Resurrection: The fusion of the wine sword fairy and demon slayer is exposed by the school beauty

As the atmosphere stalemate

, the 50,000 Yin soldiers hesitated, and a voice began to whisper:

"What did you say

?" "How is it possible? Just him, a drunk

?" "Actually killed the ghost god General Dian Wei?" "What? Not only General Dian Wei, but also the other four generals

?" "God, what the hell is going on? The five tiger ghost and god generals were all killed in battle?"

If you want to say that it is General Yu Ban, it is still possible. That General

Dian Wei, the evil of the ancients, is as powerful as an ox, and even the tiger god has to hide when he sees it, how can it be?"

"Yes, General Dian Wei is strong in force, and his divine power is like a bamboo, second only to the lord,

just by virtue of this drunkard?

Screams rang out.

At this point, the cold eyes of the fifty thousand Yin soldiers stared at Qin Fang with despair and fear of imminent destruction.

Especially the wine gourd in his hand.

The Yin soldier, who knew the inside story,

couldn't stop trembling when he saw the drunkard shaking the wine gourd in his hand.

"Look!"

The ghost lord's face was hideous, and he was furious, and the ghost qi was lingering and rolling, ready to attack like a sharp claw.

A fierce killing intent surged out from the body of the ghost spirit.

Under the crushing of strength

, the Yin soldiers around were immediately defeated, and they all fell to their knees.

The lord of the ghost god, sure enough, a generation of ghost males.

Pull out the Qinghong sword at your waist.

The killing realm of the Realm of Legends then spreads out.

The aura of killing and killing was rolling and surging.

The Yin soldiers under the cover of the killing realm, only to see its ghost eyes instantly crimson.

The level of evil ghosts has risen in a straight line, and they have become fierce ghosts.

"

!" "It's worthy of being a ghost and god in the mountains, it's really awesome!" Qin

Fangxing's eyes were full of joy, revealing excitement.

"Can you even improve your strength in this field?"

"Not bad! Not bad!"

Qin Fang's excited eyes lit up, his face was smiling, and he was very satisfied in his heart.

"Could it be similar to the berserk bloodline of the Divine Ape Clan?"

"This Imperial Bloodline is really extraordinary! Innate Spirit Treasure!" "

The stronger the strength of the demons and monsters, the purer and more mellow the wine he brews!

Even if it's to give him an evil immortal and evil god, it's okay.

As a result,

Qin Fang did not release the transcendent realm of the sword realm in his body to confront or crush it.

Raising his head

, he was wearing a black lacquer battle armor, holding the Qinghong Sword in his hand, his face was hideous and terrifying, his body was burly and powerful, and

he was especially wearing a lingering and tumbling ghostly aura,

"Tsk!"

Head on.

With his current transcendent swordsmanship

, his heart moves at will, his mind points to him, and the

tip of his sword points to him.

"Bell!"

a metallic collision resounded in the hall.

The Red Flame Sword and the Qinghong Sword in the hands of the Ghost God Lord

aroused a burst of sparks.

With the fierce battle of the two swords as the center, the incomparably strong wind

, dazzling light, rippling and dizzy, swept around.

Especially the most advanced entourage

, the fierce ghost body couldn't withstand such a terrifying aftermath at all, and

in an instant, the head split and the soul body fell to the ground.

The scattered soul power was stranded in midair.

The wine gourd didn't know when it had already automatically flown up, a golden light rose up

, and the rich soul power in the air

was all sucked and melted into the wine by the wine gourd!

Above the void of the main hall

, the Chiyan Sword attacked strongly

, and with one face, Cao Cao of the ghost and god realm was slashed back again and again.

It can be seen from its slightly trembling arm that this blow must have been inflicted.

The ghost god Cao Cao had an angry and hideous face, and the killing aura did not decrease but increased.

At this time, its hands were numb, and the tiger's mouth was full of ghostly energy, forcibly

stabilizing its mind, and its soul was seriously hit and devoured.

