Chapter 1780 Sword Princess

Old Man Li’s voice was not loud.

But it was clearly heard by Hongniang, the white-faced ghost, and the millions of spectators at Jinxing.

The world was silent again.

The white-faced ghost, who had originally shifted his attention to Hongniang, could not help but turn his head and look.

At this moment, the center of the world returned to the carriage.

Or rather, it returned to the faint voice coming from the carriage:

“People will always be abused in their lifetime.”

This sentence from the sick young master was full of philosophy.

Old Man Li did not have such background and cultivation, and said bluntly: “But it is just a ghost, a mere little ghost, dare to insult people, this is too presumptuous!”

The white-faced ghost was startled, I am a little ghost?

Hongniang opened her mouth slightly, and killed Uncle Jin and the ghost of Old Fu with a sword... just a little ghost?

The millions of spectators at Jinxing were even more shocked, but just as the comment area was about to become lively, the young master in the carriage said something that made the world quiet again:

“Old Man Li, do you want to deprive a ghost of the right to speak?”

The young master stood like a cloud.

Even his tone of voice was so high and mighty.

As if he was born to control the life and death of all living and dead things in this land.

The white-faced ghost held the sword, his face twitching due to the force, but he couldn't help but want to listen:

He wanted to hear how the carriage master and servant continued to point fingers at the world behind the scenes;

He also wanted to hear whether there was such an absurd thing in the world that was beyond ghosts' expectations!

Old man Li was too far away, and he had never seen the invisible anger of the white-faced ghost. He only said indignantly:

"From the holy emperor and ancestors to ordinary people, it has always been the young master who scolded others and they were taught obediently. How could the little ghost be so presumptuous?"

"Young master can tolerate it, because young master's heart is as broad as the sea, a role model for our generation, and no one in the world can surpass it."

"Old man Li can't tolerate it, because I am a villain, and I can't bear to hear outsiders and ghosts say a bad word about young master!"

This, this, this...

As soon as these words came out, millions of people in Jinxing dropped their teeth in shock.

Too flattering!

Otherwise, how could he be the coachman for the young master of Taixu's successor with such an ugly appearance!

Everyone has heard of flattery and flattery.

But in front of a real person, who in reality can really say such shameless nonsense with open eyes?

And who can have such self-control and accept this compliment that sounds not like praise, but ironic?

The master and servant of the carriage once again refreshed the cognition of the world and ghosts-the sick young man in the carriage can accept such excessive flattery!

He was so calm that Old Man Li seemed to be stating a fact, and responded lightly:

"Although what you said, Old Li, makes sense, I said I would not save you just now."

"You said you would not save me, but now you go back to kill ghosts. Not only do you dirty your hands, but you also save the girl's life in a roundabout way. This is a breach of promise."

"If a man does not keep his word, I don't know what he can do."

What?

Hongniang staggered when she heard it.

How did this fallacy come about? Was there any step omitted in the middle? Do the causes and consequences match?

She thought she was dreaming.

Yes!

Only in a dream could Uncle Jin and Old Fu be killed by the white-faced ghost in a few seconds.

Only the most outrageous dream could give birth to such a ridiculous pair of carriage masters and servants—whether they took action or not, and also involved "faith"?

"Squeak."

The white-faced ghost's nose also sneered with two frosts.

His eyes had turned from dark green to red, the sword in his hand was trembling, and there was only one crazy thought in his mind:

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Ke Xin was filled with murderous intent, and its body was like being bound in a coffin, and it was difficult to take a step.

Old man Li turned around in the carriage and clasped his fists respectfully:

"The master is worried and the minister is humiliated, the master humiliates the minister and dies. This little ghost speaks wildly, and his death is not enough to wash away the shame."

A chuckle came from the carriage: "Then go and kill it."

"Uh." Old man Li was choked and a little embarrassed, "Young master, don't joke, you know, I, Old man Li, can only drive, I don't have much combat power, please help me..."

