Chapter 1781 Fame

A chicken strolls leisurely in the garden, and a ghost is frightened.

The white-faced ghost was stunned by a chicken, and he covered his half-head and couldn't stop retreating.

"How could it be..."

It still didn't believe it.

Because it was not only time and space jump, but also three thousand swords.

During the battle, it countered the black chicken's moves and learned the first realm of Mo Jianshu, Jiu Jianshu, Cang Jianshu, Xin Jianshu, etc.

All of them reached the pinnacle and integrated into the simple and unpretentious slashing. It was really hard to tell unless you fought in person or were a master of swordsmanship.

In the last change of the beheading technique, the black chicken changed into a ghost sword technique, which cut off a large part of its soul body.

"Who changed you?"

The white-faced ghost shouted in a stern voice, and he had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart, and he couldn't believe that it was just a chicken.

He shouldn't have said such arrogant words and provoked this carriage. Sure enough, the ghost's intuition was accurate, and they were not easy to mess with.

"Cluck... Cluck..."

The black chicken did not speak in human language in response, but only crowing.

It held the sword in its mouth, walked sideways, and walked slowly, full of oppression, especially the pair of cold eyes.

Staring at ghosts, ghosts feel cold.

Staring at people, everyone is shocked.

"What a strong chicken!"

"This swordsmanship... No, just looking at this footwork, this chicken is terrifyingly strong!"

"Who is sitting in this carriage, why can he have such a powerful sword-holding chicken, a holy chicken?"

"I really want to raise one..."

"Hongniang, you are alive!"

A series of comments flashed in the Jinxing watching the battle screen.

Hongniang is indeed alive, resurrected from the full of death just now.

She found her job and wanted to explain.

But after searching in her mind, there is no one in the five domains and the Xingjie's major Taixu families who can match the identity and strength of this carriage.

"Who are you!?"

On the battlefield, the white-faced ghost was under great pressure from being stared at by the chicken.

But the chicken stopped attacking and just walked around him. The white-faced ghost did not dare to go forward rashly and could only shout.

When the questioning was fruitless, he turned his gaze to Xianggui's carriage:

"Who are you?"

Asking and knowing are just ways to dispel the fear in his heart.

In Xianggui's carriage, Old Man Li turned a deaf ear and said to the carriage: "This ghost is quite powerful. He can actually take so many swords from Jian Ji?"

"Not bad." The young masters in the carriage all agreed with the strength of the white-faced ghost, or more than strength:

"It can keep up with Wu Ji and take 71 swords. This ghost has at least the third level of combat consciousness."

"It can speak human language, think, and know fear. This ghost has a very high human nature, or its intelligence is no less than that of normal humans."

"But it happens that this kind of strong consciousness is matched with a weak body. In terms of its own soul body, the level of the waste ghost is not high. It's really strange..."

Jinzhu has millions of people, and there are many smart people. They heard something, Hongniang She was even more shocked:

"Again?"

"Did Hongniang hear it wrong just now? He said 'again'?"

The white-faced ghost's face twitched, as if it was about to fall off, and then she heard the old man Li take over and say:

"Yes, sir, it is different from the fifty-six we killed before. Its body is quite intact."

As soon as these words came out, the battlefield inside and outside was completely boiling:

"Have you killed it?"

"They have killed this kind of ghost, fifty-six, are you kidding?"

"No, if you have such strength, what are you pretending just now? They deliberately didn't save Hongniang to attract Hongniang's attention?"

When Hongniang saw this comment, her breathing became heavy, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Is it really so?

She quickly shook her head and denied her overly good self.

Just for this black chicken that can reach the holy realm, there are not many forces in the world that can raise it.

"Yeah, there weren't many people..."

Hongniang's mind was spinning like smoke, she felt that the range of choices was very small, but it was as if her thoughts were tied up, and she couldn't break through the paper that wrapped the truth.

