Now, someone in Yougui Pavilion has used the full version of the ten-segment sword finger?

"Who!"

"There was a fight inside?"

"Hey, what a coincidence when I go to the market! I don't have money to enter Yougui Pavilion on weekdays, but today the door opens to welcome me, so I can have a good look... Damn, the ghosts and gods gang?"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

In the center of the battle, the ghost-faced old man watched indifferently, only to be horrified by the pain in his palms and the coldness in his back.

It’s incredible that you can still be hurt by people after turning on the fluctuating light.

Such a finger, such a "suggestion" must be a masterpiece. This ancient sword repair guard is not at all comparable to the level of dabblers such as Feng Xiao!

"Ten-segment sword fingers..."

"This Xu Gusheng comes from the Sword Tomb in the Eastern Region. The Sword Tomb belongs to Wen Ting. Wen Ting and Ba Zun are good friends..."

The ghost-faced old man was surprised that he actually bumped into a descendant of a real ancient sword cultivator, and he was just a guard. But once the battle started, he had no intention of evading.

"Kaiyang!"

With another shout, the ghost-faced old man's shirt exploded, blood flowed rapidly throughout his body, and his scarred half was as hot as a boiling pot, burning red.

When the treasure body is glowing with glow, it can be vaguely seen that the acupoints all over its body are like golden needles, glowing with dazzling light.

Amidst the sounds of crackling bones and biting bones, the ghost-faced old man made a rolling thunder sound in his throat, and the energy and blood in his body surged, turning into the roar of a dragon and elephant.

"Open it for me!"

After the power of his palm was exhausted, he actually took root in Wuming, regained his strength, and knocked back the sick master's guard three steps with a bang.

"Ta-ta-ta."

The ghost-faced old man slapped the opponent away with a palm, and he was pushed back half a step by the sword finger. After calming down, there was still surprise in his eyes.

Is this also the power of ten sword fingers?

It actually contains some physical techniques to counter shock... Those eight masters really live up to their reputation!

"The second true body was photographed and retreated?"

On the other side, Xu Xiaoshou hugged the two girls and looked back in surprise, as if looking at a monster.

This is the second true body, the strength of Holy Emperor Level 0, equivalent to half of the original body blessed by various exotic treasures, foreign objects, and supernatural powers.

Even if you don't push hard, you will always be able to knock others away, but now you will be forced back.

Doesn’t this mean that the physical strength of the ghost-faced old man is terrifyingly strong?

"God also..."

"At the gate of hell, God is called God..."

"Ghosts and Gods Gang, Second Leader, Ghost Face..."

Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful.

He once inquired about physical skills, and after getting no results, he found an opportunity to ask Ba Zun.

Ba Zunzun once said that Shenyi's physical skills are unlike his, which only have "body" and no "skills".

His main practice is a method of opening orifices and acupuncture points, which is called "ancient martial arts".

Ancient martial arts is about ancient sword cultivation.

The latter is purely based on the talent for enlightenment, and if you don't realize it, you won't be able to realize it; the former is directly based on your physical aptitude, and you will die if you don't succeed.

Therefore, it has been spread even less, and its inheritance has almost been cut off. It is even rarer than the dragon and phoenix, and there are only a few of them across the entire continent.

Even the eight masters who knew the ancient warriors, apart from Shen Yi, only knew that there was one of the six divisions of the Holy Temple.

However, the inheritance of the body part is even more discontinuous. It is because gods have also succeeded that they are taken seriously. This is naturally different from the monstrous man who calls himself a god after a ghost gate.

Now, it is obvious that the old man with the ghost face has been practicing real ancient martial arts for a long time, that is, the method of opening and stabbing acupuncture points, and the "skill" of physical skills!

"Your Excellency is good at swordsmanship, what should I call you?"

The ghost-faced old man briefly stopped his attack, looked at the healed blood hole in his palm, and looked at the sick young man's guard with startled eyes.

The power in his body was still burning, his face was red, his ears were red, and veins were popping out on his forehead. It was because his curiosity suppressed his desire to fight.

The sick man's guard remained silent.

The sick man rudely hit his guard on the back of the head with a folding fan, "His reputation is ruined."

The ghost-faced old man's eyes narrowed and his tone was unkind: "Mr. Xu, is this how you treat your subordinates?"