Millions of spectators in Jinxing were completely confused by the master and servant who turned against Tiangang.

No, this old man Li is the guard.

It's said that "the master is worried and the minister is humiliated, the master humiliates the minister and dies", at this time, shouldn't the guard take action and kill the insulting ghost?

Why did Old Man Li only say that the real work should be handed over to the young man in Xianggui's carriage when they came here?

"They are so chaotic and crazy, which attracts me a little."

"Uh, brother, they have unique tastes. The last one was as crazy as them... Only Shouye really got the good fruit, right?"

"Hey, now that you mention it, he really has a bit of Shouye's flavor. Could it be that they are acting, playing some kind of provocation... provoking ghosts?"

"Then it seems that this master and servant, or this carriage, has a third person, at least one of them is a master?"

"Let's not talk about whether he is a master or not, why doesn't the white-faced ghost take action? This ghost, can he be so tolerant? I can't stand it anymore!"

The white-faced ghost is not tolerant.

It's just that when the master and servant of the carriage were talking, it couldn't move at all, as if it was overwhelmed by anger.

These two are too annoying!

In a lifetime of death, the white-faced ghost has never seen such an outrageous thing, it's simply too late to see it!

At a certain moment, when the old man Li finished speaking, the white-faced ghost only felt that the sense of restraint of being pressed on the bed disappeared.

It can move!

The water of the broken dam is surging like a tide.

This was the anger that filled the white-faced ghost at the moment.

It could no longer suppress its primitive impulse to "escape", so it turned around and shouted at the carriage:

"You ants are talking nonsense. If your souls and souls weren't really dirty and smelly, do you really think you can escape from our sword today?"

"If you don't take the road to heaven, you will have no choice but to go to hell..."

As the white-faced ghost spoke, he raised his sword and moved forward. His thin and tall body carried a strong sense of oppression, and he was about to reach the carriage in a few steps.

Suddenly feeling cold both physically and mentally, the white-faced ghost suddenly stopped.

It didn't know what this felt like, but the last time this "intuition" appeared, it decided to let these two people go...

This master and servant are so arrogant, maybe because they are really powerful?

With his thoughts at this point, the white-faced ghost decided to give himself another step:

"Who are you?"

As soon as this statement came out, millions of people in Jinxing were shocked.

This ghost is cowardly!

What did it have a premonition about? After killing Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu with the sword, when faced with the weak old man and the sick young man, it actually refused to kill him and wanted to ask his name.

——If it was really such a polite ghost, I should have asked earlier!

The white-faced ghost thought he had been kicked off the ladder, but the old man Li on the other side did not play his cards according to common sense, but scolded him louder:

"presumptuous!"

"My young master has inherited the destiny of heaven to help the world. He has made endless fortunes and made immeasurable merits. You evil ghost, you don't know this?"

Old Man Li was so angry that he pointed at the ghost with a red face and said, "It's not enough to cut off your tongue and ears!"

The white-faced ghost's last vestige of consciousness was completely defeated.

The most annoying thing for it is to be pointed at by someone, let alone such a sick old man.

"In that case..."

The long sword turned over, and the light was cold and cold.

The white-faced ghost grinned and laughed ferociously: "Then go to hell!"

Keng——

The sword is empty.

The matchmaker woke up and didn't care so much, and hurriedly pointed the golden beads at the front of the battlefield.

But when he saw the white-faced ghost slashing with his sword, the faint green sword light pierced the space, and he tore towards the cinnamon carriage from afar.

"laugh……"

Something unexpected happened.

No one even took action, and the sword light dissipated automatically like clouds of smoke halfway through.

"What?"

The matchmaker is half shocked and half happy.

What surprised her was that even though she couldn't understand who had made the move, she glanced at Jin Xing's comments and no one knew anyone inside.

You know, there seems to be a semi-saint among the spectators in front of the Golden Apricot Painting?

Hi, it's even simpler.

There is really an expert on this carriage, or an expert that even a semi-saint can't understand!