"Fifty-six..." The white-faced ghost had a gloomy face, lowered his eyebrows, and murmured silently.

"Squeak, squeak..." It quickly laughed miserably, raised its head suddenly, and a gleam of light flashed in its bloody single eye:

"Want to kill me? Impossible!"

The white-faced ghost's desire to survive was so strong that he no longer cared about the black chicken's surroundings. He drew his sword and swung it back.

"Time and space..."

Clang!

Before the sword was out, the black chicken appeared at some point, and slashed with a powerful horizontal slash, cutting off the white-faced ghost's escape technique.

The white-faced ghost's face turned green, and he immediately changed his moves.

After unloading the Tao, he accumulated the Tao and slashed with the Tao. When he was close at hand, a dark green light burst out.

But the sword light has not yet taken shape, and the sword-bearing chicken has used a little force to push back and release the force.

"Bang!"

The white-faced ghost stepped heavily and stepped on a deep pit on the ground, and his moves were slightly deformed.

The black chicken took advantage of the ghost's danger and attacked again and again, and the chicken's head almost left an afterimage.

"Clang clang clang... clang clang clang..."

The sound of iron hammering rang again. This time, the white-faced ghost only received 32 swords. With a swish, his left arm was directly cut off by the sword-bearing chicken.

"Ah——"

A scream was released, and the empty door was wide open.

The sword-bearing chicken used the force to counter the force, and the chicken claw stepped on the chest of the white-faced ghost, pushing the man out, and pointed at the air.

Bang!

A bloody hole was broken in the chest of the white-faced ghost.

It pursed its lips, groaned, and dared not say anything else - because the attack of the sword-bearing chicken might fall in an instant, and it could not scream anymore.

It stabilized itself, and dared not run again, just wanting to parry the next wave of violent storms from the sword-bearing chicken.

The chicken stopped attacking.

Turn sideways, close your eyes, pace slowly...

"Click!"

Sweat and blood flowed all over the white-faced ghost's face, and his teeth were broken. He felt like he was being humiliated by a chicken.

Millions of people watched the Jinxing scene, and they were in an uproar:

"So strong, I already knew I was strong, but I didn't expect to be so strong!"

"What kind of ancient sword chicken is this? Only the Seven Swordsmen can fight at this level. Can Master Shou beat this chicken?"

"Why is it that there is obviously no movement, and he has not left the first or second realm, right? This white-faced ghost looks so stressed?"

"Look, the white-faced ghost's hands are trembling, this chicken is quite powerful!"

"Kowu Chicken?"

Whether it is the Ancient Sword Chicken, the Ancient Martial Chicken, or a master of these two paths, the white-faced ghost cannot tell clearly.

It discovered that at some point, its vision had become extremely narrow.

It's not because one eye was cut off, one arm was broken, or there was a bloody hole in the chest, but because of fear.

"Come on!"

The white-faced ghost roared at the sword-bearing chicken.

The black-bone chicken was indifferent, still waiting around, pacing slowly and leisurely.

boom!

The white-faced ghost cut the ground with one sword and shouted loudly:

"Come on! Fight!"

The chicken seemed to have seen through the ghost's sword that it had no lethality, so he stepped on the boundary of the force wave and continued to wander.

The white-faced ghost's Adam's apple rolled up and he sweated like beans.

Its face turned to the other side, but its eyes did not dare to turn.

It stared blankly at the black-bone chicken, facing the carriage, and angrily scolded the two humans there who were still making sarcastic remarks:

"What a pair of dandy and evil servants, they just relied on themselves to raise a spiritual beast, and they acted like a fox and a tiger..."

brush!

The afterimage of the black-bone chicken disappeared.

The white-faced ghost stopped suddenly, his pupils were shaking, and he was about to raise the sword's crossbar...

"Tsk!"

The black-bone sword pierced the white-faced ghost's right eye.

The speed in front of it was actually all staged, and it exploded faster at this time. It was due to the inertia of thinking and being caught off guard.

