and sword intention are unfolding at all times, blocking and blocking all the incoming and outgoing spiritual consciousness signals within a six-kilometer radius, simulating the Taiyin-like sword intention to block the six consciousnesses of more than ten thousand people below.

"snort!"

The ancestor of Baigui snorted coldly: "If those two shrunken turtles had not been defeated by our sect long ago with the help of magic weapons, how could they have maintained a stalemate for such a long time?"

"If you are in the middle stage of foundation building, if you have such strength, you must have a big secret, and you are qualified to become my fifth ghost king."

There was a trace of greed in his eyes.

"Die!"

Roar!

The four ghost kings and thousands of ghost soldiers all put down their weapons and let them float in front of them. They clenched their hands into fists and beat their chests wildly, shouting incessantly.

Ho ho ho…

Waves of roaring sonic waves visible to the naked eye were spat out from their mouths, flowing through the nodes of the dense black formation patterns, converging in the mouths of the four ghost kings, and finally converging into a pointed cone-shaped sound cone, carrying a terrifying whistling towards them. The young man in green was killed with a hole in his head.

Cracking sound stab!

This is one of the killing moves of the Hundred Ghosts of the Blood Slaughter Hall. It gathers the power of thousands of powerful ghosts and is extremely concealed. A cultivator in the late stage of the Golden Core will be seriously injured even if he is not bad at all.

"go."

Jiang Ding's expression remained unchanged, he pointed a finger, the magnetic lines between his eyebrows flashed, and the azure flying sword disappeared in the air explosion with pure power and speed.

When it reappeared, the tip of the needle was facing the awning, and the azure flying sword that was about a foot long was piercing straight towards the sharpest point of the sonic cone, making it impossible to retreat at all.

Ding!

The blue aura and the transparent sound wave ripples each exploded, and the aftermath shattered the space for several kilometers. The white clouds disappeared, and the sky was clear and cloudless.

The sound waves dissipated invisible.

The azure flying sword stood tall and clanking, without any damage.

boom!

The azure flying sword disappeared, and when it reappeared, it appeared in front of the halberd ghost king's forehead, killing him through the hole, and the sword of destruction spread in all directions.

"Smash it for me!"

Ancestor Baigui looked shocked and waved the ten-foot-high flag flag suddenly.

Roar!

The four ghost kings roared in unison, each holding a giant pillar-like spear, axe, and halberd, which was more than ten feet long. They mobilized the ghost soldiers under their command to use a tsunami-like force to smash down the azure flying sword that was about a foot long.

The strong wind of weapons roared for miles, and murderous secrets were spread.

Even if there is a mountain here, it will be smashed to pieces in an instant!

boom!

Four thick long-armed ghost weapons hit the space, splashing spiritual light all over the sky, but found nothing.

There was a hint of confusion in the huge pupils of the four ghost kings.

call out!

The blue sword light disappeared in the air explosion, and when it reappeared, it fell on the head of an ordinary ghost soldier in the Qi training period, and chopped it into pieces.

He is obviously just an ordinary ghost soldier, extremely small and replenished as he dies.

Ancestor Baigui showed a hint of something bad in his eyes.

However, at the moment when the ghost soldier died, the auras of a large group of nearby ghost generals and ghost soldiers wavered, and the formation patterns surrounding them were in chaos, and the formation backlash suddenly ushered in.

Dozens of light blue sword energy burst out, whizzing through, piercing through the heads of thirty-two ghost generals with disordered auras, causing their bodies to collapse. A large area of ​​formations around them collapsed completely, and the aura of the halberd ghost king dropped sharply. cut.

"How did you find my formation node?"

The ancestor of Baigui looked at the young man in green in shock and anger.

The formation node is related to the composition of the military formation. It is not fixed, but changes every moment. Not to mention outsiders, even he himself cannot hit this formation node instantly during this rapid change!

"Of course you can see it."

"It's just a third-level mid-level formation. What else do you think of it as a treasure?"

Jiang Ding said calmly.

Whoosh!

The Taiqing Flying Sword crisscrossed among the ghosts, cutting off the heads of ghost generals. The spiritual light collapsed in pieces. In just a few breaths, more than seventy ghost generals died in its hands. Ten thousand ghosts were overwhelmed. The aura of the array dropped sharply.

"kill him!"

Ancestor Baigui's heart was bleeding, and he pointed at the young man in green.

If you continue to die like this, the formation will collapse on its own!

Hoho!

The four ghost kings no longer pursued the Taiqing Flying Sword in vain, roared loudly, and each held a long weapon like a giant pillar in one step, crossing a distance of several kilometers to kill one of the young men.