People outside the battlefield were confused, and the white-faced ghost in the middle of the battle was even more shocked.

It didn't understand what just happened.

After the sword light approached the carriage, it was like a small river flowing into the sea... tearing apart? Just import it.

"It's not like..."

The white-faced ghost felt something was wrong and wanted to use the sword again, but found that he couldn't move again.

Because the old man Li in front of the carriage spoke again:

"Sir, Old Man Li understands!"

The old guy's face turned red, as if he realized his huge mistake, and slapped himself hard, "You're just a brat, how can you let me take action? These are too dirty hands."

"Ha." A sneer came from the carriage.

Old Man Li wiped his sweat with a flattering look on his face.

Millions of people in Jinxing were looking forward to it, and then they saw the old man bending down respectfully and said sarcastically:

"Young master, if you don't want to take action, you can send Sword Lady to take action."

…

Swordswoman?

Even the matchmaker's appetite was whetted.

How powerful is this so-called "Sword Lady", who can silently neutralize the fatal blow of the White-faced Ghost?

Is it because he has so much confidence in the "Sword Lady" that he can make this weak old man and sick young man talk and laugh happily in front of the white-faced ghost without paying any attention to him?

The matchmaker enlarged the golden apricot scene and brought in the entire cinnamon carriage, for fear of missing even a single detail.

The Jinxing comment section was even more excited:

"Sword Lady?"

"Sounds like a woman?"

"It can't be an ancient sword cultivator, right? Or a mature female ancient sword cultivator? God, I like this best..."

The white-faced ghost's Adam's apple rolled, his face turned very pale, and he could move.

At this time, it realized that it was broken.

"Not only do you fall into the trap, but there are also masters!"

But the back is hairy. Who dares to choose to fight with his back when the enemy is in front of him? Isn't this inappropriate?

"Sword Lady..."

Hold the long sword tightly and wait solemnly.

But after seeing the cinnamon carriage shaking for a while, the carriage curtain seemed to be pushed open by something from below.

The matchmaker hurriedly held the golden apricot and focused on the details.

"It's a sword!"

"What kind of sword is this, a spiritual sword?"

"No, it seems to be just an ordinary stone sword... Oh my god! She is planning to use the stone sword to hit the white-faced ghost. How strong is this swordswoman?"

Jin Xing once again stirred up controversy.

Just the tip of the stone sword poked out, slightly raising the curtain of the carriage.

Everyone seems to have seen the stunning scene of the stunning beauty in cheongsam behind the curtain, stroking her breasts and stretching her legs, stepping out and slaying the white-faced ghost with a sword.

This is the Sword Lady!

The matchmaker was stunned. At this time, the number of spectators had exceeded 1.3 million from one million, and the number was still increasing.

She has been preaching for so long, but she has not had this enthusiasm.

If it goes up again, might it be possible to reach the level of the Drunken Emperor?

"Please Sword Lady——"

But after hearing Old Man Li's shrill scream, the curtain of the carriage was completely opened, revealing a dark shadow.

The white-faced ghost's pupils trembled.

The matchmaker is also stunningly beautiful.

The Jinxing comment section was more like a pause button being pressed. For a moment, no one could comment in shock.

Sword Queen Sword Queen...

But seeing Ji's body, I also heard Ji's cry:

"Giggle--"

…

"Grass!"

"Sword Lady? Sword Chicken!"

"Then what Old Man Li has been talking about is this 'chicken'?"

"No, is this a big show before death? The owner and servant of the carriage are too crazy. They really don't care about life and death, and plan to use this chicken to deal with the white-faced ghost?"

"I'm numb!"

Half the screen of comments flashed before the matchmaker's eyes.

It even affected her vision.

But there is one thing that cannot be affected, and that is "mood" - a mood that is broken into dregs!

The person in the cinnamon carriage who opened the curtain was never the cold-eyed beauty in fantasy, let alone a master or master.

Not even a person or a hand.

It was just a chicken, a big black hen with a simple stone-breaking sword in its mouth.

