Xiao Qinglong has not appeared and has been recuperating and resting in the wrapping space.

Now that he received the order, he immediately exerted all his strength and joined forces with He Wuhen to attack.

Two green wood powers gathered on the blood-drinking knife, freeing up a green sword light that was ten feet long, emitting a terrifying power.

"Click!"

The huge sword light slashed the ghost dragon's head and cut off three of its right eye's eyebrows.

A few feet had keels that were thick with He Wuhen’s thighs, fell to the ground in a depressed manner, splashing with dust.

The ghost dragon's huge body, which was slashed by the sword light, retreated four steps away again, making the earth stomp and cracking countless cracks.

However, the ghost dragon also took the opportunity to counterattack, spewing out a large mouthful of gray dead cold air, covering He Wuhen.

With a "bang", He Wuhen was swept thirty feet away and smashed into the ground.

The earth, which was already earth-shaking, was immediately smashed into a big pit of ten feet and cracked into countless gaps.

"Cough cough..." He Wuhen coughed violently twice and got up from the bottom of the pit in a mess.

His whole body was covered in dust, his face was very pale, and his whole body was trembling with cold.

Although the death cold air did not directly erase him, it still caused him serious injuries.

The cold air of death not only caused great harm to his body, but also his soul was almost frozen and trembled.

The moment the cold air of death invaded his body, he felt his soul as if he was falling into an ice cellar, and he truly felt the breath of death.

"It's so scary! This rotten skeleton is so damaged. I'm so careless with such strong strength!"

He Wuhen, who suffered a loss because of relaxing his vigilance, never dared to take it lightly again.

He immediately used the energy in his body, recovered his injuries, and grabbed the knife and rushed towards the ghost dragon again.

"Yan Emperor opens the sky and kills!"

The little hair ball, who received the order, immediately exerted all its strength and joined forces with him to use a ten-meter-long flame sword light, slashing at the ghost dragon with a bang.

With a muffled "bang", the flame sword light cut off eight dragon bones again, cutting out a huge gap in the ghost dragon's head.

Several broken keel bones fell to the ground, and the ghost dragon let out an angry roar and violently slapped out both front paws.

"Bang!"

The huge dragon claw completely covered He Wuhen, and flew back dozens of feet away, smashing into the devastated mountain.

The three thousand feet high mountain was already shattered and shaking. When He Wuhen smashed it like this, most of it collapsed suddenly.

"puff……"

He Wuhen opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood foam, mixed with gravel and dust.

He struggled to crawl out of the ruins and looked down at the dragon flame armor.

The dragon flame armor, which has become a spiritual weapon, has a very powerful defense, but it still cannot withstand the slap of the ghost dragon and is deeply sunk.

"Damn, this rotten skeleton is indeed not simple. Fortunately, I used the Source of Ten Thousand Poisons and the Soul-Breaking Slash to weaken its strength, otherwise I wouldn't be able to beat it today."

He Wuhen cursed angrily, and rushed up again with the blood-drinking knife.

"Bang!"

Several more dragon bones were cut off, and a huge pit appeared on the dragon head of the ghost dragon, which clearly showed the soul fire in the skull cavity.

Similarly, He Wuhen was knocked away by several dark blue icicles again and smashed into the mountains.

This time, the remaining half of the mountains collapsed, completely turning into ruins, stirring up smoke and dust in the sky.

"Come again! I don't believe that I can't remove you!"

He Wuhen spitted out a mouthful of bloody saliva, held the knife and rushed forward again.

"Eight Desolations!"

"Shura Kill!"

"The Heaven-Crossing Palm Technique!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The endless sword light drowned the ghost dragon, and the huge palm that covered the sky and the sun slammed down, and a deafening explosion sounded between the sky and the earth.

The huge mountain-like ghost dragon became the best target, and was attacked by He Wuhen. He was defeated step by step, and hundreds of bones were broken.

After a hundred breaths, He Wuhen temporarily stopped the offensive and was breathing.

