Porter of Two Worlds

The ghost king is really angry, dark clouds are surging, like a roll of ink rolling, a gust of wind, and there seems to be evil spirits dormant inside, making everyone feel cold.

As soon as the words "You're looking for death" came out, a wicked atmosphere was brewing in Heiyun, and the ghost king Zhenjun was about to act on Bai Yang.

As a Shinto real monarch, he occupies a decisive position in the blood lotus religion. He directly obeys the leader and decides the lives and deaths of countless people. Who dares to speak to him like this? He threatened to slaughter him. If he didn't annihilate the poplar, he would have his face in front of others?

On the wall, Bai Yang narrowly looked at the dark cloud and said coldly, "Let me die? It's up to you?"

"dead!"

In the dark cloud came the cold voice of Ghost King Zhenjun without any emotion, as if Poplar was already a dead person.

There is no unnecessary nonsense, he just started to do it. Aspen is in his eyes just an ant, and it can be destroyed.

Can Aspens Fly? Going against the wind? Real person? He is a real prince, and a real person is not enough to look at him.

"Roar……"

A chilling yelling roar sounded in the dark clouds, and the next moment, there was a great wind in the sky. An evil monster rushed out of the dark clouds, only to the poplars.

What comes out of the black cloud is a person, but not a person.

He was completely black, not an entity at all. His dark eyes were like black holes, beating black light, surrounded by black gas, and holding a black sword that was also not an entity.

Seeing this evil thing appearing, more than a thousand people were chilling all over, the stuff was too evil, and at first glance I felt that I was in an ice cellar.

There is only a wrong name in the world, and no wrong nickname. Although a true monk, the ghost king Zhenjun takes the evil demon, killing and taking souls, making evil spirits for him to drive, and possessing weird means.

"Compared to the evil spirits of the Grand Master's realm?" In the distance, above the sky, saw the evil figure, a jade pine eyebrow in a gold robe, and then he looked at the white poplar on the wall, very curious. What can Aspen do to resolve this crisis.

Taking the cultivation of the master of Yu Cangsong's realm, of course, we can see the cultivation of the realm of Bai Yang Yin God. However, Yin God and Zhen Jun are two different realms. How can they be resolved?

"That was the head of the Pinewood School. The master's realm was repaired, but he was killed and refined into a ghost?"

Outside the city wall, above the treetops of the big tree, one of the first people to come, Master Jun saw the evil spirit rushing to the poplar and muttered to himself, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He clearly knew the devil's life, but at this time, the other party had become a devil, without thought, and enslaved.

Many people's eyes flickered at this moment, and there was a hint of enlightenment in their hearts.

Yes, such as today ’s chaos, the blood lotus teaches the demon to kill evil spirits everywhere to make evil methods. How can peace times be so convenient today?

The sword-eating ghost that flew from the dark cloud was fast and erratic, and the figure appeared outside the poplar Baiduomi, and appeared in front of him in the next moment.

In the face of the evil spirit coming out of the sky, Bai Yang's heart tightened. It was a sense of crisis from the depths of his soul. The evil spirit with a sword was enough to threaten his life!

"Master cautious" exclaimed the kitten, just like countless times, the first time he appeared beside Bai Yang with a sword.

With his eyes narrowed, in the face of the evil spirit coming out of the sky, Bai Yang's eyes smiled: "Old man, get him, give you a chance to pretend to be strong"

On the side, the blind expression of Shan Qiulin Yun's light and windy expression suddenly smirked.

He couldn't see it, but it didn't mean he couldn't feel it. The evil spirits rushed in. He stepped forward and raised the wooden sword in his hand, a wooden sword made of rotten wood, and worm eyes on it.

Who is that? blind? Disabled? A warrior, holding a piece of broken wood, facing the evil spirit of the master's realm? Are you funny?

Seeing this scene, countless people under the city wall looked stunned.

Roar!

The evil spirit flew, making a roar of evil, not a creature, and waving the sword in his hand.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, the wind is overwhelming, but when you hear the wind, there isn't any wind blowing around.

With a wave of the evil spirit's sword, a three-meter-long evil black swordman appeared and chopped down at the poplar on the city wall.

That dark sword-mang didn't give people a sharp feeling, nor did the sword-man motivated by the warrior's anger and enthusiasm stir the situation, but it just made people feel cold!

The means of Shinto monks is not to target the physical body, but to kill the enemy from its source.

If this sword light is cut on a person, there may be no body but fart, but the soul will definitely be torn by a sword. This is the magic of a Shinto monk, or rather, it is a magical method of evil spirits.

Evil ghosts are no longer living creatures, but evil spirits and evil things.

Facing that evil sword light, Shan Qiulin's expression remained unchanged, and the wooden sword in his hand moved forward a little!

The wooden sword was pointed out, there was no earth-shattering power, and it was flat, just like an autumn breeze, very natural and quiet.

However, when the sword was handed out, the invisible air at the tip of the wooden sword seemed like a stone dropped on the calm water surface, making waves ripple!

