Chapter 1790 Sword Ghost

"Ghost Sword Immortal, was killed?!"

On the screen of Jin Xing's preaching, tens of millions of spectators witnessed the first sword of Shou Ye's return, and the sword killed Hua Changdeng.

Now, things can't be stopped at all.

All over the five regions, people rushed to tell each other and set off a heated discussion.

After half a year of silence, the continent had returned to its previous peaceful life.

At most, power struggles broke out here and there, and the battle for the throne occurred, which could be regarded as a "great chaos".

Not to mention that in the past six months, there has been no more open and secret struggles between the Holy Temple and the Holy Slave, and now Taixu rarely comes to the limelight.

Therefore, Hongniang has two Taixu guards around her, which can attract the attention of millions of Xingzi and add some spice to her peaceful life.

As for the half-saints in the five regions...

As early as after the battle of Xu Ai, the half-saints were in danger and dared not show their heads.

Everyone knows that for ordinary people, saints are heavenly people and insurmountable peaks.

But after the Ghost Buddha incident, if he showed his talent a little, he would become the target of public criticism and be manipulated by those in higher positions.

Death, I don't even know how to die!

But after half a year of peace, Shou Ye appeared again, and with a sword, he struck a thunderbolt, and cut off the will of the only Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng among the Seven Sword Immortals of the previous generation...

Just one sword?

Just one will?

"No!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the calm before the storm is already a thing of the past.

Is Shou Ye a person who lives in peace?

"Not even that!"

This sword is not the end, but the beginning.

The mines buried by the Ghost Buddha incident half a year ago may explode in Shou Ye's hands today. With a sword, the tide will only push the situation from calm to turbulent.

"Hurry, hurry, come on, come on!"

"Hongniang, look for Hongniang! This woman is so big and fierce, how can she catch Shouye? Next, keep an eye on her and you can keep an eye on Shouye!"

"Feng Zhongzui is useless. I was hoping that Emperor Zhongzui would keep up with Shouye. I've watched the boring sword test arena competition for half a year, but there's not even a battle between sword immortals. I'm sick of it. It's all meaningless competition..."

"Is this in the Zhongyuan Realm? I want to see the scene. I'm here now. Go over there!"

"Brother, you are so strong. If Hongniang dies, you will be responsible for opening a preaching screen for everyone. How about leaving your name?"

"Ghost Buddha my father, my name is 'Ghost Buddha my father'."

"Follow me too, I am also in the Ghost Buddha world, I will turn around and go to the Zhongyuan world now, my name is 'Lang Buddha Emperor'."

"Hongniang, hold on, 13 million apricots, you are better than Zhongzui Emperor, I will call you 'Niang Emperor' from now on!"

"..."

Crazy, all crazy!

When the golden apricot screen finally stopped at the perfect side face of Shou Ye after he put away his sword, Hongniang really wanted to take a closer look, but unfortunately she was forced to turn off the comment view.

She couldn't see the road.

The screen was full of "Shou Ye" and "Invincible"!

This terrifying number of apricots watching the game completely exceeded Hongniang's expectations, it was simply inhuman.

Hongniang knew that Shou Ye had a strong appeal.

She didn't expect that the master's appeal was so strong. Just after he showed up and drew his sword, spectators from all over the five regions flocked to watch the battle.

This is even the number of people who have palm apricots and can watch and comment.

Those who can't buy palm apricots or are still hesitating whether to buy palm apricots are probably anxious like ants on a hot pot at this moment - they want to watch, but can't?

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sound of breaking wind can be heard around the stone tablet of Zhongyuan Realm.

Jin Xing's comments are a bit timid, but the ghost and Buddha world really has no shortage of practitioners who want to improve. Now they smell the smell and rush over.

Hongniang turned her head and saw hundreds of figures floating down in the distance.

Some were carrying swords, holding towers, and resisting shields...

"So handsome!"

"This sword, my God!"

"Is this Shou Ye? He has evolved again!"

No matter if they are ancient sword cultivators or not, these guys who came to watch the battle on the spot took full defensive measures, each holding a bunch of jade talismans and gems in their hands, their faces were full of heat.

But...

It's useless!

How dare you come here?

Only Shou Ye's sword was restrained. If the aftermath really exploded, even a half-saint would not be enough to die. Are there really so many people in the world who are not afraid of death?

Hong Niang is afraid of death.

As she retreated, she shouted in the Jin Xing screen:

"Sincerely invite Taixu to guard, it will be effective for a long time, Lingque is easy to talk, as long as you can save Hong Niang's life, Hong Niang will continue to preach to you..."

How can Taixu protect himself?

Taixu couldn't even take the sword of the white-faced ghost, and he wanted to take the aftermath of the battle between the ghost sword fairy and Shou Ye?

Hongniang regained consciousness and turned her gaze to the Xianggui carriage in the distance, with a light in her eyes.

She rushed forward and found the old man Li who was driving the carriage: "Senior, can Hongniang stay near the carriage?"

