Confucian Sword Immortal: After studying for ten years, his majesty reaches the sky

"No, it's just an illusion.

Looking down again, the Paintboy quickly regained his confidence.

In its eyes, humans are as small as ants.

How can a mere ant be qualified to compete with him?"

"Since you have to find death, then after crushing you, let's devour the entire Wu'an City!" The

painted skin ghost laughed fiercely, his eyes full of rebelliousness.

This body gives it an endless amount of confidence, making it feel as if it is invincible.

Originally, it had planned to accumulate strength for a while before starting the next step, but now, it had made a decision.

After killing this incompromising human being, the entire Wu'an City will be turned into a ghost town tonight!

"Crush me, have you forgotten how badly you were beaten just now?"

Chen Ning responded with only ridicule.

"Just now, after having this body, I am invincible now!Weak

human, today I will make you pay for your arrogance!"

I never thought that I would be so despised, and the Paintball was furious.

"Boom!" Thunder

flashed in the gloomy sky, and three huge tentacles suddenly appeared from the distorted body of the Paintskin, sweeping towards the ground.

The terrifying force directly caused the surrounding buildings and walls to collapse, and even the flowers and trees were uprooted.

But Chen Ning had already flashed out in one step, avoiding the range of the tentacles.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be able to dodge this blow.

But so what, your speed is nothing more than that!"

The Skin-Painter thought that he had completely seen through Chen Ning's strength.

Although his speed was enough to dodge the three tentacles, he was not as fast as he thought.

"Die for me!" This

time, more than a dozen tentacles directly branched out from the huge body.

The impermeable tentacles almost enveloped the entire Jade Ding Gate, and almost all the surrounding buildings were razed to the ground under this terrifying force.

The Paint-Skin, with scarlet eyes, wreaks havoc on everything around him.

"Hmph, little humans are just ......"

But before the voice fell, it saw Chen Ning's figure indifferently swirling between the tentacles.

Completely different from the beginning, Chen Ning's speed at this moment has increased by many times, even in the narrow space where more than a dozen tentacles are waving.

"How could this!"

The Paintboy couldn't even believe his eyes.

How on earth did a human being increase his speed to such a terrifying level in a short period of time?

Naturally, it did not know that with every step of stepping on the mountain, its strength would skyrocket.

Chen Ning had already taken seven steps between tossing and turning, and his speed and strength were at their peak at the moment.

"Isn't it, this is the strength you are proud of?"

Chen Ning smiled coldly, although his legs were extremely light, his strength was like a hanging ten thousand catties, wrapped in terrifying power.

"Boom!"

As soon as he stepped down, a tentacle broke in response, and even the surrounding ground cracked.

Not only that, Chen Ning's figure shot out again, and the purple qi on the gentleman's sword swirled, and his determination soared.

One sword, two swords, three swords!

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen tentacles of the Painted Skin Ghost were all severed!

"Ah!" The

Painted Skin Ghost suddenly let out a painful scream.

After absorbing the consciousness of many skins and painted pinus, it possessed this powerful body.

But at the same time, all consciousness will return to its spirit.

In other words, the pain of cutting off the tentacles was to it the same as the pain of dozens of people torn apart.

That kind of purgatory-like pain, no one can endure it at all.

The Paint-Skin's eyes were completely blood-red, and his reason had been completely consumed by anger.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!" roared

, and the surface of its body began to burst violently.

The foul-smelling liquid from the shattering of flesh and blood turned into a thick black mist in the blink of an eye.

"Bang bang ......"

As the painted skin ghost endured the severe pain, allowing every inch of his body to crack, the black mist continued to expand sharply.

The black fog that covered the sky and the sun not only shrouded the entire sky above the Yuding Gate, but even spread to half of Wu'an City.

In the thick yin qi, there were hundreds of souls that continued to let out miserable wails.

Some of these souls come from various villages, and some come from the Yuding Gate of Wu'an City.