He turned his gaze again, "Even with such amazing ancient swordsmanship skills, my brother can still compete for the title of the new Seven Sword Immortals. How can he be willing to be inferior to others?"

At this moment, the ghost-faced old man clearly saw the puppet-like brother Jin Ren who was dressed in combat uniforms. His body trembled and he raised his head, his eyes glimmering.

This look is so familiar!

Longing, longing, desire for the future and light... When I was young, didn't I also have this light in my eyes?

But with a slight tap from the sick man, the folding fan lowered his head and took away his light.

"A guard is a guard, and a slave is a slave."

"With this little strength, why are you talking about the New Seven Swordsmen? Are you as generous as that Feng Xiao?"

After swiping, everyone glanced outside Yougui Pavilion, even the brothers from the Ghosts and Gods Gang couldn't help but look over.

Feng Xiao's face turned red, he covered his ears and almost buried his head in his chest.

"All brothers!"

He suddenly raised his head again, regained his energy, strode into the pavilion, and said as he walked:

"I can't do it anymore."

"But you are a true descendant of the Burial Sword Tomb. You have cultivated ten sword fingers, and you can even hurt Senior Ghost Face. How can you be inferior to others with such cultivation?"

"We, the sword cultivators, should move forward bravely and fight for our reputation... You have the appearance of the Seven Swordsmen!"

The sick young master smiled behind his fan when he heard this, with a stern look in his eyes: "You are a defeated general, do you have a place to talk here?"

"I must be defeated by you!" Feng Xiao shouted angrily, not wanting to talk to this useless young master, and looked at the guards, "You..."

"No need to say more, my guard will never leave me...right? Jinren."

"Yes!" The second real body turned around helplessly and nodded in cooperation.

The ghost-faced old man became angry when he saw this.

Such a swordsmanship actually fell into the hands of a sick and weak young man. What clues did he have?

If the Ghosts and Gods Gang can recruit this person...

He turned his eyes and Feng Xiao received it. He walked over with his head held high and said seriously: "Brother Jinren, I didn't say that..."

"If you didn't say it, then don't say it!"

"Xu Gusheng, shut up! What do you know about ancient sword cultivation?" Feng Xiao was really angry now.

"Oh, then you know a lot about ancient sword cultivation?" The sick man didn't shy away, came over with a fan and sneered:

"It was your sword Twilight, which couldn't even protect you, that made you successful and made you understand ancient sword cultivation."

"Or is it because your swordsmanship is so high that you dare to speak so eloquently in front of me, the heir to the Sword Tomb?"

Feng Xiao's momentum froze, and his face turned blue and white.

Thinking that his sword was broken by the guard ordered by this person, he became angry and wanted to speak out.

The sick man snorted coldly, Feng Xiao's words got stuck in his throat for no reason and he couldn't come out.

Yougui Pavilion, passers-by on the street, and all onlookers gather their eyes.

Even the ghost-faced old man looked at the sick young man silently, watching as his aura followed him, rising steadily.

"I don't know how you people in the Central Region view ancient sword cultivators, how to imitate ancient sword cultivators, how to imitate ancient sword cultivators, how to imitate them, how to imitate ancient sword cultivators, and how to imitate them."

"But the ancient sword cultivators I've seen in the Eastern Region can risk their entire family to protect a sword!"

"Even if it fails, even if they die, even if one or two members of the clan die... a true ancient sword cultivator has never given up on the way in her heart."

The sick man's eyes were burning, staring at Feng Xiao, whose face turned pale and his figure was swaying, and he sneered:

"You are the throne of swordsmanship!"

"I don't believe it, sir. We just fought, and you don't have the ability to protect your sword."

"It's just that in your mind, everyone is much stronger than you. If you go too far, if you stand out, if you resist, you will die."

"Your life is higher than your sword, and all you can do is howl... A person like you, who calls himself an ancient sword cultivator and has insulted too many people, still dares to talk about swords in front of me?"

The paper fan gently hit Feng Xiao's trembling face, and then slowly raised his chin.

With a "pop" sound, Feng Xiao's body was shaken by thunder, blood flowed to his heart, his eyes were blurred on the spot, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

The sick man turned sideways in time, flicked his folding fan, and hid half of his face.
Chapter completed!