I created countless illusions

Chapter 64 Fierce battle under the rain curtain
The anger and madness of the ghost king Hei Liao stemmed from fear.

When Yang Shou led a group of employees and fled back to the Peace Hotel, this long-planned assassination had already gotten out of control.

Regardless of whether the ghost king Hei Liao can kill Yang Shou today, it is impossible for him to survive under the background of the era set by Yang Shou.

The swarming demon hunters, the irritated Taoist masters, the willfully disrupted balance between humans and ghosts... will all turn into powerful backlashes and rush towards the ghost king, Hei Liao.

He may have noticed this subconsciously, that's why he wanted to kill Yang Shou recklessly.

Even if it is wiped out, he must first eradicate the culprit that made him crazy.

The black feather coat scattered some fragments of feathers in the violent storm. The violent motorcycle rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound. The roaring engine pushed the huge body of the ghost king Hei Liao, and pulled out a long road under the rain. the black line.

And the broad sword in Hei Liao's hand already carried a desperate and fierce breath, thinking about Yang Shou, he fell straight down.

Holding the saber, Yang Shou turned a blind eye to the approaching broadsword, and also did not dodge the roaring motorcycle. The saber in his hand was flat, and then he suddenly exerted force on his feet, and his magic power shook his whole body. Instead, he rushed in the direction where the black fang was coming, shrinking his whole body into a line, and the knife in his hand seemed to follow the cracks in the canvas, cutting out the two colors in the picture, so that the colors of the sky and the earth, In an instant, it became so clear.

This initial battle seems to have become a moment of lore where life and death can be seen immediately.

At a certain moment, Yang Shou and Ghost Killer were not separated from each other at all.

Even if it was just instinct, he made the best choice.

This is a battle of life and death, but also a battle of courage.

Faced with Yang Shou's counterattack, which was not afraid of death at all, Ghost King Hei Liao was in a frenzy, but was startled again. Then he subconsciously pulled out his waist knife and blocked it with the other hand.

At the same time, he still had one hand, and he took out the ferocious gun, aiming at Yang Shou, ready to shoot black.

As the king of ghosts, he has three arms... this makes sense!
There is great terror between life and death, but under the threat of terror at this moment by Yang Shou, the nature that Ghost King Hei Liao tried his best to hide has been exposed without a doubt.

He didn't have the courage at all to do such a life-and-death battle with Yang Shou in an instant.

Therefore, even at this moment, he is still playing tricks.

That series of seemingly complicated, insidious, and both offensive and defensive operations exposed him to the biggest flaw, and let him vent his accumulated advantages.

First, the dagger collided with Yang Shou's saber.

Since the ghost king Hei Liao temporarily chose to draw his sword to resist, the impact of the short sword touching the long sword was far less powerful than that of the long sword.

It was just a touch, and the short knife flew out, and the saber in Yang Shou's hand swung down, aiming at the motorcycle under Heilong's seat.

Only by slowing down the opponent's speed can Yang Shou gain a better advantage in the next battle.

The gunfire of Ghost King Hei Liao also sounded at the same time.

Bang!
The gunshots sounded like thunder.

But it only hit a corner of Yang Shou's robe.

Quickly circled to the side of Ghost King Hei Liao, Yang Shou's saber was still slashing down vertically.

Ghost King Hei Liao hastily blocked it with his broad sword.

The turbulent broadsword slapped over like a huge door panel, with an overwhelming aura.

But Yang Shou was right... confronting him.

The swords collided and rubbed against each other, and even in the pouring rain, dazzling sparks were produced by the friction.

At this time, neither person nor ghost could pull out their hands to cast any spells or sorcery.

When soldiers are handed over, the outcome is often in the blink of an eye.

Even those so-called instant spells became bloated and cumbersome at this moment.

when they passed each other.

The saber in Yang Shou's hand was still whistling uncontrollably, while Hei Liao's broadsword had several ugly sawtooths.