Shou Ye was sitting in the Xianggui carriage. Even if the coachman was not a great man, at least Shou Ye would not let him die.

For him, the Ghost Buddha Realm was full of dangers at the moment, but as long as he caught up with this carriage, he would definitely be able to save his life!

In the car, Li Fugui was as careful as a hair, how could he not see Hongniang's little calculation, but he just smiled: "I, an old man, can't protect you."

"Hongniang, just stay here, don't get on the carriage." Hongniang looked pitiful.

Li Fugui turned a blind eye, the beauty trap didn't work for him, he stretched out his hand and pointed somewhere else, "Instead of waiting to die beside me, I can show you a clear way, look over there..."

Hongniang looked in the direction of the finger.

At this time, hundreds of figures were standing outside the battlefield.

The direction pointed by the old man Li was a small hill with two old men standing on it. One of them looked very familiar to Hongniang.

"Old Yang!"

She was overjoyed.

Although Old Yang was not among the Seven Sword Immortals, his strength was already extraordinary.

If he could not protect himself, even if the half-saints of the Five Realms came, it would be of little use.

But at this time, although Old Yang was standing side by side with the other old man, it felt like he had given up half a step, and he kept turning his head and asking something.

He was an octogenarian in a green robe, with an immortal look and a Taoist style. He was also dressed as an ancient sword cultivator. While watching the battle, he was waving a paper fan in his hand. When he scanned it with his spiritual thoughts, he could see a few big words written on the fan:

"Leisurely and leisurely."

This is called calmness!

Hongniang was just stunned for a moment, and then she recognized the identity of this person: Mr. Siren.

She hurriedly said goodbye to the old man Li, stepped forward respectfully, and greeted: "Hello, Mr. Yang."

Yang Xizhi naturally recognized this woman, after all, she was half of his disciple, but the woman holding the golden apricot, her purpose was self-evident.

He kept a distance, nodded slightly, and looked at Mei Siren.

"Hua Changdeng underestimated that kid..."

"Xu Xiaoshou has reached the pinnacle of this sword, and the eight masters of swords can't recite it. I'm afraid no one in the world can challenge his edge on the road of swordsmanship."

"If Changdeng can sacrifice a sword ghost, even if it is only one of the three sword ghosts, there may be a chance to turn the tables and kill Xu Zhi, but look at the strength of his will... Difficult, difficult, difficult!"

Mei Siren sighed three times in a row, talking about the topic he had talked about with Yang Xizhi before, his views on "Ming Chaoqi".

The two of them did not hide here, but appeared openly.

Naturally, after the people around landed, people came to greet them one after another. This was common.

When Hongniang arrived, he thought she was just one of the people passing by. Unexpectedly, she stopped and waited for him to finish speaking before bowing and saying:

"I am Hongniang, and I meet Mr. Siren."

Mei Siren glanced at her and didn't know her.

He turned his head and glanced at Yang Xizhi, and saw the golden apricot in Hongniang's hand again, and he seemed to understand something.

He personally didn't like being photographed by things like the preaching mirror, which made people feel uncomfortable and couldn't relax.

But Xu Xiaoshou liked these, and this woman was familiar with Xizhi. He was not the protagonist in this battle, so Mei Siren closed the paper fan and pointed to his side:

"Stand aside and watch the battle together."

Survived!

Hongniang was overjoyed and thanked her repeatedly.

Looking at the golden apricot screen, 15 million people!

This is probably not a small part of the holders of the apricot, who were attracted to their own golden apricot preaching screen.

Even Feng Zhongzui had never been so popular before, but now it really caught on - not only from Shouye, but also from Mr. Siren.

Hongniang didn't dare to wait, and opened it to take a look at the comments:

"Mr. Siren is so easy to talk to."

"Sword Immortal's character, in one sentence, Hongniang, your life is saved."

"Don't stand there, Hongniang, ask, ask Mr. Siren what he thinks, this is much better than Feng Zhongzui's half-baked comments!"

"Yeah, what is a sword ghost? What about the three sword ghosts?"

"Brothers, did you hear clearly just now? Mr. Siren didn't say 'turn the tables in adversity', but 'turn the tables and kill Xu'. Is the sword ghost so strong?"

The spectators of Jinxing were briefly attracted by the respected Mr. Siren, which is easy to understand.

But some people's perspectives, such as "sword ghost", really reminded Hongniang.

"It seems to be a great thing, but I have never heard of it..."

Hongniang didn't dare to act rashly.

She was just allowed to stand beside him, and she had to be protected.

If she kept asking questions like a mosquito, Mr. Siren would probably be annoyed.

She was always patient, so she just stood there quietly, knowing that she would get the answer to her question soon.

As expected, Old Yang was silent for a while, and when he saw nothing unusual, he simply stopped paying attention to Hongniang and took up the previous topic:

"Sword Ghost has a very high aspiration, but I remember that when Hua Jianxian studied this way by himself, he only had the basics. How do you know about his progress in Sword Ghost, Brother Siren?"

Mei Siren shook his head: "I don't know much. He has been trapped in the screen candle land for thirty years. You haven't seen him, and neither have I."