Hum ...

The ripples spread, and the wicked sword light exploded, and then collapsed and turned into a wicked gas, and disappeared.

"Off!" Shan Qiulin spit out such a word gently.

When the word was spoken, the wooden sword in his hand moved forward again.

Hum!

At the point of the sword, still in the twisted air, the ripples surged forward, and the void seemed to stand still, and the evil spirit from the sky was in a body.

The next moment, the ghost's body looked like a piece of paper, shattered in the twisting void, and turned into a black evil spirit and disappeared!

Extinct, the evil spirits are extinct!

On the city wall, Shan Qiulin closed his sword, stepped back, and looked calm, as if nothing had happened.

Silence, outside the city wall, fell into a strange silence at this moment.

Evil, a ghost equivalent to the master's realm, was destroyed by the blind man with a wooden sword? And it's just a sword!

How did you do it? What means is that?

Many people's eyes flickered, and they looked at the blind Shan Qiulin, what they realized, and then looked at him, their eyes were different, and he was no longer regarded as a martial arts residue.

In the void, there was an accident in Yu Cangsong's face in the Grand Master's realm. The will of martial arts, the dregs of the martial arts realm, actually realized the will of martial arts? The evil spirit is not so much killed by his sword, it is better to be killed by his sharp will like a sword. He will use his own will to stimulate the swordsmanship and use the power of heaven and earth for his own use. How is this possible? He is just a warrior Ah, is n’t the martial arts master able to get to this point?

"Interesting," Luo Guangyuan, a blood tiger, whispered to himself.

A martial arts dregs, actually realized the will of martial arts, although very weak, but only the martial arts have this perception, once grown up, the achievements are limitless!

On the city wall, Poplar raised an eyebrow, and his face flashed a little unexpectedly. I didn't expect that Shan Qiulin could get it. He looked at Shan Qiulin strangely, and Poplar grinned, "Lao Dan, this pretends to be OK, but unfortunately. Ah, you can't see it, if you can see the horrified eyes in front, you must be very happy. "

Shan Qiulin was unmoved, as if he had done a trivial little thing, and shook his head calmly: "The sword technique I created has not been completely perfected. It can even be said that this trick has not been perfected. Out, it's the limit to destroy a ghost

Poplar turned a poplar, loaded, and continued loading, don't think I don't know you still have big tricks, when facing blood babies I didn't see the vortex around you ...

"It's interesting, it's really interesting, little warrior, actually realized the will of martial arts, very good, really good, you made me feel good, killed you, made your soul into a ghost, and let you continue to grow Go on for me to drive, maybe one day in the future you can really surprise me! The treasures bred by the dragon vein, no matter what, get your soul, it is already worth the money! "

A murmured voice filled the audience.

The voice came from the dark clouds. The ghost king Zhenjun was not angry with Shan Qiulin who killed one of his evil spirits.

Obviously, Ghost King Zhenjun looked at Shan Qiulin and wanted to turn his soul into a puppet.

In the face of such red fruit, Shan Qiulin was still calm and unmoved by foreign objects.

With his eyes narrowed, Bai Yang looked at Heiyun and said with a smile: "Ghost King Zhenjun? Don't you dare to see people with hidden heads and tails? Are there any other tricks you can use? Wait until you have no chance, don't say I have not given you a chance! "

Countless people raised eyebrows below, is this poplar really a brain disabled? How many times angered a true Shinto prince? Is it enough?

"Hehehe, since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!" Ghost King Zhenjun smiled.

"Wait" When the ghost king Zhenjun was about to start again, Bai Yang said suddenly.

What moths does this man want? The people below were weird, and even the ghost king Zhenjun subdued his anger.

Bai Yang smiled at the group of black clouds and said, "Wait a second and then settle the bill with you. Now I'll handle something else."

"Oh, you are going to die anyway, I see what you want to do," Ghost King Zhenjun said with interest.

Poplar nodded and looked outside the city wall and said, "Before, it seemed that someone wanted to kill my kitten?"

While talking, Bai Yang looked coldly at the Shinto monk on the Bibo River, the first real Shinto monk who came, and the other party stood in the void with a three-inch red **** sword on his head. Although in the valley, this picture of a Shinto real person urging a magic weapon to kill a kitten, Aspen, is in his eyes. How can he let it go?

"Master" kitten worried.

Everyone followed Bai Yang's eyes and looked at that Shinto real person, and the other person became the target of all at once.

"Huh!" Facing the eyes of everyone, he snorted coldly, and the small sword over his head was red.

With a chuckle, Bai Yang looked at the other person in a cold voice and said, "No one can save you if you want to kill my cat. Give me death!"

"It's up to you? I'll kill you first!" The other side said coldly.

Anyway, he is also a Shinto realm. He is threatened by Poplar in front of so many people. If he doesn't do it, he doesn't have to confuse because he has no face.

call out!

The red sword on his head flew out, rose to three meters in response to the storm, the flames thinned, turned into a big flame bird, and rushed to the poplar with a rolling heat wave ...