Chapter 1587 Ghost Shadow Holy Sword!

The genius of the ghost clan's eyes were blood red and hot. He could feel the powerful blood and life essence in Ling Xiao's body, which made him tremble with excitement.

The flesh and blood of the strong human race is the best blood food for the demons. Not only is it extremely delicious, but it can also improve the cultivation level by devouring the flesh and blood of the human race.

Boom!

There were many ghosts in the void, emitting sharp whistling sounds, and the sharp nails intertwined like sword lights, enveloping towards Ling Xiao.

That icy breath seemed to contain the power of extreme cold, which could almost completely freeze a person to death.

"Ghost family?"

There was a sharp flash in Ling Xiao's eyes, this time he didn't dodge, he simply punched out!

Click!

The golden lightning exploded, and extremely violent power gushed out from Ling Xiao's body, converging into a vast and incomparable chaotic fist, which seemed to be able to coerce the heavens, suppress the Quartet, and go directly towards the ghost genius.

In particular, Ling Xiao's arm was filled with noble purple energy, which instantly became extremely bright, like a purple Milky Way running through the void, unstoppable!

The genius of the ghost tribe was shocked, and his eyes showed an extremely shocked expression. He felt an extremely terrifying power fluctuation from this punch, and he immediately roared without thinking.

"Ghost Shadow Holy Sword!"

In an instant, the ghosts all over the sky gathered together, forming a series of incomparably blazing sword lights, shooting towards Ling Xiao's vital points, and at the same time, the genius of the ghost clan seemed to explode directly, turning into countless black shadows towards Ling Xiao. Shoot around.

The genius of the ghost tribe also felt the horror of Ling Xiao's punch, so he didn't dare to take it hard, and chose to avoid it.

Rumble!

Ling Xiao's expression remained unchanged, still incomparably indifferent and calm, the fist print moved forward indomitably, the faint chaotic light swept the sky, and collided with the ghostly sword energy all over the sky in an instant, erupting a golden-iron clash Voice.

His fist seal is like a vast world, unexpectedly absorbing all the ghostly sword energy in the sky, and then exploded in an instant.

The radiant divine light swept across, and half of the ghostly shadows in the sky were blown away. Finally, the genius of the ghost tribe appeared from the void, his eyes were full of disbelief, and his aura weakened a little.

He wanted to avoid Ling Xiao's punch by turning into ghosts all over the sky before, but he didn't expect to be affected by it.

You must know that every ghost image is transformed by his power, and any damage to his power will weaken it.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

The genius of the ghost race became furious, and the black ghostly aura rose up all over his body, and the aura began to skyrocket in an instant, and there seemed to be a mysterious vortex spreading behind him, exuding an ancient and monstrous aura.

A phantom of a ghost saint emerged from it, and with a flash of light, it rushed towards Ling Xiao.

"Um?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he could feel that the phantom of the ghost saint was very powerful, and it actually had the strength comparable to that of a half-turned saint, and the original power of death was wrapped in his shots, which was very terrifying.

boom!

Ling Xiao punched out, and collided with the phantom of the ghost saint, but it seemed to hit the cotton. The phantom of the ghost saint exploded directly, and then exuded a sharp whistling sound, turning into a There were many ghost images, trying to drill towards Ling Xiao's body.

Those ghosts exude the breath of death, like tarsal maggots. It is conceivable that once they are invaded into the body, they will be drained of life essence in an instant.

"Ray!"

There was a sharp flash in Ling Xiao's eyes, and he uttered a word lightly.

Boom!

In an instant, the lightning around him was extremely blazing, and a vast and majestic thunder spewed out from his body. The golden lightning crossed the sky, intertwined with extremely violent and destructive power, and there was even a mysterious phantom of the Thunder Emperor faintly behind Ling Xiao.

Thunder Emperor Art!

Ling Xiao got the inheritance of the Thunder Emperor Jue. This fierce and unparalleled power of thunder happens to be the nemesis of those ghosts.

Although it didn't annihilate instantly, it still trembled all over.

"Fire!"

Ling Xiao reprimanded lightly again, and in an instant, the Heaven-swallowing Divine Fire spewed out of his body, flowing with an ancient and mysterious aura, directly covering the ghostly shadows all over the sky.

boom!

The ghost shadows all over the sky exploded instantly at this moment, and then they were swept away by the heaven-swallowing divine fire, turning into the purest energy and pouring into Ling Xiao's body.

"If you only have this means, then you'd better die!"

Ling Xiao's eyes were indifferent, and thunder and flames lingered all over his body, like an undefeated God of War, rising from the sky to kill the genius of the ghost clan!

With Ling Xiao's current background, the powerhouses of the God King Realm are not in his eyes at all, not even the geniuses of the ghost clan!

"Who the hell are you? With a mere cultivation in the early stages of the God King Realm, how could you possess such terrifying power? Could it be that you are a genius of the Imperial Clan?"

The genius of the ghost clan was shaking all over, and his eyes were full of extremely ugly expressions.

The phantom of the ghost saint was that he had communicated with the power of the ghost saints of the ghost clan. He was so powerful that he could burst out the power of a turn and a half saint, but he was directly wiped out by Ling Xiao's thunder flames, which made his face look pale. It became extremely ugly.

"I am a disciple of the Temple of War God!"

Ling Xiao said lightly, fiery fist prints enveloped the sky, coming towards the suppression of the ghost genius!

"kill!"

The genius of the ghost tribe also became a little crazy, his whole body was full of breath, and the blazing sword light pierced towards Ling Xiao's eyebrows.

The terrifying power of the holy way is contained in the sword light, as if it can tear everything apart.

If it was an ordinary person, he would definitely choose to dodge immediately, otherwise the genius of the ghost race might not necessarily die, but if the sword light pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness between the eyebrows, he would die instantly.

The genius of the ghost race must be saved if he wants to attack Ling Xiao.

Click!

Ling Xiao's gaze was extremely calm, he didn't even look at that ray of sword light, the fist imprint moved forward without hesitation, and directly blasted towards the chest of the ghosts and demons!

"Despicable human race, die for me!"

There was a hint of madness in the eyes of the genius of the ghost tribe, which stimulated the incomparably terrifying power in his body, making the power of that sword light blazing to the extreme!

Boom!

The blazing divine light burst out, and Ling Xiao punched the genius of the ghost tribe, and the genius of the ghost tribe also pierced Ling Xiao's forehead with a sword.

The divine light that filled the sky enveloped everything, causing the expressions of Wang Chuan, Liu Xian'er and others to change involuntarily.

"Is Brother Long really dead?"

Both Wang Chuan and Liu Xian'er were struggling, even anxious.

They followed Ling Xiao into the underground palace, but the seal that came in was broken by Ling Xiao, but the seal that went out still existed. Now they are like turtles in a urn, they can only watch the big battle in front of them, but there is no way to escape go out.

Although they wished that Ling Xiao would be killed directly by the genius of the ghost tribe, Ling Xiao's combat power was too terrifying. The power just now made the four of them tremble all over, and they also knew that they were not Ling Xiao's opponent at all.

But once Ling Xiao dies, I am afraid that the geniuses of the ghost clan will deal with them next.

"I hope Senior Brother Xue can arrive soon!"

There was a trace of anxiety in Liu Xian'er's eyes.

They pinned all their hopes on Xue Hua, hoping that Xue Hua could come to kill the genius of the demon clan!

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