"ah--"

The stone sword was like a drill. After it penetrated the skull, it kept twitching and twisting. The heart-wrenching pain not only came from the body, but also the soul and hurt!

The white-faced ghost couldn't bear it any longer and opened his mouth to scream in pain.

It just opened its mouth, holding the sword in its mouth. The chicken's body rotated down, its claws inserted into the white-faced ghost's mouth, and it curled its toes and pinched it.

"Tongue!"

The matchmaker screamed: "The black chicken pulled out the tongue of the white-faced ghost with his feet!"

The white-faced ghost was completely frightened.

What's going on, just because I scolded its master over and over again?

Before it could finish thinking, its eyes hurt, and the sword-bearing chicken pulled the sword out of its skull.

The elongated tongue touched the sword lightly and made a scoff...

"Broken!"

"Just because this ghost still wants to utter arrogant words, is he really going to be punished by cutting out his tongue as Old Man Li just said?"

The matchmaker was happy.

If it was so frustrating when Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu died just now, then she felt so happy now.

When this white-faced ghost tortured and killed others, he never thought that he would have such retribution!

"Woo——"

The screams echoed throughout the battle.

The black-bone chicken that cut off the white-faced ghost's tongue, slapped half of the white-faced ghost's head with its chicken wings, and then jumped out of the battlefield again...

Keep pacing.

"Well!"

"Uh-huh!"

The white-faced ghost collapsed and his mentality completely collapsed.

It covered its face and throat, suffering unspeakably. The special entwining thoughts like water on the black-bone sword remained on its wound like salt being sprinkled all the time.

pain!

It hurts!

Unbearable pain!

"Kill me, kill me, kill me..."

Cutting off the tongue could not stop the white-faced ghost from making noises. It lay on the ground and kept wailing. It could no longer endure such torture.

"Sir."

Old Man Li on the Xianggui Carriage called, with a somewhat regretful look on his face: "This one doesn't seem to have the power of death. No matter how much you stimulate it, it won't use it?"

"No, they're very smart, and some of them hide themselves very well."

"But it's usually so exciting that it should have exploded a long time ago. Let me put it in my place, old man. I feel like I'm either going to kill myself or mutate. Anyway, I can't stand this kind of inhuman torture..."

"It is indeed inhuman. It is a powerful ghost. The energy of ghosts is beyond your imagination."

The matchmaker was stunned for a moment.

What the master and servant were discussing, and what the millions of Jinxing spectators were paying attention to, seemed to be completely different from the same level.

Sounds ridiculous...

But are they experienced?

White-faced ghosts make a living by hunting those experienced in the ghost and Buddhist world.

This pair of carriage owners and servants seem to exist specifically to hunt "creatures/dead things" like white-faced ghosts?

And what they planned...

"This young master, is he trying to use this... this senior swordswoman to force out the hidden power of the white-faced ghost?"

"Is the power of death the one I know, the power of ancestral origin?"

The matchmaker didn't even know whether this "sword-bearing chicken" had any intelligence, so she had to honor her as "Sword Queen".

After all, this chicken is too strong, rarely seen in his life.

I feel that in terms of swordsmanship, the last vacant spot among the Seven Sword Immortals should be given to this cockscomb.

Even Beibei may not be able to beat this chicken!

"Hoo, hoo, hoo..."

The white-faced ghost lay on the ground, breathing heavily, and his body was shaking.

When it panted too hard, the black-bone chicken came up and struck it with a sword, and soon the white-faced ghost didn't even dare to breathe.

It was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time. It wanted to explode but didn't dare to explode. The whole ghost was twisted to the extreme.

"No more torture." Finally, the young master's sigh came from the cinnamon carriage in the distance:

"It turns out he is a bastard..."

"Sword Girl, kill it, it will be destroyed physically and mentally."