"Where did the Taoist priest come from?"

"No wonder the five tigers and ghosts and gods all died in his hands

!" "This person's swordsmanship is strong and majestic, and the sword qi carries the power of heaven and earth," "

The strength must be above Lonely!" The

ghost god Cao Cao secretly looked at the drunk man in front of him.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, it is not his opponent;

if it is

facing a strong person of the same level, it can still see the strength of the opponent.

It's just that this drunkard doesn't know where his swordsmanship comes from; his

strength has only two possibilities, one is that he has no mana, and the other is that his strength exceeds it too much to see through.

Obviously, the drunk in front of you is the second possibility.

But the ghost god Cao Cao has always been suspicious by nature.

Maybe there is a third possibility: his strength is only above this one blow, and

it doesn't dare to attack with all its strength for the time being until it absolutely tears the drunk in front of him to pieces.

So, a beautiful flower pull.

The Rainbow Sword returned to its sheath at its waist.

In the next second,

the Son of Heaven sword was in his hand, and the ghost god Cao Cao waved his big hand:

"Kill!" Even

though the fifty thousand Yin soldiers were afraid of Qin Fang's strength, they all looked stunned, and they trembled with spears in their hands.

But in this life,

they are all headed by the ghost god Cao Cao.

At this moment, under the dual influence of the Dragon Vein Domain and the Sword of the Son of Heaven.

The ghost god Cao Cao called

, and the figure of the 50,000 Yin soldiers moved, and rushed straight to the front cloud.

"Bang

!" "Whoosh!"

The sword roared, and the Red Flame Sword was like a scythe of death

, constantly flying and shuttling among the ranks of less than 50,000 Yin soldiers.

Like a cold light.

Row after row, bar through the waist.

A rich ghostly aura rose from the two halves of the soul body.

The Red Flame Sword was extremely fast

, and before the Yin Soldier could sense it, his upper body had already fallen to the ground, and he didn't know what was happening.

It's been pressed together.

The ghost qi surged out, the soul body shattered, and the soul consciousness dissipated.

Inside the main hall, the soul power in mid-air became more and more intense.

Qin Fang was no longer polite, and threw up the wine gourd.

The god of wine cursed and refined the exercises.

Soon, the rich ghostly aura was all enveloped in golden light.

In less than half a burnt incense, all 50,000 soul powers were refined into wine!

In the empty hall,

only the ghosts and gods Cao Cao and Qin Fang remained.

"Haha

!" "You

!" "The last one

!" "Come on!" Qin

Fang joked softly, his voice extremely arrogant.

His eyes suddenly turned to the ghost god Cao Cao.

Absolute strength, full of deterrent power.

The ghost god Cao Cao determined at this time that the drunkard's strength was unfathomable, and he exceeded it too much.

Now that the ghost qi has recovered, it is even stronger, and in a few days, it will definitely be able to absorb and break through the ghost immortals.

At

this time, it was retreating, but its hideous face was not half revealed.

Cao Cao roared angrily, and the Son of Heaven raised his sword and burned his soul power again.

This time, it's pulling out all the stops.

Even at the cost of burning natal soul power, the strength skyrocketed in an instant.

It's not for desperate efforts, it's just for escape!

"Kill!"

The soul power is increased by two levels, and there is a hidden ghost and immortal level.

The sword of the Son of Heaven roared, and it was even more ghostly.

The sword of the Son of Heaven rose and roared wildly, enveloping the spirit of the Sen Sen Ghost Immortal.

Slashed towards Qin Fang.

The cold light is fierce, the ghosts are twisted, and the wind is howling.

In the cold light, there seemed to be a million resentful ghosts howling.

The ghost shadow is hideous, as if millions of souls are roaring under the sword of the Son of Heaven.

It is also like the evil roar of the evil spirits in the infernal purgatory crawling through the molten lava.

If it were the Heavenly Master and they all went into battle, I am afraid that they would not be able to escape this sword.