King Ming Dynasty: Rule the world with sword

Yang Ling didn't know yet that she had fallen into the trap carefully woven by the eighth prince Zhu Yunhao.

After coming out of the palace, he returned to his residence after paying his errands.

Now his mind was filled with the spiritual power Luo Tong told him.

Recalling the spiritual power used by Luo Tong, compared with the aura in the Jinluan Palace.

Finally, I concluded that my idea was right.

Wait for a few more patrols and observe the depressing mental power a few more times.

Maybe you can get what you want and successfully realize your own spiritual power.

In the next few days, every time Yang Ling visited the palace, he would stay in the Jinluan Palace for a while to carefully feel the oppressive momentum.

When I go home in the evening, I work hard to understand and practice.

In addition to comprehending spiritual power, he also did not give up his martial arts such as Qigong, Tiangang Sword, and Glazed Vajra Hand.

A month passed in the blink of an eye.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is only about two months away.

The eunuch in charge of the ceremony is already preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival Princess Mingyue's wedding.

On this day, Yang Ling finished patrolling the harem and walked into the busy city, wanting to buy something to eat.

Suddenly, I saw the vendor in front of me smile strangely.

Then a ferocious grimace appeared on his face, grinning ferociously at him.

Before he could react, the grimace disappeared without a trace.

The hawker returned to normal and entertained him as warmly as before, as if the scene just now had never happened.

Yang Ling stared at the enthusiastic vendor, frowned, and randomly scanned the surroundings with spatial exploration.

Sure enough, more than fifty meters away from him, he saw a familiar figure.

Wearing a ghost mask and black robe, a pair of ghost eyes were staring at him through the mask.

He stood quietly in the crowd, but no one seemed to be able to see him as people came and went.

Yang Ling felt a coercion from a distance and knew that this ghost was different from the Disha Thirty-Six.

This is a master at the master level.

He was about to step forward when his vision suddenly darkened.

Then the crowds coming and going around disappeared, and it was silent and silent.。

“Break your mental power. "

Yang Ling's Copper Wall and Iron Wall Skill was activated, and a ray of light rose up in his mind.

He had been studying spiritual power day and night for a month. Although he had not yet understood it, he had found some clues.

The ray of light in his mind illuminated the way for him. , a space jump, disappearing from the place.

When he reappeared, he was not far away from the ghost, and he was also out of the range of his mental power.

The ghost obviously didn't expect that Yang Ling could get rid of him, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes under the mask.

Next For a second, his figure swayed and disappeared.

Yang Ling's space exploration kept a close eye on Guizha's figure, and also urged his body skills to follow him.

After learning the information about him on the black market, he knew that someone would definitely come from the underworld. .

Now it has been a month since he arrived, which can be regarded as giving him a lot of time.

Yang Ling flew out of the imperial city and saw the ghost waiting for him with his hands behind his back.

He carried the embroidered spring knife and came to the ghost Stop not far away。

“Ghost messengers from the underworld came to my Ming Dynasty Imperial City to cause trouble for no reason.

Aren't you afraid that our Ming army will destroy your ghost nest? "

Hearing this, Gui Cha turned around, and a disdainful sneer came from under the ghost mask.。

“Yang Ling, since you know my identity, don't talk nonsense.

Hand over my Underworld Kung Fu Shura Sutra, and I, the Ghost King, can make the decision and leave you a complete corpse. "

Ghost King.

When he heard the name of this ghost, Yang Ling knew that he was right. This guy was indeed the master.。

“Hehe, this shit Shura Sutra has never been seen by this hundred households.

Old ghost, this is what you brought me here to say, so Yang will not accompany you any longer. "

After Yang Ling said that, he mobilized the eighteen Tiangang knives in his dantian and stood ready. He

also held the remaining two thunderbolts in his hands.

Sure enough, when the ghost king heard his words, a powerful aura suddenly spread out from his body. Pressing towards Yang Ling.

Seeing this, Yang Ling used his Iron Wall Skill to the extreme. He waved the two thunderbolts at the same time and hit the ghost king directly.

The ghost king looked at the flying thunderbolts, let out a ghostly laugh, waved his black robe, and struck towards the ghost king with one palm. The two thunderbolts were snapped.

Suddenly there were two loud noises, and the thunderbolts exploded in the air.

The Ghost King stood motionless, and his body was unscathed.

Seeing this, Yang Ling flipped the embroidered spring knife and unfolded the seven-star knife. Fa, calmly cut it down with one knife。

“Do not overestimate your own capabilities. "

Seeing Yang Ling take action, the ghost king became angry.

One of his ghost claws was like lightning, and he slapped Yang Ling's knife away hard.

Yang Ling himself was also severely knocked away and flew back dozens of meters before he could stand still.

He stopped retreating violently, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He was already injured in one blow.

Yang Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not surprised but happy.

After these two tests, he had roughly figured out the Ghost King's combat power.

This ghost king's mental strength is not as good as Luo Tong's.

However, his internal strength at the master level is so strong that it even injured his physical body while practicing the copper wall and iron wall technique.

The ghost king strode forward, his whole body filled with ghost energy.。

“Yang Ling, if you don't hand over your skills, this ghost king will search for your soul. "

The next second, he opened his fingers wide and grabbed Yang Ling in the air.。

“Nether Soul Searcher, come over to me. "

As soon as the Ghost King's Netherworld soul-searching hand came out, Yang Ling felt that his whole body was immobilized by an invisible force. His

whole body was involuntarily pulled towards the Ghost King.

Just as he was about to be pulled in front of the Ghost King, the light in his mind suddenly became brighter, and finally let him out。

“Tiangang Sword, cut it off for me. "

The dark blade light of the Tiangang Sword was stimulated from Yang Ling's dantian, and struck directly on the Ghost King's wide-open five fingers.

The blade passed by, and a section of his little finger fell to the ground!