"Strike an egg against a stone..."

The matchmaker didn't know what this was before, and she thought no one in the world would do it like this.

Now she felt that she had seen something even more ridiculous than "beating an egg against a stone", hitting a ghost with a chicken.

The matchmaker was desperate, with a look of despair on her face: "What on earth am I expecting..."

That chicken is not like that!

The black-bone chicken is holding a sword in its pointed beak, its eyes are slightly closed, half showing the cold light, half showing its sharp edge, it clearly has the smell of "there are all ants in the world, but I, the black-bone chicken, is the king".

It glared at the white-faced ghost, and for a moment the spectators were dazzled, as if they saw the black-bone cock's mouth, slightly tilted upward?

In an instant, Jinxing’s comments exploded:

"Oh my God! It's just a chicken, why can it be so dismissive?"

"Please give me some confidence."

"Sick young man, weak old man, chicken with a sword, I'm convinced... what are these things? I'm begging you, the white-faced ghost. I've never begged anyone in my life. You can chop them all down. Matchmaker, please." Gifted.”

"..."

The moment the sword-bearing rooster appeared, the number of people watching the Jinxing screen completely exceeded 1.5 million.

Soon one hundred six, one hundred seven...

I think it won't be long before it reaches the two million mark.

The matchmaker was not happy at all because she was going to die.

The white-faced ghost was actually not happy because he was different from the nearly two million spectators who were making fun of this scene through the screen.

It actually felt pressure from a chicken?

"There's something wrong with me?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped down the white-faced ghost's forehead.

It was almost frightened from a dead ghost to a living person, and just when it was about to raise its hand to wipe away the drop of sweat...

"Giggle--"

On top of the fragrant cinnamon carriage, a rooster with a sword crows, and the afterimage of the flowers disappears.

"What?!"

The white-faced ghost drew his sword and retreated, screaming in terror.

The sword-bearing chicken really rushed over!

It stepped on the void with its chicken claws, and suddenly hit the face with a "time and space jump" sword, and then held the sword horizontally, slashing and slashing, stabbing, blocking and shaking...

"Three thousand kendos?"

The white-faced ghost blocks, blocks, blocks, or can only block.

After being bullied, the chicken was no longer human. His fighting style was extremely fierce and perfect.

Every move is like the evolution of rules, completely natural.

Every step changes, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.

Apart from the carrier of "chicken", the sword with the sword in the chicken's head is as perfect as the sword god evolving the way of swordsmanship!

"Clang clang clang- clang clang clang--"

Seventy-one swords were struck in an instant, and the sound of striking iron could be heard endlessly.

The more the white-faced ghost takes the sword, the more frightened he becomes; the more frightened the white-faced ghost becomes, the softer the sword becomes.

Originally, it could still withstand this intensity, and it wouldn't be a problem to receive hundreds of moves from it, as long as it wasn't distracted...

It’s impossible not to be distracted!

The chicken holding the sword held the sword in its mouth, and while cutting the sword, it naturally shook its head. The chicken's head twisted around, and the chicken's butt occasionally smoked its eyes...

Who can withstand it?

Even the ghost can't stand it!

For a moment, the white-faced ghost thought that he was possessed by an illusory sword art. There could be no such outrageous art in the world...

It hesitates.

The speed of catching the sword slowed down.

During the seventy-second sword attack, half of his head was cut off with a single blow, and even one of his eyes was missing.

The chicken holding the sword stopped its offensive. It held the sword in its mouth, its eyes were slightly clenched, its wings were closed, its claws were slowly staggered, and it was strolling sideways.

The white-faced ghost covered half of his face, weeping with blood and tears, his vision was blurred, his mind was dizzy, and everything felt like a dream.

"No……"

It wiped blood on its hands.

It felt like a piece of its spiritual body had been chipped away.

When it realized this, it finally couldn't control it and shouted out the sentence it liked to hear most from human beings since it had been raging in the world of ghosts and Buddhas for several days:

"No! This is impossible!"