Across the Sword III

Chapter 4

As the long sword was unsheathed, a beam of sword light turned into five lightsabers soaring into the sky.Rotating around the ghost king's skull, the five lightsabers are connected to form a trap.The ghost king's skeleton roared in it, and the breath around him continued to expand, and cracks gradually appeared in the trapped formation.

Lin Changfeng quickly rescued Mo Zhi, sent a spirit energy to him who was unconscious, and put him behind the boulder.At this moment, the precarious formation shattered directly.

Lin Changfeng stood with his sword in his hand, looking up at the ghost king's skeleton in mid-air.He looked calm on the surface, but in fact he was already panicking inside.The lantern-sized eyes of Ghost King Skeleton looked at Lin Changfeng, and the empty eye holes shone with a green light, which looked particularly terrifying.

Lin Changfeng felt something was wrong, the ghost king skeleton seemed a little dull, as if he had no intelligence.Lin Changfeng didn't think too much, and cursed in his mouth, using the sword as a pen to draw a talisman in the air.

The talisman immediately shot towards the ghost king's skeleton, and when it touched the yin energy around it, it turned into a sea of ​​flames and enveloped the ghost king's skeleton.

Suddenly, a dark wind blew up, and the skeleton of the ghost king wailed in the fire.Lin Changfeng was a little puzzled, it stands to reason that the ghost king should not only have this level of cultivation.At this time, the flame transformed from the spell disappeared out of thin air.

"Hehe." A seductive laugh came, and a special fragrance filled the air.I saw a figure in a blood-red dress half lying on top of the skull.Bright eyes and bright teeth, the exposed skin is as smooth as warm jade.

Lin Changfeng looked at that figure and felt that Nine Heavens Xuannv was nothing more than that!He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, suddenly his heart tightened, and he hastily recited the Qingxin mantra several times before he stabilized himself.

He cursed a few times in his heart, and the strength of the sword in his hand increased a little bit.He knew that this ghost thing was not easy. "Little guy, it's interesting." The figure looked at Lin Changfeng with winking eyes and said.

Lin Changfeng had a bad heart, still lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her and said: "Miss, we just broke in by accident, so let's go, let's go." Then he backed away.

"Hehe. Since you're here, why don't you stay with my sister." The voice was a bit cold, and he waved his sleeves after speaking.A red light came towards Lin Changfeng.

Lin Changfeng cursed secretly in his heart, "If you say you turn your face, you will turn your face. You really deserve to be a woman." He quickly raised his sword and slashed, and the sword energy collided with the red light to cancel it out.

He rubbed his chest and cursed: "If you don't show any color to you, you'll be treated like a master." After speaking, he took a few steps forward and flew up. The "Wan Jian Jue" suddenly transformed into thousands of swords, and countless sword shadows danced in the air.

Lin Changfeng's face was pale. For him, the move of the Shushan Supreme Sword was still a bit reluctant.Those swords are somewhat illusory.He controlled the sword in the air, and made a formula in his hand "Go".Thousands of flying swords, like wind and rain, moved towards that figure.

I saw a short stick made of some kind of bone appeared in front of her, like paint and ink, exuding wisps of black air.With her fiddling, it continuously hovered in front of her, forming a blue light shield.

Thousands of sword shadows fell on it like raindrops, and suddenly there were blue and white lights, and there was a huge roar.Under the collision, sword shadows continued to shatter, but the remaining sword shadows continued to fall.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Lin Changfeng's mouth, his whole body was shaking, and he gritted his teeth to resist this move.The ghost king was also uncomfortable, she really didn't expect it, but a ten-year-old child's cultivation skills are surprisingly high.

At this time, after receiving the paper crane in Shushan, the head of Xuan Yi disappeared in the Tai Chi Hall.

　Ah, for Iao, come on, cook.Heroes don't care where they come from, and cooking doesn't matter how heavy they are.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)