Wild boar

Chapter 523 The Dark Wind Ghost Shadow Sword

Fang Delin originally planned to hang up the war-free flag and humiliate these fools, and then go back and continue to seize the time to set up the mountain protection formation. However, he was scolded by the people at the bottom of the mountain with filthy words, and the evil fire was boiling. It rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

Fang Delin turned around and roared: "You ignorant thing, I raised the war-free flag because I didn't want to cause killing. You really thought that I would be afraid of you rabble!"

"Then you come down and fight!" Zhang Zhenlong shouted while pulling his neck.

"Yes! If you have the guts, come down and fight."

"In the end, it's still worthless."

"Hahahaha..." Fang Delin laughed loudly.

"You idiots are forming a battle formation below. I'm not stupid. How could I be angered by your few words and have the guts to come up and compete with me?" Fang Delin laughed wildly and then taunted.

"Okay! I'll fight you."

As soon as Fang Delin finished his mocking words, a sweet-looking woman wearing a plain white robe flashed and rushed into the air.

This woman was riding a black gangsha and hovering in mid-air, about 300 meters away from Fang Delin.

This distance is neither long nor short, and two monks in the Gang Stage can compete with each other with their swords.

Fang Delin looked at the formation light screen close behind him, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Being so close to the light curtain of the formation, if Fang Delin is in a disadvantageous situation, he can retreat into the formation at any time, advance to attack, retreat to defend, it can be said that he is in an invincible position.

"Okay! If Fang's subordinates don't kill unknown people, who are you? Tell me your name." Fang Delin said with a loud smile.

"Loose cultivator in the rocky desert, Li Xiumiao." Li Xiumiao clasped her fists and revealed her past.

The Jianshilin Mutton Restaurant in the rocky desert was the place where Li Xiumiao once sought her dreams, and it is also a place she still cannot forget.

"Okay!" Fang Delin nodded. He didn't intend to give his name, because there was no way he would lose.

Fang Delin patted the storage bag and took out a cyan flying sword.

"Miss Li... I want you to know that the flying sword in the kill is my master's top-grade flying sword, Mu Sheng Jian."

"Miss Li, where is your sword?"

Fang Delin seemed confident and confident about winning, and even asked Li Xiumiao about his flying sword.

Li Xiumiao shook her head, then clasped her fists and said, "I don't have a flying sword, but I have a new spell called the Shadow Wind Ghost Sword. Please give me some advice."

Fang Delin raised his hand and asked Li Xiumiao to cast the spell.

Li Xiumiao looked solemn, clenched her hands into fists, and there was darkness above her fists.

This is exactly the starting position of Yinfeng Fist.

Then Li Xiumiao closed her palms together, and the surging Nether Mana gathered into a vortex on her palms.

Bang!
The vortex exploded.

Spellcast failed.

"It's just a beginner, so I'm not very familiar with it yet." Li Xiumiao smiled coquettishly.

"No problem!" Fang Delin smiled magnanimously, and like a humble gentleman, he quietly waited for Li Xiumiao to cast the spell for the second time.

As the whirlpool gathered by the dark wind appeared again, a translucent long sword slowly emerged from the whirlpool in Li Xiumiao's hands.

Li Xiumiao looked focused. It was obvious that she was really not proficient in this second-level spell.

"Zole!"

When Li Xiumiao's second-level spell was about to be completed, Fang Delin directly used the flying sword in his hand.

This is a sneak attack!

If Li Xiumiao gave up casting spells at this time, the spell would surely backfire; if she continued to cast spells, the high-grade flying sword would pierce her body first.

The corners of Fang Delin's mouth turned up slightly, and he already showed a triumphant smile after victory.

After the top-grade flying sword Mu Shengjian flew a hundred meters away, Li Xiumiao's Yinfeng Ghost Shadow Sword was able to finish casting.

I saw the translucent Yinfeng Ghost Shadow Sword slowly stabbing Fang Delin. The flying speed of the translucent flying sword formed by this spell was not very fast, which was equivalent to the speed of a middle-grade flying sword.