The appearance of the ghost dragon has become very miserable. One leg was broken, its tail was cut off, and two huge gaps were exposed in the dragon's head.

"Huh... It seems that even if it removes its bones, it will not die. It can only be wiped out its soul fire!"

He Wuhen was wearing rough clothes and was thinking in his heart.

Using the Soul-Breaking Slash again may be able to kill the ghost dragon, but He Wuhen is a little reluctant to use it.

His eyes rolled, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"Since I condensed the Tongtian Yuanshen, I have not tried to leave the body and control the power of the blood-drinking sword to fight."

He did what he thought of, and he immediately inspired his soul to heaven, and colorful light emerged from his body.

A dazzling colorful light burst out, covering him.

The blood-drinking knife merged with the soul, wrapping him around with a huge sword light that turned into ten feet long.

The violent and raging energy dissipated, suppressing the surrounding land to shatter, and the ruins after the collapse of the mountains were also suppressed into flat ground.

As soon as the soul of Tongtian came out, the heaven and earth changed color, and the wind and clouds were roaring, as if the world was trembling.

The ghost dragon was stunned, and the soul fire flashed rapidly.

Feeling the terrifying power contained in Tongtian Yuanshen, its heart is filled with panic and fear.

If it was its heyday, it would naturally not be afraid of its strength.

But now, it has been seriously injured, and the source of all poisons is still eroding its soul, and its strength is less than 50% of it at its peak.

"Damn the reptile! When my injury recovers, you will definitely take your life!"

The ghost dragon roared, turned around immediately, and his body turned into a fog and fled to the distance.

He Wuhen was stunned for a moment, and he didn't expect that the arrogant ghost dragon would escape in the face of the battle.

"I actually want to escape! There's no way!"

He shouted coldly, and the light of the soul sword turned into a ray of lightning, instantly assassinating ten miles away, hitting the ghost dragon with a bang.

"Boom!"

At that moment, a loud noise sounded like a roar of thunder, shaking the sky, and the earth instantly collapsed and collapsed for 800 miles.

The ghost dragon as huge as a mountain was actually blown out by the light of the soul sword.

It flew thousands of feet away, and then suddenly split into two, then burst into pieces, turning into tens of millions of bones, scattering on the ground.

The ghost dragon's body was actually shattered by the light of the soul sword, and it was truly dismantled into a pile of rotten bones.

"Bang bang bang!"

Millions of keels bombarded the ground, knocking out countless large pits on the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.

The dragon's body was smashed, and the ghost dragon was left with only a gray-white soul fire.

It was extremely frightened and turned around and ran away in a panic way, so it would be necessary to get rid of He Wuhen, the killing god.

However, only a cold shout of disdain was heard in the huge sword light of the soul.

"I still want to run away like this? Death!"

"Swoosh!"

The ten-foot-long soul sword light cut through the sky and instantly assassinated more than ten miles away, catching up with the soul fire.

The brilliant and colorful light instantly submerged the soul fire.

But the soul fire is extremely tenacious. Even though He Wuhen captured it, he still refused to resist and violently encouraged it to rise.

In the light of the soul sword, He Wuhen showed a disdainful sneer.

"You actually want to self-destruct? You think beautifully!"

With his cold shout, the Blood-Drinking Knife erupted a rich purple flame, which immediately swallowed the soul fire.

In front of the Divine Soldier Blood-Drinking Demon Sword, any soul who wants to escape has only one end, that is, being swallowed.

Soon, the five-colored sword light of the soul dissipated, and He Wuhen took the soul back into his body and his figure appeared.

At the same time, a system prompt sounded in his mind.

"Ding! Kill a level nine monster and gain 800,000 experience points."

"Ding! Successfully triggered the special effect of the magic weapon, the Blood-Drinking Demon Sword absorbed the target soul power, and condensed into a dragon spirit sword soul."

"Dragon Spirit Sword Soul: Ghost Dragon, Immortal Soul. Sword Soul Effect: Summon an ancient ghost dragon to kill the target, and the cold air of death wipes out all living souls."
To be continued...