Jin Xing's screen suddenly focused on the rooster holding a sword, but he saw the rooster fluttering its wings, jumping lightly with the sword in its mouth, and spinning sideways in the air.

brush!

The bright silver sword energy cut through the void, tearing straight towards the trembling white-faced ghost lying on the ground.

"It's tolerable, but what can't be tolerated!"

The white-faced ghost stood with his heavy sword and let out an explosive cry. Immediately, his body exploded into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

As the space fluctuated, a ray of light quickly shot out from the blast point, pointing directly at... the Cinnamon Carriage!

"You wicked servant, I have tolerated you for a long time!"

The dim light turned into a ferocious evil ghost that was a hundred feet tall.

The majestic power of death gathered together and turned into the heavy giant sword in his hand.

This evil spirit and a huge sword, carrying unspeakable hatred, didn't even care about the back, and went straight to the roof of the car.

"Giggle--"

Wuji held his sword in his hand and chased after him, but his speed was already a little slower.

"Can't save!"

The matchmaker covered her lips.

Jin Xing even made fewer comments, and everyone watched with bated breath.

In the picture, Old Man Li looked up.

In the eyes of everyone, this weak old man was supposed to be extremely frail. At this moment, he looked at the sword falling like a pillar from the sky, and there was actually contempt on his lips.

"Master..."

He breathed softly, with a somewhat expectant look on his face.

When the heavy sword struck, he drove the carriage sideways.

At that moment, the horse tilted and the carriage tipped over. Where the epee struck the head, the first person to bear the brunt was no longer the top of the carriage, but the window!

"call……"

The wind rises.

The upward car curtains were slightly lifted.

The matchmaker's beautiful eyes widened immediately. She held the golden bead and tried to push the picture inside, trying to reveal the true form of the carriage boy.

Can't see clearly!

I can't even see the face clearly!

After the car curtains were lifted by the wind, only a fair side face was slightly exposed, but it only reached the lips and the tip of the nose, not even the eyes were exposed.

"It's pretty..."

The matchmaker's mind was moved, and she was just about to sigh that this carriage gentleman did not disappoint.

The carriage curtains suddenly folded outwards.

Then he stretched out a big hand with two fingers, which were formed into sword seals. From bottom to top, he gently pointed at the heavy sword formed by the power of the god of death.

"boom!"

With such a reckless collision of forces and waves of void force sweeping away, the cinnamon carriage actually did not fall apart.

The matchmaker is almost overwhelmed.

One eye was piercing the fluttering car curtains.

One eye is watching the confrontation between the sword finger and the heavy sword.

Ling Nian also wants to control the golden apricot screen to keep it from tilting and focus on the key points...

"impossible!"

The Void Demon screamed again.

It held its sword and received dozens or hundreds of blows from the black-bone chicken, but it failed to send the Death Sword downwards even a little bit.

The people in the car are actually stronger than the chicken holding the sword!

He only had two fingers, and he didn't even use the power of spiritual energy or ancestral origin. He could withstand the sword of death that had been charged for so long with just his physical body!

"What body is this?"

"Absolutely impossible!"

The single-wheel station and the rickety carriage were like a building that was about to fall, but it didn't fall.

"Nothing is impossible. Any miscalculation is beyond your vision."

"In other words, you are just a frog in the well."

The sick man's sarcasm came from the carriage. After a pause, his voice became a little cold and he suddenly shouted:

"Name·Ten-dan Sword Finger."

Power surged, and Jin Xing's picture suddenly blurred.

On the young master's sword finger, a clear liquid like water suddenly flowed out, wrapped around his fingers, and finally shone with a faint light.

"boom!"

The glimmer of light turned into sword light.

The sword light penetrated directly from the inside of the Death Sword, disembowelled the evil ghost's body, penetrated into the sky without any hindrance, and left traces of frost.

A frosty sword can spread a rainbow three thousand miles away, and the cold sky can split ghosts and break through the clouds!