Infinite Luck Master

Use the formation to forcibly bind all the auras within a thousand miles around here.

At this time, the Ghost King and Qingyun Mountain have completely integrated into one.

The power of the Zhuxian Sword was not only doubled, but enhanced by tens of times, thus increasing the strength of the Ghost King to a point where almost all ghosts and gods were shocked.

Although the weapons are superior, the gap in strength is even greater.

Feeling the powerful pressure that makes it almost impossible to breathe...

Su Jing gritted his teeth and thought to himself, I will directly cut off your Zhuxian with the Mo Forget Sword. I don’t believe that you can still control the formation after the sword is broken.

After gathering the twenty-seventh force of Yuxiao on his own body, he directly pushed Qu Wuyi away with his other hand.

In the palm of his hand, he seemed to be holding a white lightning, like an unyielding thunder beast, roaring the most angrily to the sky.

The mighty sword energy and the white lightning are about to come into contact...

It must be a ground-breaking and earth-shattering blow.

However……

Dongfang Bai suddenly shrank his pupils, rushed to Su Jing, and shouted: "Master, be careful!!!"

Ignoring his Tianmo Qin, he reached out and grabbed the Mo Forget Sword in Su Jing's palm.

In an instant, boundless resentment invaded his brain.

The Don't Forget Sword was created specifically for Su Jing. The boundless resentment was of no use in front of Su Jing, but Dongfang Bai was the supreme Taoist.

The Mo Forget Sword was still tightly attached to his palm for an instant.

At first, it was Dongfang Bai who held the sword, but after a while, it was Mo Wangjian who was clinging to Dongfang Bai, and kept absorbing his life force.

But it was just a fleeting moment.

Dongfang's white face turned extremely old, and his hair instantly turned snow-white...

He screamed in pain, but his movements did not stop at all.

He raised his sword and slashed hard.

There was nothing fancy, just relying on his own strong remaining strength, and Mo Wang Jian Tong's spirituality, seemed to have realized that Dongfang Bai was fighting for Su Jing, and the powerful vitality that he had absorbed and left was sent into his body.

"kill!!!"

With a shrill roar, Dongfang Bai held on to the Mo Forgetting Sword and struck hard with the Zhuxian Sword.

There was a soft swishing sound.

The Zhuxian Sword was broken immediately, and the half-broken blade fell directly to the ground...

However, the spiritual energy had no effect at all. The extremely powerful pressure was only triggered by the sword. Although the sword was broken, the torrent of spiritual energy was not weakened at all. It was like the Milky Way leaking down to the sky, completely submerging Dongfang Bai.

However, the true meaning of the blood-red thunder of the Mo Forget Sword also forcibly broke through the shackles of the torrent of spiritual energy and directly hit the Ghost King's chest.

His chest immediately sunk deeply.

The ghost king vomited blood and retreated.

Compared to the Ghost King, Dongfang Bai was much more miserable. Under the torrent of spiritual energy, he was directly stirred to the point where his body was completely damaged.

As for Mo Wangjian, who forcibly took control of Su Jing, the sequelae completely broke out at this time... Dongfang Bai's face was extremely old, like an octogenarian who had been withered for many years.

He opened his mouth, but even a lot of teeth fell out. He spoke in a leaky voice and hissed: "Master, leave quickly. This ghost king occupies a favorable geographical position. It is really unfavorable to fight him head-on here... Lead him out of Qingyun Mountain. Even if he has the Immortal Killing Sword, he can't compete with his master's magic weapon!"

Su Jing took a deep look at the Ghost King who had fallen to the ground.

But he suddenly straightened up, and his dry chest had completely recovered in just a few breaths...

His face was just flushed, and he was obviously seriously injured.

Taking the Mo Forget Sword handed back by Dongfang Bai, Su Jing looked at the Ghost King with a solemn expression.

The geographical advantage.

Indeed...

The power of the Zhuxian Sword may be slightly better than the Ziying Sword and the Qingsuo Sword alone, and even better than the Qixi Sword...

But it is absolutely incomparable to the Mo Forget Sword in his hand.

However, the Zhuxian Sword occupies a favorable geographical position.

Different from the speed of the two swords of Heavenly Thunder entering the stream of light, the function of the Zhuxian Sword is to mobilize the spiritual energy of the entire Qingyun Mountain. With one strike of the sword, all the spiritual energy of the spiritual mountain is suppressed... No matter how sharp your weapons are, no matter how strong your strength is. High strength.

Facing such a mighty power of heaven and earth, unless you have absolute strength to fight against it, there is no way to resist it.

Just like just now, Dongfang Bai's strength was still better than his own, and he was holding the Mo Forget Sword, but he was still severely injured by the Zhuxian Sword.

Even if it were me, I probably couldn't do any better.

Seeing that the Ghost King was greatly affected by this sword.

There were some thoughts in his eyes, and he shouted: "Don't pester, leave quickly, leave Qingyun Mountain first!!!"

After saying that, he slashed out with his sword and filled the air with blood and thunder... directly dispersing all the fine sword energy around him.

Pull over the nearest 婵婠.

The other hand held the almost crippled Dongfang Bai.

He shouted via electrocardiogram: "I already have a way to deal with the Ghost King, but now, I have to leave here first!"

Finished.

Several people ran down the mountain in tacit agreement at the same time.

"Escape...did you escape?"

The Ghost King twisted his neck, and there was a crunching sound of bones.

A cold and stern look appeared on his face, and he sneered: "You just wiped out all three righteous sects with one sword, but the four major sects of our holy religion are still intact. They are waiting for you at the foot of the mountain... You guys No matter where you go, you can't escape from my grasp today."

After saying that, he lowered his head and glanced at the broken Zhuxian Sword.

Carefully pick up the half of the sword blade and put it away.

Then, move forward.

But he had just run a few steps...

Suddenly a white light flashed.

A pretty woman had landed on the treetops high up, looking at the Ghost King with a serious look, and said: "Don't chase me!"

The Ghost King gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You come to delay me again?!"

The woman said lightly: "I just don't want you to repay kindness with enmity. If you want to chase me, I will definitely make you pay an unbearable price."

Ghost King: "……………………………………"

Su Jing and others were very fast.

Speeding along the way, they soon came to a dense bamboo forest with no one.

Su Jing suddenly felt something in his heart, stopped, and said: "The Ghost King didn't catch up... Stop for a while."

As he said, he looked at Dongfang Bai who was held in his hand.

At this time, he was already out of breath.

It seems that the injury from forcibly seizing the Mowang Sword is more serious than the serious injury from the Ghost King...

I didn't expect that after the Mowang Sword absorbed the Blood Spring and the Ghost Spring, it would have such power, and could even compete with the Zhuxian Sword that absorbed an entire spiritual mountain. Even though it was slightly inferior, it was still a glorious defeat. ,

But I didn't expect the repulsion function of the Mowang Sword to be so terrible.

Looking at Dongfang Bai at this time, he seemed to be exhausted.

Su Jing put him down.

A slightly solemn look appeared on his face...

Dongfang Bai was just his tool, and this time he came here with the intention of using him as cannon fodder.

But now, he is really no longer able to do it.

Su Jing felt a little sad in his heart...After all, he blocked this almost fatal sword for himself.