"Ancestor is not very calm."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

boom!

Dense magnetic field-assisted dotted line formations appeared around the Taiqing Flying Sword, bursting out at extreme speed and disappearing within the scope of divine consciousness. The sword of destruction filled the air and locked onto the divine soul.

"not good!"

The Ancestor of the Hundred Ghosts' expression changed, and he reluctantly summoned up the remaining mana, spitting out a gloomy low-grade magic weapon bone shield to block it in front of him.

Crunch!

Amidst the heartbreaking sound of metal shattering, a deep scratch was made on the low-grade magic weapon White Bone Shield. The aura suddenly dropped and the aura weakened.

The azure flying sword penetrated from its edge, pierced the vulnerable third-level spell shield, and landed on the forehead of the Hundred Ghost Ancestor.

"change!"

The Ancestor of the Hundred Ghosts was horrified and roared incessantly. His body became transparent and hazy, and space fluctuations flashed past. He actually exchanged places with the Ghost King of Euphorbia in an instant.

Roar!

The Ghost King of Euphorbia was unwilling to accept it, and struggled wildly, trying to break free from the restraint, but it was a delusion, and he could only watch his body shape change position.

A blue flying sword carrying the sword of destruction descended.

There is no room for escape.

"No!"

The Euphorbia Ghost King felt a coldness between his brows, a stinging pain, and lost all consciousness.

A corpse with a hole between its eyebrows and several feet in size fell softly. A trace of blue sword energy was clearly visible at the entrance of the hole. Before it fell into the air, it collapsed into a blue aura that filled the sky, leaving only a ghost bead.

"A good substitute death spell."

Jiang Ding praised.

"It's a pity, I still have to die."

boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword disappeared amid the air explosions and dense magnetic field spiritual energy gathering and killing formations.

There is only one sword,

All it takes is this sword.

No changes are required.

"Fuck them all!"

The spirit of the Hundred Ghost Ancestor was trembling and shuddering. He had a premonition of something. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out hot blood on the dark black soul flag. He waved the flagpole violently, and a large black-red spiritual light shot towards the surrounding ghost kings, ghosts, and ghosts. Death spreads.

Roar! Hoho!

The three ghosts turned their eyes blood red and became violent. They gathered the power of their ghost armies and each wielded giant spears, giant axes, and giant axes, and smashed into the void in front of them.

boom!

Amidst the explosion of spiritual light that filled the sky, a blue flying sword was intercepted. Densely dotted lines flashed all over the body, and blue material flowed along the sword's body.

In this square inch, the ampere force formed by the magnetic field and electric current exploded at extreme speed, slashing at the surrounding spears, axes and giant axes.

The giant ghost weapon smashed into pieces.

The azure flying sword slashed down.

The spiritual light collapsed, and some gray-black metal debris fell from the sky, shooting several deep pits on the ground.

Ding ding ding…

again and again.

The needle tip faced the wheat awn without any flinching, and the sharp impact of metal could not be heard, and they were connected together. Between each breath, both sides slashed and smashed dozens and hundreds of times, without ever stopping.

"Damn..."

The mana surged out like a tsunami, but the fear on the face of the Hundred Ghost Ancestor became more and more intense, without any joy at the stalemate.

Ding!

This sound was particularly crisp and long.

Click!

Under the fearful gaze of the Hundred Ghost Ancestor, three giant spears, giant axes, and giant axes that were more than ten feet tall were cut into two pieces!

Six giant pillars with uneven fractures fell from the sky, losing their aura and turning into dead objects.

puff!

The three ghost kings vomited out black essence and blood, their aura dropped off a cliff, their bodies were transparent and hazy, and the madness and bloodthirsty in their eyes disappeared without a trace. They fled around and screamed: "Sir, spare your life. , we are just driven by others..."

call out!

A blue flying sword came instantly and flew out from the hearts of the three ghost kings one after another, leaving behind three tall and stiff ghost bodies, no longer alive.

then,

The sword light turned,

From the brow of an old man in black robe who was burning essence and blood and running away frantically, his brains splattered.

The black-robed old man's body stiffened for a moment, but he still maintained a huge inertia and flew forward for several hundred meters before falling from the sky and hitting the ground, turning into a ball of meat.

"look,"

In the sky, a young man in green smiled.

A blue flying sword circled and danced happily around him, dragging behind streaks of meteor-like tail flames.

"I just said, don't threaten others. It's rude. Your clone doesn't believe it. It threatened me once and didn't say anything. It also threatened me and looks forward to meeting me."

"See you now."