The sword technique learned by "ghost" is called ghost sword technique.

Nothing wrong!

Liancheng's eyes were weird, and he always felt something was wrong. Especially the small word "li" in front of the ghost sword technique made him feel like he was looking at the second move catalog. In order to show his strength, many film and television works always like to add words such as "li", "true", and "dragon" in front of the move names.

There are too many similar names in this book "Five Three Ghost Swordsman Collection".

He summoned the sword again. This time it can't be called the Liuxin dagger. Judging from its ceiling light tube-like shape, it may be more suitable to call it the lightsaber.

Staring at the name on the booklet, the corresponding moves and actions magically appeared in his brain, giving him the feeling of watching a VR movie. He gestured casually.

"Oh hehe, there is also a sword to slash!" Lian Cheng suddenly remembered the scene of a flower shop slashing the police car.

It is more powerful than the power of the sword drawing.

He subconsciously tried it according to the influence in his mind, but fortunately he rationally stopped this impulse in time. The wall in the next bedroom was only for the worker to repair it soon, and he didn't want to make a big spoil in his home anymore.

Lian Cheng continued to browse the contents in the booklet with great interest. No man was interested in cold weapons. Although it might not be used, it was still very good as a hobby and entertainment.

Finger rubs against the soft surface of the fabric texture, intending to turn it to the next page.

Only then did Lian Cheng realize that the booklet was only thin and less than three or two pages. Originally, there was no need to force the page to turn the page, but this time, the power from his fingers was as heavy as a tremendous amount.

The soft and hard feeling of feedback makes people feel very uncomfortable and cannot completely use all their strength.

Lian Cheng didn't believe in evil, so he held his breath and concentrated his mind, and turned his spiritual energy to gather on his fingers. He exerted force and did not move at all. His muscles were tight, and he tried hard from his waist. His spine drove his arms. His arms pulled his arms and moved horizontally, which frozen for a moment.

My face was red, and ball-like sweat flowed down my forehead, and my hair seemed to be emitting blue smoke. At a progress of one millimeter and one millimeter, the angle between the two pages was from 5 degrees, 15 degrees until it was close to 90 degrees, and I instantly lost the power to compete with Liancheng's fingers.

Before Liancheng could hold back his strength, he threw himself on the ground with a bang. The entire building almost shook slightly. The window glass was buzzing like a drum beat. The pen holder on the table was shaken down and the pen fell all over the ground.

This made him fall a lot and rub his purple arms grinning. He picked up the booklet that he flew out and must see clearly what was written in it.

There is no illustration, only two lines of simple ancient text, which seem to have a slightly moving life, making it look a little blurry.

"Extreme Ghost Sword..." Lian Cheng tried hard to identify the text behind, "Storm Style"

Just as he read the last word.

The brain burst out, as if it was suddenly stuffed into something larger than the brain capacity, and as if it was being slapped by a powerful football while playing football. The eyes were white and the stars were filled with squeaks in his ears, which were sharp and harsh.

Lian Cheng staggered to the floor, closed his eyes, rubbed his temples with both hands for a while before he could relieve it.

He cursed: "This thing is really evil."

He tried to recall what was stuffed into his mind, but he couldn't remember anything. It seemed as if everything happened before was an illusion.

wrong……

Lian Cheng was suddenly stunned. He clearly remembered two numbers that should not have a special impression. "24 and 5."

Based on this clue, he tried hard to recall, and gradually remembered the memory he had poured into the booklet: "Storm Style can summon twenty-four swords. These twenty-four swords are actually the allusions of five swords of different shapes."

The names of the five swords are the Demon Sword Blood Light Soul Capture, the Giant Sword Tianxuan, the Short Sword Four Chens Slaying Evil, the Wufeng Thunder and the Light Blade Revenge.

There is a kind of intuition telling Lian Cheng that these five swords may actually exist in the world. If you want to maximize the power of the storm, you must collect all the swords that have passed down from generation to generation.

Lian Cheng scratched his head quite: "What's the use of collecting this thing?"

Needless to mention the plane, I can’t pass the subway security check with these guys!

Moreover, with his realm, this move is probably not possible even if he wants to use it. It is both an ancient sword and a heritage. It seems to be the ultimate move that was used when he was almost burning with jade and stone. Even if he does not die, he will become half a disabled person when he uses it.

Lian Cheng rationally chose to ignore the extra memory in his brain. He would never use this trick until the critical moment. Liuxin, the ghost sword technique is almost enough to draw a sword.

Besides, his idea is not to cultivate immortality and become a Buddha.

He is a vulgar man and really wants to have fun in modern society. If the price of becoming an immortal is to stay in the deep mountains and forests for the rest of his life, he would not even choose this path even if he beaten to death in the city.

The realm is not that high, and he has no idea to pursue false detachment. Living with self-esteem, fun, and hopefulness is enough.

The greatest meaning given to him was not to become stronger, but to no longer live like a dog.

He began to have the right to choose, which was the lowest will for human freedom. Liancheng was not greedy and felt that he was very satisfied with his life at the moment, but there were too many surprises.

Lian Cheng aimed at the book again, and there was a line of inconspicuous black characters under the Storm Style of the Extreme Ghost Sword Technique. This time, he didn't feel dizzy like the reading Storm Style. He didn't feel any at all, so he read it very easily.

"The Seventh Ghost God: The Evil God's Terror Rashu."

emmmmm...

What about six, five, four, three, two, one

It is literally known that it is closely related to ghosts. After reading it, Liancheng immediately had a memory related to it in his mind. He only had the method of using it, draw a few arrays, and then chant the spell blood.

The biggest problem is that there is no expected effect in memory of this move.

It’s like touching a prize. If you don’t catch the lottery ball, you will never know the lottery result.

Even Cheng didn't care much about it. The trick of this name's Kubakuba didn't even draw the sword to him. It was probably like the trick of the Five Ghosts's move in the story. He shook his head and didn't take it to heart anymore.

And on one page, the Storm-style font is not only large, but also has a dynamic fuzzy effect of at least 50 cents. The word "The Evil God's Horror" is pitifully small, and it is basically no different from a gift that buys one gets one free.

He didn't even feel like trying, and he had to vomit blood with this trick. According to the ratio of ten drops of blood on one drop of semen, how many rolls of toilet paper are needed.

"Try again if you have a chance."

Lian Cheng wanted to turn the pages of the booklet again, but as expected, he could not turn the last two pages anyway.

He simply cleaned up the messy house, and the phone rang out of place: "I heard that Princess Blizzard was retiring..."

The name of the caller ID is the guy Liancheng doesn't want to answer and has to answer now.

Liu Laosan.
Chapter completed!