Lu Wenfu and others on the high platform were overjoyed when they saw this scene, and shouted to the people around them: "The Ghost King is dead, why don't you go forward and wipe out all these little ghosts?" Suddenly there were several rays of light on and off the stage. At the same time, rush into the core of the disciples of the Ghost Hall. Those who can perform the art of combining body and sword are at least the disciples of the literary generation. These few people took the lead, and the rest rushed forward. The Kunlun disciples who were originally on the defensive suddenly became more powerful and began to counterattack.
At first, we could clearly distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, but soon they got mixed up. Except for the Kunlun disciples guarding the high platform, there was already a melee below.
On another high platform, a man held a long sword and stared at the black dragon transformed by Fuchenzi without blinking. A person next to him said: "Senior Brother Zhou, the Ghost Transformation King is trapped in the Proud Sword Art and is dead. Seeing that the victory is ahead, let's go down and kill a few more demons."
The person who calls him Senior Brother Zhou is Zhou Qing. Although he is still a little thin now, his face is as sharp and sharp as a knife, showing that he has matured a lot. He said calmly: "Who will win and who will lose will not be known until the last moment. Junior brother wants to go down and kill more demons, so feel free to do so."
Seeing that Zhou Qing was unmoved, the disciple who suggested advice had no choice but to fly down with his sword, and in an instant he was submerged in the melee of swords and swords. Zhou Qing sneered, turned to look at the high platform where Lu Wenfu was, and saw that the four Taoists were sitting cross-legged to recover their strength, and seemed to have no intention of taking action. After Zhou Qing thought for a while, he realized that maybe these four people were here specifically to use Fuchenzi's joint skills and would not take action easily. Maybe Fuchenzi failed to kill the ghost king and would borrow the power of these four people when his true energy was insufficient. . Thinking of this, he sacrificed his sword and flew up, rushing towards the high platform.
Lu Wenfu was watching the fight between Fuchenzi and the Ghost King. He saw the black dragon circling repeatedly, but Fuchenzi never came out. It could be seen that the Ghost King was trapped inside and was not dead, but was still struggling. From the corner of his eye, he saw a sword light coming down. When he looked carefully, he saw that it was his disciple Zhou Qing. He said warmly: "You are here at the right time. Your fellow apprentices and I need to recover our strength as soon as possible. At this time, we do not want others to disturb us, so please stay safe." Stay here to protect the Dharma for us." Lu Wenfu was not optimistic about Zhou Qing at first, but who would have thought that Zhou Qing's cultivation level improved very quickly, and he quickly became a leader among his disciples. It caught him by surprise.
Zhou Qing bowed and said: "Master sends me orders, how dare I disobey you?"
Lu Wenfu nodded and said: "Okay, when the big event comes to an end, I will definitely reward you greatly as my master." Relaxed, he concentrated on restoring his true energy. The mission of these four people is indeed as Zhou Qing expected. It is specially designed to provide Fu Chenzi with the power of the sword. As long as Fu Chenzi is not defeated, he can borrow the power of these four people at any time until the four people's true energy is exhausted. Replaced by four others. It is a pity that there are not many people in the Kunlun Sect who can perform the Proud Sword Art of Dacheng Realm. People like Lu Wenfu can only serve as assistants. If everyone had exquisite swordsmanship, countless people would display the power of the Five Elements on this high platform. , What kind of ability does a person who breaks into this four-spirit and all-things formation need to be able to stand firm?
Zhou Qing stood beside the four men with his sword in hand, coldly watching the battle at his feet.
The circling and tumbling black dragon finally changed, and a stream of green flames emerged from the gaps in the dragon's body. At first, there was only a little bit, but later it spread more and more, and the flames rose out of thin air. The green flames continued to burn the black dragon's body. After a while, the black dragon scales on the dragon's body were dyed dark green and peeled off. The black dragon twisted more and more fiercely, and the green flames burned fiercely like adding fuel to the fire. However, such a fierce flame had no burning energy at all, but instead exuded an extremely cold chill.
