Chapter 457 You Are Not Worthy of Being a Human Being!

"Today, even if you have three heads and six arms, you will not escape death! If you hurt my son, I will not tear you into pieces, I will not be a human being!"

While Wen Xiangxin was speaking, a soft sword was already in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the ghost's hand, with boundless murderous aura, covering the ghost's hand like an invisible net.

"You are not worthy of being a human being!"

With a sarcasm on his face, the ghost smiled coldly, the real energy in his body was circulating, his whole body was boiling with fighting spirit, and he said loudly: "I will send you to hell, there, go and repent for the crimes you committed!"

"You want to kill me just because you are a Xuan-level junior martial artist? Wishful thinking!"

Wen Xiangxin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

He didn't want to lower himself and kill Ghost Shou himself, but Ghost Shou abolished his son Wen Shiba and completely enraged him. If he didn't kill this man, the hatred in his heart would be hard to get rid of.

"Is it?"

The ghost hand smiled proudly, and used the "Buddha's Wrath Golden Staff Kungfu" to activate the true energy in the body to rotate at a high speed, and the aura of the whole person rose steadily, and instantly drove away the coercion that Wen Xiangxin had put on him.

Although Gui Shou's level of cultivation is far inferior to Wen Xiangxin's, the level of kung fu he cultivates is far from comparable to Wen Xiangxin's. With the rapid circulation of his true energy, his fighting spirit soars wildly, and he seems to be faintly overwhelming Wen Xiangxin.

"Heaven-level exercises...you must be practicing heaven-level exercises..."

Wen Xiangxin looked at the ghost hand's eyes, with a frenzied and greedy light, and murmured.

After he got a heaven-level exercise from the "Valley of Ten Thousand Medicines", although he pondered and comprehended it day and night, the heaven-level exercise was too profound and mysterious for him, and he couldn't get it right for a moment.

At this moment, he saw that the ghost hand was under his own pressure, but his fighting spirit rose wildly, and he was on the same level as himself. From this, he speculated that the ghost hand practice is a heavenly skill, and it is deeper than his comprehension.

The gap in realm is made up with higher-level exercises, which is also one of the reasons why some warriors have the ability to leapfrog challenges.

Wouldn't it be a shortcut if he could subdue Ghost Hand and force him to hand over the heavenly skills he had practiced and the insights he had gained from cultivation?

"Take your life!"

Wen Xiangxin charged forward and walked on the snow. After a few steps, the soles of his feet left the ground, his body turned into a white awn, and swept across the air. At the same time, he shook the long sword in his hand. The ghost hand of God enveloped the past.

He could see that Guishou was an extremely proud person, and it would not be easy to force Guishou to reveal the secrets of the heaven-level exercises. He had to defeat him with absolute strength and make him feel fearful before he could hope to ask. Get what you want.

The same "Eighteen Swords of Wind and Rain", used by Wen Xiangxin, is far more powerful than Wen Shiba,

When Wen Shiba used the "Eighteen Swords of Gale and Rain", six swords were superimposed and burst out in an instant, while Wen Xiangxin had nine swords stacked one after another, and the power of the sword burst out, not to mention the strength of the sword.

Wen Xiangxin was full of confidence, the ghost hand could block his son's powerful blow, but it was difficult for him to catch his own sword.

Ordinary Xuan-level junior fighters, facing Wen Xiangxin's peak sword technique of fast, ruthless, and accurate swordsmanship, would definitely despair, close their eyes and wait for death, but the ghost hand is fearless.

The fighting spirit was burning in the ghost hand's chest, and the right fist, which had already been filled with metallic true energy, swung forward when the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand was about to stab his chest.

call--

The wind of the fist roared, and the real energy surged. The speed of the ghost hand's punch seemed to be faster and faster than the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand. It seemed to break through the sound barrier, and there was a slight roar.

"You are looking for death!"

The devil's hand actually punched the tip of his sword with a fist, it was extremely arrogant, Wen Xiangxin's eyes turned cold.

The soft sword in his hand is made of special materials, much more flexible and sharper than ordinary long swords, let alone a flesh and blood body, even a thin iron plate can easily penetrate after he has infused the power of his true essence.

Wen Xiangxin was looking forward to his sword, which would directly break through Ghost Hand's fist and penetrate his entire arm.

The moment the fist touched the tip of the sword, Wen Xiangxin seemed to see a slight golden glow on the end of the ghost hand's fist, which dazzled his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an illusion appeared in front of his eyes - the ghost hand turned into a Buddha, and the fist that the ghost hand blasted seemed to be the golden Zen staff waving by the Buddha.

The Buddha glared furiously, and struck directly with the Zen stick, with a force like a mountain, and smashed hard on the tip of his sword.

when--

The sound of metal clashing sounded, and a force with a strong aura of attack spread along the sword body, like a huge wave sweeping, like a turbulent wave crashing into the shore, pouring into Wen Xiangxin's body, causing his chest to throb with blood.

Wen Xiangxin tried his best to suppress it, but there was still a stream of blood slowly overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

When the two sides fought this time, Wen Xiangxin was injured by the kickback of the ghost hand's punch.

Wen Xiangxin retreated sharply and landed on the ground. The five fingers of his right hand tightened suddenly, and it was only then that he was holding the soft sword in his hand, otherwise the soft sword would have been thrown out of his hand.

Wen Xiangxin was terrified. Only then did he understand why the sword flew out and the tiger's mouth was shattered when his son Wen Shiba fought with the ghost that day in Jinling.

It's not that the son's strength is too weak, but that the ghost's fist is too powerful.

The power of the ghost hand's punch just now has far exceeded the limit of strength that a beginner martial artist at the Xuan level can achieve.

The greed and fanaticism in Wen Xiangxin's eyes became stronger, and he became more and more convinced that the ghost hands must be practicing the heavenly skills.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to have such a powerful combat power based on the cultivation base of the ghost hand? How could it be possible to shake his own sharp soft sword with a pair of fists?

The ghost hand standing on the stone pillar was also full of surprise at the moment.

Although his punch just now deflected Wen Xiangxin's attack, he didn't take advantage of it.

The "Buddha's Wrath Golden Staff Kung Fu" he practiced is a gold-based kung fu. When he practices this kind of kung fu, the metallic true energy born in the dantian qi sea is more destructive and destructive than other attributes of true energy. At the same time, the physical body will also Stronger than warriors of the same rank.

He thought that his hard punch could break the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand, causing Wen Xiangxin to vomit blood and fly backwards, but the result disappointed him a little.

Although the corner of Wen Xiangxin's mouth was bleeding, it seemed that his injury was not serious. On the contrary, his fist was pierced by the tip of Wen Xiangxin's soft sword infused with true energy. Fortunately, the injury was only minor and would not affect his combat power.

The target of Ghost Hand's revenge is Shaolin, Qingcheng Temple, and Yanyulou, the three major sects, and Yanyulou is one of them which is relatively weak. If they can't even deal with Yanyulou, how can they blame the other two sects?

Ghost Hand took a deep breath to calm down his anxiety, then jumped off the stone pillar and rushed towards Wen Xiangxin.

He decided not to be passive defensive, but to be proactive.

There are more than a dozen Xuan-level martial artists from Yanyu Building next to them, watching eagerly. If Wen Xiangxin can't be killed as soon as possible, if the disciples of Yanyu Building don't follow the rules of the ancient martial arts world, they will swarm up and besiege in groups, and it will be difficult for him to deal with it alone.

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