Chapter 1041 Ghost Sword

There are no fancy tricks, only the flesh.

Feng Tiangang, the ghost corpse, has obviously experienced tempering and is extremely hard. Even if the strong man at the peak of Qi transformation takes all his strength, he may not be able to break the physical defense.

Zhang Xiaoshan's Glazed Vajra Physico is also very magical and unmatched.

Minutes have passed.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Is Zhang Xiaoshan a serious demigod strongman, or is he a little short of reaching the divine realm?

Feng Tiangang is different.

He just relied on external forces to forcibly improve his cultivation level.

At this moment, the medicinal power was about to fade away, and he had already felt the power dissipating.

"Tianlong Fist."

The ghosts around him were even more powerful and ferocious.

"cut."

Hu Lie and others couldn't help but worry.

At the same time, a red and golden gourd appeared three feet above Zhang Xiaoshan's head.

The desperate rebels showed the gloss of hope in their eyes.

Zhang Xiaoshan raised his hand and punched Feng Tiangang hard in the chest, knocking him away for several meters.

The demigod powerful man holds a spirit-level magic weapon in his hand, which is too powerful.

"It just so happens that today, I will use you to try the power of my sword."

People looked at Feng Tiangang's giant sword in his hand in horror.

"Well, what the hell is that."

"Ahem."

Several off-road vehicles were squeezed into a ball by them.

Zhang Xiaoshan used the Sword Sword Technique, the first move.

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at Lin Yanran and said gently.

"Feng Tiangang, do you think that you are the only one in this world who owns spiritual weapons?"

"Where did you come from such a high-level magic weapon as a deputy leader of Feihu Sect?"

Feng Tiangang is extremely arrogant at this moment.

"I've given you a chance again and again, but you are stubborn. It's okay, I'll let you see how powerful this spiritual magic weapon is."

A rare young genius who is unique in the world is about to die here today.

While speaking, Feng Tiangang held the Guiming Sword in his hand tightly with both hands, and the evil spirits in his body were mobilized wildly.

Sword drawing technique.

Just when the black sword energy was only one meter away from Zhang Xiaoshan.

"It's a spirit-level magic weapon. The demigod's cultivation and spiritual-level magic weapon can already threaten the real powerhouse of the divine realm. That kid is just a demigod and is definitely not an opponent of Sect Master Feng. We will definitely win.

.”

Like a small sun,

"It's stubborn."

"No, Feng Tiangang, the old bastard, actually has such a trump card. It's not a big deal."

"Thorn."

"Aoah..."

Everyone fell to the ground, wailing and crying.

A black sword energy rushed towards Zhang Xiaoshan like a huge wave of hundreds of feet.

"Is it a magic weapon?"

"Boy, you're hiding very deeply. Today I underestimated you, but the final winner is me."

Everyone on the top of the mountain involuntarily covered their ears, their faces full of pain.

"Too strong, too scary."

Hu Lie and others were completely desperate.

"Ghost Sword."

"Dieting under this Ghost Sword is your glory, go die."

The sword-raising gourd floating above Zhang Xiaoshan was trembling wildly, and at the same time it made a deafening roar.

"If you kneel down and kowtow to me three times in a row, I will tell you where this treasure comes from and how?"

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the Guiming Sword in Feng Tiangang's hand, frowned, thinking.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

As the black giant sword appeared, ghosts and wolves howled around them, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the entire top of the snow fox mountain seemed to have become a purgatory on earth.

"Hahaha……"

“Buzz buzz…”

Everyone was mourning and regretting Zhang Xiaoshan.

He stood up from the ground with a cough.

Although Lin Yanran, who was bound, did not know the power of the spirit-level magic weapon, looked at the expressions of everyone and the scene of howling around him, he knew that the thing was a great threat to Zhang Xiaoshan, and he might want Zhang Xiaoshan.

He immediately shouted.

"You kid have good eyesight. Since you know the spiritual-level low-grade magic weapon in my hand, why don't you kneel down and confess your guilt?"

"I, Zhang Xiaoshan, will not let my woman ignore her and run away in panic. Since you are my person, I will naturally protect you."

"No, don't..." Lin Yanran let out a hissing howl.

"Aoaoao, Ulala..."

"Zhang Xiaoshan, don't worry about me, I don't want to implicate you. Go away quickly, go away quickly."

The entire Hu family's ancestral home will also be razed to the ground.

A huge black sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Hehehe, boy, you are already in danger of protecting yourself, and you still want to save the beauty of a hero?"

However, Zhang Xiaoshan, who faced the sword, had no fear at all on his face, but instead laughed.

"Don't worry about me."

The entire top of Xuehu Mountain was shaking, and the earth was already trembling.

"KaKaKa..."

Feng Tiangang's sword swinging action was another three-pointer.

The Ghost Sword in his hand slashed it with a fierce sword.

It is obvious that this sword can not only contaminate Zhang Xiaoshan, but also kill them behind Zhang Xiaoshan and them together.

"Spiritual-level low-grade magic weapon?"

There are countless evil resentment in the sword energy. Not to mention being hit on the front, even if you are contaminated with these evil energy, it will be enough to drink a pot.

"Well, what the hell is that?"

Zhang Xiaoshan finally shouted fiercely.

"cut!"

"boom……"

The tightly closed gourd suddenly opened, and a fiery red light and shadow burst out.
Chapter completed!