I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 752 I take Er's head, but please accept it with a smile (seeking subscription monthly pass)

Ye Gucheng's eyes turned, and he glanced at Venerable Mieming.

Suddenly he grinned and said leisurely:
"The master made the heroes gather together, and what he did is not a thousand-year achievement?"

He turned the long sword upside down, flicked it lightly with his fingers, and chanted: "The hero praises the sword, and his merit is killing more people."

"Following Jun Mo's words to seal the matter of the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will die."

"If you don't kill people, how can you gain merit?"

Ye Gucheng raised his eyes and looked at Venerable Mie Ming again. Although there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes became more and more indifferent.

"The monk is too hypocritical and unworthy of discussion, just step down."

This look and gesture, like waving away an annoying fly, is extremely contemptuous and casual.

Even Venerable Mie Ming's centuries-old Dao Xing meditation kung fu made him feel angry for a moment, smoke came out of his seven orifices, and his peaceful face instantly turned red.

Not to mention him, even the heroes of the rivers and lakes on the top of the Thousand Buddhas felt the same way, and their blood boiled involuntarily.

Let's not talk about the other abilities of this white-clothed man, but his ability to irritate people is second-to-none.

"Heroes praise their swords, and their merit lies in killing more people..."

"Based on Jun Mo's words to seal the Marquis, one general will be successful..."

While all the heroes of the world were angry, such as Cui Xingzhi, Wang Jiexin, and the people in the palace of the King of Chu, they were all reminiscing about those two lines of the poem.

The King of Chu also couldn't help sighing: "It's worthy of being a fellow of the exiled immortal."

Just a few words, but it seemed that he saw that under the king's couch, there was a mountain of white bones and a sea of ​​blood.

Although his hands were bloody, he couldn't help being in a trance for a while.

"Which ravine jumped out of the lunatic?"

What kind of poems or words, these wild people don't care.

Ye Gucheng's repeated madness has angered all the heroes on the top of the Thousand Buddhas.

Immediately, one person was annoyed and jumped out of the crowd.

This person was thin and thin, but he carried a big sword behind his back.

This sword is unusual, the blade is extremely wide, almost half the size of this person.

When Venerable Mie Ming endured his anger bitterly, he took the first step to point his sword at Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng smiled and said, "Who are you?"

Cui Xingzhi at the side came back to his senses, took a look, attached himself, and said in a low voice: "This is Shen Yingjian Wu Bufan, a well-known sword master on Yangzhou Road. The cultivation level is not weaker than that of the master of the famous sect."

"It is rumored that there is a Shenying swordsmanship, which is mysterious and mysterious. It was almost famous on the Wutai, but because it is a green forest and grass, famous and useless, there are many controversies, so I gave up."

He said a lot, but Ye Gucheng seemed to only hear one sentence, his eyes lit up: "You also use a sword?"

Shen Yingjian Wu Bufan sneered and said: "Hey, don't think that if you are praised for your sword skills, you really think that your sword skills are unparalleled. Under a certain Shen Ying sword, you are not enough to watch!"

Ye Gucheng was not angry, and nodded slightly: "He is a master of swordsmanship."

"I am very happy to see a master of swordsmanship."

"There is no courtesy, there is only one sword, take your head and present it to Your Excellency, but please accept it with a smile."

It was clearly a murderous curse word, yet he spoke it in a gentle and polite way, showing grace and luxury in every gesture.

Even Wu Bufan, who was the client, couldn't help but feel "just like this" in his heart.

When he reacted, his nose was crooked in anger.

With a howl of the sword, the human sword was lost.

But I saw a sword shadow flashing in the air.

The next moment, it was a cold light.

Between the sky and the earth, there seems to be only this cold light left.

It is the shadow that falls into the sky, the sky is white, and the light is cold.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, but Ye Gucheng slanted his sword against Wu Bufan's giant sword.

The tip of the sword touched the tip of the sword without any difference.

The difference between the two swords is like a needle, but it is against a board.

In the blink of an eye, the people on the top of the Thousand Buddhas seemed to have forgotten to breathe, and were a little out of breath.