An old Taoist next to Lu Wenfu said in shock: "This is a will-o'-the-wisp. I'm afraid that my uncle won't be able to trap the Ghost King and will let him out." As if to verify that what this man said was true, there was a roar from below. There was a loud noise, and the huge black dragon's body suddenly swelled, and then shattered inch by inch. Countless green flames spurted out from the broken parts, submerging the black dragon's broken body in the blink of an eye.
Fu Chenzi's muffled groan came from the depths of the flames, and a black light flew out from the green flames and fell to the high platform where Lu Wenfu was. It looked like he was Fu Chenzi himself, but his face looked different at this moment. He was pale, his hair was curly, and there were many green fires burning all over his body. As soon as Fuchenzi landed on the stage riding the enlightened beast, he shook his whole body and extinguished the remaining green fire, and then said angrily: "The Ghost-Transforming King is really not a trivial matter. He has six incarnations, and three of them were beheaded by Pindao, but he was again I have no power to continue fighting. My nephews, please cast spells quickly. I don¡¯t believe how long he can last under my repeated stunts."
When Lu Wenfu and others heard this, they all stood up and kneaded their swords at the same time, hoping to use the art of joining hands again.
In the rolling green flames, four huge figures flickered in and out of flames, one of themDao riding on the black smoke horse is none other than the Ghost King himself. After an angry shout, the spreading flames shrank inward at the same time, and in a blink of an eye they were gathered into the gourd behind the Ghost King. Only four Ghost Kings were left on the scene, three of them had the same appearance as the Ghost King. He performed it like an incarnation. On the sickle in the hand of the Ghost King riding on the black smoke colt, there were several cracks that had broken open, which should have been left during the fierce battle with Fuchenzi just now. The other three incarnations, one holding a giant axe, one holding a giant hammer, and one holding a flail, were all powerful weapons. They all stared at the high platform where Fu Chenzi was standing with ferocious faces.
The Ghost King shouted: "Old bastard, take your life!" He and the three incarnations beside him rushed towards the stage at the same time, and four billowing smoke and dust reached the bottom of the high stage in an instant. Fuchenzi shook his long sword, splitting four sword lights to split the four people, and said without looking back: "Master nephew, are you ready?"
Suddenly I heard someone sneer and say: "I'm afraid they won't have this chance." A cold breath came from behind him, and then the sword light brightened, and several screams were heard.
Fuchenzi turned around in horror, only to see a Kunlun disciple transform into a long-haired and charming person, stabbing him with a sword with a sneer on his face. Around him, Lu Wenfu and others all fell in a pool of blood.
"Are you a member of the Ghost Hall?" As soon as Fu Chenzi said these words, Zhou Qing's sword reached behind him. Fu Chenzi's anger was uncontrollable. Although he became hasty, he was a man of advanced cultivation. The figure moved forward, and Zhou Qing's sword fell into the air. Fuchenzi was about to kill Zhou Qing, but the light of the Ghost King's sword also reached his head. Four figures surrounded Fuchenzi, with axes, hammers, and flails all coming out. Fuchenzi was already exhausted, how could he withstand this attack? They were surrounded and beaten, and after a loud shout, the ghost king knocked away the sword in his hand with a sickle, and another clone's giant hammer crashed down on him.
Fuchenzi¡¯s body-protecting Qi was immediately smashed to pieces, and the person was beaten backwards from the Kaiming Beast until he vomited blood, and flew back towards Zhou Qing. A cold light flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes, and he was instantly freed from the ghost possession. A ghost figure jumped forward and caught Fu Chenzi. Amidst Fuchenzi's hoarse and frightened screams, countless blood lines emerged from his body and were sucked away by the ghost.
With a plop, when the dust fell from the dust, it was already a withered corpse wearing a Taoist robe.
Zhou Qing moved his hand, and the ghost flew back. Zhou Qing looked at the corpse at his feet and couldn't help laughing wildly at the thought of devouring the blood essence of a person with such a level of cultivation.
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The experience the day after tomorrow was too bad. I finished posting last night and went to bed. When I woke up in the morning, I saw that it had not been posted, so I had to post it again. Now I have been stuck for half an hour in posting this chapter. I really don¡¯t know what happened