"Then?"

"Xizhi, you have to know that Changdeng's talent and attainments in ghost swordsmanship are better than those of Ba Zun'an. Over the years, Ba Zun'an has made some progress in swordsmanship. How can Changdeng have made no progress in swordsmanship for thirty years?"

Swordsman? Swordsman?

Hongniang was confused. She thought that with tens of millions of people in Jinxing, they should be as confused as she was.

Seeing that Old Yang was in deep thought and Mr. Siren was also a kind person, she could no longer help but asked:

"Mr. Siren, I have also practiced ancient swordsmanship with Old Yang for some time, but I have only heard of Jian Nian and Ming at the highest level, and have never heard of this... Jianwo, Jiangui?"

Mei and Yang looked at each other and smiled softly.

Mei Siren closed the paper fan and gestured. Yang Xizhi shook his head: "I can't explain it. Some Xingzi are paying attention to this girl. You may tell them about it."

The people watching the battle called Xingzi because Xu Xiaoshou had made a palm Xing. They all invested spiritual crystals in Xingjie... Mei Siren said:

"Higher."

What?

Hongniang didn't react for a while.

Jianwo and Jiangui are higher than Jian Nian and Ming?

"Mr. Siren, you said that, Hongniang is too curious..."

Mei Siren laughed, guessing that for those who could afford the golden apricots, no matter how no one watched, the number of apricots watching the battle must be several hundred, right?

He stopped being pretentious and explained to the invisible hundreds of people:

"On top of the sword thought, I can be the sword."

"At that time, after the Battle of the Ten Seats, the Eight Masters, Lei Han, punished the gods and created the second generation of the Divine Mind, also known as the Sword Mind."

"Hua Changdeng has not fully cultivated the divine mind, but after experiencing the God Punishment Tribulation and Sword Mind, he developed the way of the 'Sword Demon' on his own."

Mei Si narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was admiration in his words: "If you think about it, Chang Deng is the first person to get out of the 'cage' of ancient swordsmanship."

Is there anything like this?

The matchmaker was full of curiosity: "But didn't Sword Nian precede the 'Sword Demon'?"

Mei Siren nodded, then shook his head: "Sword Thought preceded Sword Demon, but Sword Thought is still pure Divine Thought in essence, but it is slightly blended with the understanding of ancient swordsmanship... Sword Demon, however, is the detachment of ancient swordsmanship."

After a pause, he seemed to have thought of something interesting: "Do you know where the sword wounds on Bazun Shu's body came from?"

The matchmaker who seemed to be asking this question directly made tens of millions of viewers on the Jinxing screen excited.

The matchmaker's heart was pounding faster, and she tried to catch her, and whispered: "I only know that it was the Eighth Sword Immortal who injured me, but the inside story..."

"Hahaha!"

The people of Meisi laughed.

He smiled so wildly that he didn't notice the change in the face of the old sheep next to him.

"Mr. Siren, do you know the inside story?" the matchmaker was curious.

People all have the desire to share.

Meisi is also a human being, and he also has a strong desire to share.

He didn't see Yang Lao's eyes and shook the paper fan in his hand vigorously. He didn't know when he changed the fan, and the words on it changed:

"Know a thing or two."

The matchmaker saw Mr. Yang's face and knew that there was a shocking secret. She didn't dare to ask any more questions and even suppressed her curious expression.

Never thought that when Mei Si people folded their folding fans, they thought that the number of people watching the battle was only a few hundred.

Hundreds of people cannot be praised by the public, and they cannot win gold.

Even if I tell the secrets of the Eight Masters today, they know the facts and want to spread them.

What kind of waves can the words of a hundred people stir up among the millions of people in the five realms?

How can Bazun Zun be a fussy person who cares about these trivial matters?

With her thoughts at this point, Mei Dazui started talking:

"The three sword ghosts are divided into body ghosts, spirit ghosts, and mind ghosts. In terms of intention, they have broken away from the shackles of swordsmanship, sword style, and kendo of the sword god Gulouying."

"But in the past, the eight masters knew that the injury on the finger was caused by the body ghost, so it could not be restored; the scar on the neck was hurt by the spirit ghost, so it could not be repaired; the body sword energy..."

"Meisi people!" Yang Xizhi finally couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted with a shout.

"What's the matter, Brother Yang?" Mei Si looked over without knowing why, and saw his old friend trembling with fear, holding a golden apricot in his hand.

He glanced at Jinxing.

He glanced at the dumbfounded matchmaker again.

"Brother Siren, do you know how many spectators she has in Jinxing?" Yang Xizhi glanced at the picture of Jinxing in his hand, and his lips began to tremble.

Mei Siren's heart skipped a beat: "How much?"

Yang Xizhi was speechless, so he stretched out his hand tremblingly and raised a finger.

"one hundred?"

"No……"

"one thousand?"

"No……"

"How much is that? It can't be ten thousand, haha...huh?" Mei Siren's smile solidified.

Yang Xizhi: "Seventeen million!"