The translucent Yin Feng Ghost Shadow Sword and the aura-filled Mu Sheng Sword passed by each other.

puff!

The Mu Sheng sword penetrated into Li Xiumiao's abdomen.

"Hahahaha..." Fang Delin laughed loudly after succeeding in the sneak attack.

More than two hundred monks from the Green Shirt Order on the Jade Terrace at the foot of the mountain were silent. They held their breath and felt heavy.

However, the strange thing is that the second-level spell Yinfeng Ghost Shadow Sword did not dissipate because Li Xiumiao was struck by the sword. Instead, it flew steadily towards Fang Delin.Fang Delin looked stunned. He used the sword technique but found that his own flying sword was tightly restrained.

how can that be! ?
Fang Delin looked up and saw that Li Xiumiao's abdomen was burning with blazing red flames. It seemed that some magic weapon was trapping his flying sword, preventing it from breaking away.

At this time, the Yinfeng Ghost Shadow Sword has flown over a hundred meters. If Fang Delin hesitates at all, he will be penetrated directly.

Although Fang Delin was quite confident in the robes he was wearing, he decided not to take risks.

Before the Dark Wind Ghost Shadow Sword was about to reach him, Fang Delin turned around and retreated into the light curtain of the magic circle.

Boom.

The Yinfeng Ghost Shadow Sword pierced a huge hole in the light curtain of the magic circle.

This flying sword formed from the ghost energy also dissipated after the explosion.

Li Xiumiao landed from mid-air.

The aura of the Mu Sheng Sword in her hand had been completely wiped away by the Chi Sha Fire.

Li Xiumiao raised her hand and threw the high-grade flying sword directly to Liang Feixue.

"I don't need it, I gave it to you."

Liang Feixue took the high-grade wooden flying sword and was slightly stunned.

This is too generous.

"Miss Li... aren't you a sword cultivator?" Liang Feixue said happily while stroking the high-grade flying sword in her hand.

"No." Li Xiumiao replied coldly.

"Then I'll start refining it." Liang Feixue held the Musheng Sword with both hands and poured the divine consciousness mana in the body towards the higher-grade flying sword.

If this scene fell into the eyes of An Zi from another sect, he would definitely suspect that Li Xiumiao was arranged by the high-level monks from White Castle.

It's a pity that those secret disciples have already left the Green Shirt Club and cannot know about this scene.

……

About 500 meters away from Jade Terrace, there is a dense forest.

in the jungle.

The woman codenamed Chujiu, the secret child of the Ling family in Tianchi Mountain, opened her eyes leisurely.

She found herself wrapped in a black mist. She tried to stand up, but found that she couldn't move.

She was tied behind her back to the trunk of a pine tree.

The rope that tied her was a first-level magic weapon. This kind of magic weapon was called a golden rope. It was made of hair and gold threads and was extremely tough. Unless it was cut off with a flying sword, it would be impossible to do it with human power alone. Break.

The reason why Chujiu knew so clearly was because this bundle of gold rope was the magic weapon in her storage bag.

He was knocked unconscious, his storage bag was taken away, and his magic weapon was refined and tied up instead.

suddenly.

The black fog in front of me rolled.

A man and a woman appeared in front of Chujiu.

The man has a Chinese character face, a tall build, thick hair and is wearing a loose military uniform.

The woman has a smile on her lips and a beautiful appearance. Just one look at her can make people feel close to her.

This man! ?

As an Anzi from Tianchi Mountain, I naturally saw Zhukov's portrait on the ninth day of the lunar month.

He secretly followed the Qing Shihui and was discovered by the senior monks of White Castle.

You will be searched for your soul!
Chujiu stuck out his tongue and pushed it into his mouth.

There is nothing in the mouth.

"Are you looking for this?" Zhu Zishan raised his hand and found a red pill in his hand.

It is the No Regret Pill.

Once you enter the dark hall, you will have no regrets for the rest of your life.

"Girl, you don't have to be afraid. If I wanted to search for your soul, I would have already done it." Zhu Zishan said with a smile on his face.

"Why did you leave me alive? I won't say anything!" Chu Jiuse said with anguish.

(End of this chapter)