More importantly, the fuel tank of the weird motorcycle under the seat of Black Fang had been scratched.

The bright red fuel, like human blood oil, continuously seeps out from the oil tank of the weird motorcycle.

This seems to have a 'soul' of the motorcycle, issued a mournful sound of friction.

But the black rooster exploded its dashboard with a single shot.

Then he pulled away and stood up.

The tall figure looked down on Yang Shou, trying to overwhelm Yang Shou in terms of momentum.

At this time, the impact of the entire ghost army did not stop.

Behind Yang Shou, the Peace Hotel is being destroyed bit by bit.

"Your turtle shell will be ripped off by me!"

"Seeing your hard work ruined, what do you think?" Hei Liao asked Yang Shou as he touched the crack that spread from his head to his face.

Yang Shou did not choose to take the original line of killing the ghost king, but said: "If I am here, the restaurant is here, and I am it."

Hei Liao sneered: "You are so arrogant when you are about to die!"

After finishing speaking, the broad sword in his hand slashed down with a strong wind.

However, the moment he shot, Hei Liao already felt something was wrong.

Because Yang Shou is not only holding the saber in his hand at this moment, but he has already held a sword in his other hand.

A wooden sword.

Although it is a wooden sword, it was carved by a master of Xundaomen after a century-old jujube tree was struck by lightning.

As the owner of Yangshou Peace Hotel, it is reasonable and not too difficult to obtain such a magic sword.

Thunder split jujube wood, also known as "evil-dispelling wood", is a first-rate sacred tree in the mortal world.

The specific power depends on the age and spirituality of the jujube tree, as well as the amount of power that falls from the sky when it is struck by lightning.

No matter how sharp it is, a lightning-strike jujube wood sword is definitely not negligible to ghosts and monsters.

The knife in Yang Shou's right hand was still the deadliest threat, staring at Heiluo like a poisonous dragon and beast, making him dare not ignore the threat brought by this knife.

As for the sword in the left hand and the swordsmanship used by the sword in the left hand, although they are still far from perfect, they can already be called 'amazing'.

The sword fell, and Hei Liao was in chaos for a while.

Knife and sword, Hei Liao always seemed to have to suffer at this moment.

Otherwise, he will be pushed harder and harder by Yang Shou, and his range of activities will become smaller and smaller.

The broad sword in his hand was originally a weapon that needed to be used vertically and horizontally.

If you lose the distance, you lose everything.

In an instant, Hei Liao made a choice, and he directly slammed into the Thunderbolt Jujube Sword in Yang Shou's left hand.

But he planned to directly resist with his right shoulder.

No matter what, he didn't intend to taste the saber in Yang Shou's right hand again.

That saber is the real murderer.

The saber that has killed countless ghosts has long been psychic.

To deal with ghosts, it has a lethality far beyond imagination.

A sword pierced Hei Liao's shoulder.

The lightning arc of the sky immediately burst out from the lightning strike, blasting a big hole in Hei Liao's shoulder.

Hei Liao endured the pain, took this opportunity, and finally swung Yang Shou's saber away with his sword, and took two steps back to distance himself from Yang Shou.

"Not bad! There is progress!" Yang Shou looked at Hei Liao and gave a word of admiration.

Hei Liao became more and more angry, but also became calmer under the stimulation of the pain in his shoulder.

Then the two fought in one place again.

The use of swords and swords can be said to be back to basics under the exertion of the two, stabbing, picking, poking, knocking, spinning, shaking... In the simple moves, they all contain the most real and most ruthless killing intent.

Yang Shou also quickly improved his true self in this difficult battle.

In the past, he only knew and used the ghost king's knife skills, but now he is linking with his thoughts, transforming those things stored in his muscle memory into his own fighting wisdom and fighting thinking.

Not only that, but his swordsmanship finally began to improve rapidly.

Breaking away from the barriers that once belonged to 'Ning Caichen', he has his own understanding.

The parallelism of knives and swords has become more and more methodical and sharp.

(End of this chapter)