They have turned into powerful ghosts in their anger, and now they have become Yin soldiers driven by the Painted Skin Ghost.

"It's so rich yin qi, what kind of weird thing is this?"

"I don't know, this feeling is like facing a hundred ghosts head-on!" The

disciples of the nearby Ming Silence Temple all felt frightened, and their faces turned pale.

"Hey, I'm in a hurry......"

Chen Ning sighed helplessly.

Originally, I was thinking of cutting a few more swords, but I didn't expect the painted skin ghost to be so unresistant, and he couldn't hold on to his kung fu for a while.

In that case, it's time to send it on its way.

[Chen Ning]

[Haoran Qi 132]

[Purple Qi Body (Perfection)]

[Poetry and Wine Sword Technique (Perfection)]

[Merit and Body Protection (Perfection)]

[Puppet Stand-in Technique (150/200)]

[Mountain Step (0/200)]

Glancing at the system panel, Chen Ning quickly used more than 100 points of Haoran Qi to elevate the Stand-in Puppet Technique to perfection.

The paper figure floated into the air, and unexpectedly conjured up a puppet identical to Chen Ning.

Moreover, he also held a pitch-black gentleman's sword in his hand.

After arriving at the Furnace Perfect, the puppet stand-in was already able to possess half of Chen Ning's strength, even the sword intent and supernatural powers he mastered.

At the same time, a huge black mist had engulfed the entire Yuding Gate.

In the miserable wail, countless ghosts emerged from it.

The vast army of Yin soldiers locked their eyes on Chen Ning at the same time, their eyes greedy and angry.

"Give me death!" The

voice was ......a child, an old man, a young man who was aspiring to be far away, and a young girl who was waiting to be married

The Paintskin Ghost has almost become one with these ghosts, and even its voice has become chaotic due to its consciousness.

"Roar!"

Wrapped in a cold wind, countless ghosts are like the river of Hades, surging mighty.

At this moment, dark clouds obscured the stars and the moon, and the air turned into a rich fishy smell, and the whole world seemed to change color.

Wherever the yin ghost swept by, the grass and trees withered in an instant, and the corpse on the ground was only a skin in the blink of an eye.

A look of madness appeared in the eyes of the painter.

"Just humans, be crushed to death like ants!" "

Who gave you the confidence to think that you could kill me with these things?"

In the face of the mighty Yin Ghost, Chen Ning just stood with his sword.

It wasn't until they were about to reach the ground that they raised their swords blandly.

As he moved, the clone puppet also raised its sword at the same time.

The two blades converged in one place, and where the tips of the swords overlapped, there were lines of sword qi circling up.

That sword qi was not only determined to be vertical and horizontal, but the purple qi circulating above it was gradually flourishing.

Brilliant purple qi flickered up, illuminating the entire black mist.

Where the blades intertwined, there was a faint roar of thunder.

"Break it for me!" The

puppet raised its sword with Chen Ning's movements, and the surging sword intent was like a river hanging upside down, vast and magnificent!

The roaring sword qi was like a dragon swimming in the clouds, and its mighty power went straight into the black mist that covered the sky and the sun.

"Don't!"

"Ahh

Soon, their souls were pierced.

The

monstrous sword qi went upstream, completely penetrating the entire black mist.

Along with it, there was also the huge body of the painted skin ghost.

Under the sword, the black mist shattered and dissipated, and the souls of those Yin Ghosts gradually blurred and disappeared into mid-air.

At the same time, the skin painter also found that his skin was actually beginning to wither little by little.

"What is this? no!" it

roared in horror.

Although the Paint Ghost can change countless bodies, it can only have one face.

If the skin is not broken, it will not die or die.

But once the dough is broken, it's time to die.

"I don't want to die yet, don't!" the

skin-painter let out a painful wail, pressing the skin off his face over and over again, trying to stop the skin from withering.

But these actions have obviously been useless.

Its dough soon melted and withered like a candle in a fire.

In the end, in despair, he was reduced to ashes.