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As if the tempered Hedao was visibly lit up with the blessing of thunder and lightning, some snowflakes continued to fall on the Nihon Knife, and then melted by the terrifying temperature to make a Zrazla sound.

Yuan Cangtai's toes fell slightly, and the ground cracked directly like a meteorite smashing it, and the cracks continued to extend.

Gen Cangtai rushed towards Wu Miao like a predatory falcon, and the sound of the dendritic lightning that had just flashed in the sky only reached the human world at this moment.

"Boom, boom!"

was accompanied by a purple bolt of lightning.

The heavenly thunder smashed into the Japanese wheel knife in Yuan Cangtai's hand like this.

The tyrannical power was all poured into the narrow Nihon Wheel Knife

, and the already powerful Blade seemed to come to life at this moment! The Blade, which carried the power of thunder and lightning, made a squeaky sound, as if to remind Yuan Cangtai that if this knife was not cut out again, then the blade would be broken under this violent force.

Yuan Cangtai took a deep breath, and there was only one figure in his indifferent pupils.

Yuan Cangtai didn't pay attention to what was going on in his heart, and went straight to Wumiao's head and swung out with a knife.

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lightning in the sky wandered above the black silk clouds, as if reflecting this sword, and the sound was even stronger.

The thunder roared, the purple lightning intertwined, and the momentum overshadowed the roar in the air.

And in the face of this knife, he put away his usual carelessness, and the four stabbing whips behind his back pierced through the black suit carefully prepared by Wu Miao, and the blood-red, thick, and evil stabbing whips surrounded Wu Miao in front of him trying to block this knife.

"Boom !!"

with a full thunder and lightning power, the knife sliced on the top of the miserable stabbing whip like cutting tofu.

The sturdy jade pillar-like whip made a piercing sound when it touched the blade, and then turned into a black carbon-like shape.

The sword easily broke through the defenses built by Wu Miao, and then slashed towards Wu Miao's body.

It's like coming into contact with an outlet where you can vent again.

In Wu Miao's shocked gaze, the power of the furious thunder poured into Wu Miao's body.

The tremendous energy and paralyzing effect made Wumiao's face reveal a trace of pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

As the ancestor of the demons, he didn't know how long he hadn't felt this kind of pain.

And at this moment, Wu Miao directly matched the figure of Yuan Cangtai with the terrifying man in the depths of his memory.

A huge hole was cut in the abdomen by the endless land of thunder and lightning, but the next moment it immediately recovered, as if nothing had happened.

Hedao continued to move forward until he split his body in two, and Gen Cangtai's figure flickered again, still protecting in front of the old wooden house, but it was no longer the same as the feeling at the beginning.

Yuan Cangtai's forehead was already covered with sweat, which contained the powerful damage that the true heavenly thunder power directly brought to Yuan Cangtai that he hadn't expected.

But what he didn't expect even more was the almost bug-like terrifying regeneration ability of Wu Miserable.

"Is this the Demon Ancestor?" Yuan Cangtai's heart sank, he knew that the knife just now belonged to the right time and place, and it still consumed a lot of his physical strength.

With such a high-intensity sword, even if there is a group of lower strings in front of him, Yuan Cangtai can be sure to kill them all.

But this knife slashed on Wu Miao's body can be restored immediately.

That's the gap.

Yuan Cangtai's face looked extremely heavy.

The strength of the Ghost King Wumiao was much beyond his imagination, and the terrifying recovery ability was a strength he had never felt.

Yuan Cangtai felt that no matter how many slashes he slashed, the Ghost King would not be fatally harmed.

"No, we have to think of something else.

Yuan Cangtai's arm trembled slightly, which was a sign of detachment.

The power of thunder is not something that anyone can control.

Under the seemingly glamorous appearance, Gen Cangtai is not as relaxed as he imagined.

"Oh, is that all there is to it?" Wu Miao's tone was tinged with a hint of mockery, as if he felt a little sorry for Yuan Cangtai's strength.

After experiencing the initial shock, he ate Yuan Cangtai's powerful knife, and the damage suffered was not as heavy as he imagined.

It doesn't seem to be a descendant of that man.

Wu Miao breathed a sigh of relief, it was no wonder that he, the king of ten thousand ghosts, was afraid, it was really the strength of the ghost swordsman he met five hundred years ago was too strong.

At the peak of his strength, the self-confident Wu Miao was directly shattered by a ghost swordsman named Ji Guo Yuanyi, and what shattered along with it was his unparalleled confidence.

Since the worst-case scenario has not materialized, there is a lot of room for manoeuvre.

The pale fingers of Wu Miao were slightly together, and pink thorn whips grew out from the place where they passed through the spine, waving in the air like a headless giant snake, showing their momentum.

"Since you only have this strength, then you better die!" Wu Miao waved his hand, and the thorn whip behind him rushed straight towards Yuan Cangtai, who was recovering his strength.

Yuan Cangtai smiled, and silently expanded the field again.

"Did someone say that you will be beaten if you talk like this?"

When this sentence was finished, Yuan Cangtai had already disappeared from the ground, and staggered past Wu Miao's side, looking back indifferently at Wu Miao's pale side face.

The Nichicha knife once again carried an electric current that symbolized danger, and slashed diagonally towards the head of the miserable.

Yuan Cang is too hands-on.

Wu Miao instantly retracted his whip and swung it towards Yuan Cangtai, but it was empty, and at the same time, the sound of footsteps and muscle tearing sounded beside him.

Yuan Cangtai's figure disappeared again, but the suit behind Wu Miao was torn, and the flesh flew, revealing a huge bloody mouth that was deep enough to see the bones.

This knife slashed Wu Miao again!

But the flesh and blood on Wu Miao's body seemed to come back to life, and the smooth back seemed to have undergone a new life.

The fiery, burning pain rose behind Wu Miao, and although it was only a fleeting moment, the blow had already made him feel very bad.

Yuan Cangtai stood ten meters away, quietly wiped his sweat, and the blood above the Rilun knife in his hand was steamed up by the intense high temperature, "The so-called ghost king, in my opinion, is nothing more than that."

"You should know that you can't keep up with me right now, I may not be able to kill you once, twice, dozens of times, but if you try too much, you can always cut off your head and take it to the ghost killing team."

"What a coincidence. Wu Miao also showed a disgusting smile, "There have been people from the Ghost Slayer Team who have told me such things before, but hundreds of years have passed, and now there is only me standing in front of you, and they have long since turned into dry bones and disappeared into the dust of history."

A trace of anger crossed the depths of Yuan Cangtai's eyes, but he did not answer the sentence of no misery.

It's just that the colors in the eyes are constantly merging, gradually turning into the purest... Flames!