Until this moment, he took another sharp breath and almost passed out.

But Wu Bufan moved again.

Holding the sword in one hand, he trembled slightly, and the shadow of the sword filled the sky.

In an instant, the void is like a small stream in the mountains, a breeze suddenly blows down a thin leaf, and it falls slowly.

The reflection of the thin leaves is reflected on the clear water, and the leaf shadows reflect each other, swaying continuously, even if they have not fallen completely, there are water patterns and turbulent streams on the stream, reflecting the leaf shadows into hundreds of ways.

This thin leaf is the sword in Wu Bufan's hand, and that leaf shadow is also the sword in his hand.

Although the shadow sinks to the bottom of the stream, its shape swims in the sky.

This is Wu Bufan's Shen Ying Sword.

The sky is his sword.

In all directions, the void is like a stream, and it is full of his swords.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

Dead!
Such a sword almost suffocated the people present, even if they were just watching.

Those who can barely be affected by this sword, and who can see some of the mysteries, will never exceed ten fingers present.

Therefore, such an idea came into everyone's mind.

That's the case for spectators, let alone people under the sword?

They asked themselves, under this blow, they couldn't even move.

Even the heads of the three mountains and five sects such as Mie Ming Mie Jing are first-class, no exception.

It's not that you can't move, it's that you can't move.

To break such a sword move, the only way is to hit it with a strong blow and hit it head-on.

How could this man in white be stronger than this sword?

In the previous moment, this was a positive rhetorical question.

But in an instant, it became an uncertain question.

Because they saw the man in white move.

If it is said that Wu Bufan uses the sword, both the person and the sword are lost, and he can only see the sword and the shadow flickering between the world and the earth in an instant.

This man in white is the fusion of man and sword.

A sword is a person, and a person is a sword, regardless of each other.

One person and one sword, but in the blink of an eye, they have already appeared in the sky tens of feet high.

Then, they seemed to see the most dazzling and stunning sword in the world.

The man in white was among the misty white clouds, pointing his long sword obliquely, striking from a height.

A sword fell obliquely, it was unprecedentedly brilliant and bright.

It is also pure and clean that has never been seen before.

What kind of sword is this?
Like a frightened light, a long rainbow passes through the sky.

Like the blue sky and white clouds, there is no time and no dirt.

The overwhelming sword energy froze the bone marrow and chilled the mind.

Suddenly appearing and converging, they all gather in a line.

Wu Bufan created a world of sword-shaped sword shadows, and when this sword appeared in the world, it ceased to exist in an instant.

On a rock, Wu Bufan's figure reappeared.

Leaning on a huge sword in his hand, he remained motionless.

"tread……"

Dressed in white clothes like snow, falling like clouds.

"One sword to the west, flying immortals from beyond the sky..."

Cui Xingzhi muttered.

Even if it wasn't the first time he saw it, he was still amazed by the sword.

He used to practice swords because swords are a Confucian skill, and a gentleman should wear a sword.

I also thought I had learned the sword.

But now, he found that he didn't know how to use a sword at all, nor did he know how to use a sword.

Not just him, in front of this Brother Ye, there are not many people in the world who are qualified to say "know sword".

"Shen Ying swordsmanship?"

"There are merits, it can be called mysterious, Ye Mou wrote it down."

Ye Gucheng walked slowly in front of the motionless Wu Bufan, and saluted slightly:
"Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, gave you a sword. It is both a greeting and a farewell gift, but please accept it with a smile."

His manner was graceful, his expression dignified.

Even the people on the top of the Thousand Buddhas and the monarchs and ministers in the palace of the King of Chu all saw a kind of "sacredness" from his face.

One can clearly feel that he is not mocking or retorting, but that he really regards this "rite" as sacred.

This ceremony also seemed to alarm Wu Bufan, he moved.

But only one head moved.

It suddenly tilted from the neck, fell down, rolled a few times, stopped, but still swayed slightly in place.

"..."

What kind of person is this...

(End of this chapter)