When Yun Hai saw it, his heart was immediately replaced by a kind of solemnity. He knew that these painted ghosts were indeed extremely mysterious, and they acted as fast as ghosts, which was even better than the last time they saw it. They were so good that they could not be glimpsed.

These thoughts flashed quickly in his mind. It seemed not short, but in fact it was just a matter of blinking. Just as the blood-red claw was about to touch his body, a light flashed in Yun Hai's eyes. He made a mistake under his feet and his upper body swayed, which made this deadly blood claw in the slightest slightest.

Then his subordinates kept drawing a perfect arc light that was lighted up like a jade-like in the instant, and before everyone could react, they slashed on the blood-red claw of the painted ghost.

when!!--

A mysterious sound of gold and stone clashing suddenly came from between the two of them. The Heart Sword slashed on the wrist of the painting ghost, and unexpectedly made a sound like a slashing on the sword. Its body was so hard, but the Heart Sword was a powerful sword based on the three souls and seven spirits of the sea of ​​clouds, and then condensed the supreme sword energy, turning invisible into tangible, and directly condensed. It was not something that a mere ghost could resist.

Although the hard skin of the painting ghost slightly blocked the Heart Sword, it still could not change the outcome of the cut-off of the wrist. White light flashed by, and a blood-red claw landed on the ground. All this seemed long, but it only took a short moment. In the blink of an eye, the painting ghost had already cut off one wrist, but what is strange was that although the painting ghost had one hand cut off, there was no blood between his wrists. There was no sign of pain on his face.

This evil thing also made Zhang Yuan's face change slightly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Brother Yun, please be careful. This is the ghost of the painting soul master who has been trained by evil methods. His body is no different from a zombie. He has no pain at all. Moreover, they are just a pair of skins, which are extremely difficult to deal with. They must cut them into countless pieces and burn them into ashes with the Taoist Samadhi True Fire. Otherwise, as long as the ancestor of the painting soul master does not die, these ghosts will be resurrected in a short time. Never be ruthless."

Although Zhang Yuan heard Yun Hai talk about the last time he fought against the ghost in the painting, Yun Hai did not explain in detail the ghost in the painting at that time because he did not want to publicize his unique skill, the Heart Lotus Sword Song. Therefore, as soon as he saw this situation, he immediately told the characteristics of the ghost in the painting and some taboos.

When Yun Hai heard this, he couldn't help but feel warm and said to himself: "Zhang Yuan is really a person who can make friends. Although he is a bit extreme in his attitude towards demons, he is still a good friend.

Thinking in his heart, he smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, please don't worry, these or two little ghosts can't hurt me, Yunhai. I think I have killed no less than a hundred such little ghosts before. He Juzhi." With a light smile, his wrist turned, and the sword light flashed. The painted ghost in front of him was thorned into tens of millions of pieces in just one moment.

That's not all. Looking at the pieces of skin scattered on the ground, Yun Hai suddenly pinched a yellow talisman paper from his left hand. With the power urged, the talisman paper turned into a blink of an eye and fell on the broken skins. The scattered skins turned into nothing in the flames without any surprise.

"Damn little Taoist priest, if I don't take your life today, how can I eliminate the hatred in my heart and give me my life?" After seeing Yunhai destroying a ghost in his painting, the anger in his eyes could not help but erupt. The old hatred and new hatreds surged into my heart.

Originally, the ancestor of Huahun was a little afraid of Yun Hai's Heart Lotus Sword Song, and wanted to use the ghost of Huashui to consume most of his skills and then take it down in one fell swoop. But he still couldn't help it and took action first.

After a cold sneer, the figure of the Painting Soul Ancestor also left his original position in an instant, pulled out countless afterimages, and appeared behind the sea of ​​clouds at an incredibly fast speed without warning. A very dark palm also appeared at the same time, and the faint black light faintly revealed endless weirdness.

"Brother Yun, be careful!" When Zhang Yuan saw the ancestor of the Soul Painting Soul suddenly appeared behind the sea of ​​clouds, his face changed drastically. He quickly split a ghost in front of him in half, and hurriedly shouted: "That is the soul searching hand. You must not let him get close to him, otherwise, those who are hit will have their essence and blood. The soul will disappear and the spirit will dissipate, and it is very vicious."

This soul searching hand is the famous skill of the Soul Painting Ancestor. I think in his heyday, the soul searching hand was not like this now. He was shot at will. Within ten meters, he would be covered by a pitch-black giant claw. If he was hit by it, his soul would be immediately separated from his body. His body would disappear and dissipate, and he would be extremely vicious.

But at this time, Yun Hai did not have time to think about it. When he saw the Painting Soul Ancestor suddenly pulled out a series of afterimages, he already knew that the most difficult battle in his life that had lived to this day finally kicked off, and when he saw that the dark palm was about to be printed on Yun Hai's vest.

Yun Hai moved his feet, and a strong sword energy suddenly burst out from his body, and a jade sword appeared in front of the black palm without any warning.

when!!--

A crisp sound came out, and the black palm hit the jade sword. A yin evil force suddenly emitted a huge force, and the huge force also made the sea of ​​clouds notice it in an instant.

Without thinking, Yun Hai used the mysterious skill in his hand, and streams of extremely pure sword elements rushed into the sword like thunder. Moreover, Yun Hai kept shaking the sword body for an instant, quickly resolving the force on the sword.

These things are slow to say, but in fact they are just what happened in the blink of an eye. Since Yun Hai practiced swordsmanship, he has been studying the sword intent of the Taoist man who entered his body every day, experiencing the profound sword principles, constantly improving his sword cultivation, and practicing swords hard every day, and the heart sword is inseparable from them. It is like waving an arm to use it.

As soon as he faced the Painted Soul Ancestor, the panic in his heart had long been abandoned behind his head. There was only a sword in his hand, and only a sword in his heart. The sword moved with his heart, and his body followed the sword. After dissolving the force on the sword, Yun Hai did not think about it. The sword body turned and turned into a strange mystery, instantly leaving his original position, and stabbed the Painted Soul Ancestor without hesitation with the force of thunder.

The speed of change of moves is simply incredible. It is unbelievable. The white jade-like sword light penetrates the body. The extremely sharp sharp edge makes people feel the awe-inspiring chill emitted from the sword at a glance. The sharp sword stage is just as if it is about to imprison the surrounding air at the same time.
Chapter completed!