Butcher Wang looked at Old Liu with a proud face in shock: "Did you plan to plot against them from the beginning?"

"Of course!" Lao Liu sneered: "Whoever dares to provoke people from the Liangjietang will end up well? Let their true souls remain immortal, and they must be grateful."

Lao Liu deliberately knocked on the fan twice: "Li Xue, I advise you not to make me angry, otherwise I will train you, a vicious dog, first. Look at how well-behaved they two are."

Li Xue really didn't dare to speak, but the coldness in Lao Liu's eyes did not diminish at all.

In his words: a dog must be trained, a donkey must be whipped; if it is not trained, it will not obey; if it is not whipped, it will not work. After that, he began to beat the three ghosts and gods for several months.

The remnant souls of the three ghosts and gods were still swimming towards Lao Liu's fan. Butcher Wang was already anxious: "Old Liu, let's go back and help Li Po. The ghosts and gods over there are difficult to deal with!"

Old Liu shook his head and said, "We are only helping our boss if we don't go back."

Old Liu stood up and said: "If Mojia Village is in chaos, Cangyu Sect will definitely rush thousands of miles to attack Mojia Village. The two of us have to stop Cangyu Sect."

Butcher Wang said in a deep voice: "Do I need to call someone?"

When Butcher Wang said calling people, she didn't mean to call Liang Jie Tang, and she didn't want to cause Liang Jie Tang to die.

"No need!" Lao Liu said calmly, "The two of us are almost enough. It's not like we can wipe out all the enemies, just hold them back. But when you run away, you have to take me with you. I can't run fast."

Butcher Wang squinted his eyes and looked at Old Liu and said, "You old man who is delaying things!"

As Old Liu laughed and turned around, a loud noise suddenly came from the mountain. Mojia Village was like playing cards blown down by the north wind. They all collapsed in an instant. The ground shook and the mountains shook, and dust and smoke billowed into the sky.

Butcher Wang couldn't help but gasped: "Ghosts and gods have been born."

It is indeed the birth of ghosts and gods!

Under Ye Yang's repeated stimulation, Ghost and God Zhinan broke through the restrictions of the Galaxy Lock and stood between heaven and earth.

I originally thought that Zhinan should be dressed as a scholar to match the scholarly Gu Bei. But I didn't expect that Zhinan would be a swordsman.

"Swordless Realm!" Ye Yang's sword intent suddenly erupted, and he confronted Zhinan in the distance through the air.

Ye Yang's sword intention is like an approaching rainstorm when it is triggered, and the depression when the storm is about to come is enough to make people suffocate. Once it is released, the continuous sword force is like the Yangtze River flowing thousands of miles, and the sword will never stop until it kills the enemy.

Zhinan's sword intention is indeed as calm as water, giving the impression that it is like a deep pool with no ripples. It is unfathomable and can trap thousands of armies. It is bottomless and can contain torrents.

Zhinan's sword intent can restrain Ye Yang!

I suddenly turned around and rushed in between the two of them. The two swords in my hands swept through the wind and snow, and struck Zhinan in the air: "A night of wind and snow, ghosts and ghosts were frightened."

The black and white double blades were like a violent snowstorm, falling all over the sky. Zhinan just raised his two fingers together and flew into the air, thousands of sword energy came through the air.

Zhinan and I each made a move, and hundreds of swords and sword shadows collided in a radius of several meters. Every inch of air seemed to be exploded by true energy and divine power, rolling outwards with a strange sound.

This move seemed evenly matched, but in fact I was at a disadvantage - Zhinan didn't move at all, but I was blocked by the opponent's sword energy for several meters.

After Zhinan was banned for many years, he forcibly broke out of the ban. Even if he had accumulated some experience in the forbidden area and restored his skills to their original state, breaking the ban this time was enough to consume most of the opponent's strength, but he could still defeat me.

Easily repelled, Zhinan's power in its heyday is evident.

This time, I can't kill him. In the future, I will definitely be chased by him!

I can't give him such a chance.

"The setting sun illuminates the city with blood in the evening!" The moves of my double swords changed, and the light of the swords during the day and night became as red as blood. The blood shined for ten meters, and the shadow of the swords was like a waterfall slashing down diagonally.

The sword's light is like blood, the sword's power is connected, and the murderous intention on the sword makes ghosts and gods cry.

A bloody sword is a sword that slaughters the city.

When my master gave me this set of sword techniques, he told me that you cannot use this set of sword techniques before you transform into a mortal. You cannot activate the power of the sword, and you cannot withstand the backlash of the killing intent in the sword techniques.

This is a killing move that can slaughter a clan and a city!

I asked Master, what is the name of this sword technique?

My master said that there is no name. If you really want to name it, just call it "past".

The past is written in blood.

After that, I never asked about the origin of this set of sword techniques, nor did I give it a name.

Master said "past", it should be that the sword technique hides the story of his past.

I don't know why, when I used that bloody sword light, the blood on my body seemed to boil instantly. It was like walking on a battlefield filled with blood. I didn't know life or death, and I didn't think about the outcome. I just wanted to

Kill the enemy with one sword, and then rush to a certain target through the opponent's blood.

At that moment, I clearly saw Zhinan's eyes widening. As a ghost, he was also shocked by the murderous intent on my sword, and he was very careful when he struck.

This time, Zhinan's fingers turned into palms and slashed at me diagonally. The sword energy in his palms seemed to have been practiced in vain, and he rushed towards the aurora swimming from the horizon with a heart-rending coldness.
Chapter completed!