The black-bone chicken was indifferent and still stood around, pacing slowly and slowly.

boom!

The white-faced ghost cut the ground with one sword and shouted loudly:

"Come on! Fight!"

The chicken seemed to have seen through that the ghost's sword had no lethality, so it stepped on the boundary of the force wave and continued to wander.

The white-faced ghost's Adam's apple rolled up and he sweated like beans.

Its face turned to the other side, but its eyes did not dare to turn.

It stared blankly at the black-bone chicken, facing the carriage, and angrily scolded the two humans there who were still making sarcastic remarks:

"What a pair of dandy and evil servants, but they just relied on themselves to raise a spiritual beast, pretending to be a tiger..."

brush!

The afterimage of the black-bone chicken disappeared.

The white-faced ghost stopped suddenly, his pupils were shaking, and he was just about to raise the sword bar...

"Tsk!"

The black-bone sword pierced the white-faced ghost's right eye.

The speed in front of it was actually all in a show, and it exploded faster at this time. It was due to the inertia of thinking and being caught off guard.

"ah--"

The stone sword was like a drill. After it penetrated the skull, it kept twitching and twisting. The heart-wrenching pain not only came from the body, but also from the soul, and it hurt!

The white-faced ghost couldn't bear it anymore and opened his mouth to scream in pain.

It just opened its mouth, holding the sword in its mouth. The chicken's body rotated down, its claws inserted into the white-faced ghost's mouth, and it curled its toes and pinched it.

"Tongue!"

The matchmaker screamed: "The black chicken pulled out the tongue of the white-faced ghost with his feet!"

The white-faced ghost was completely frightened.

What's going on, just because I scolded its master over and over again?

Before it could finish thinking, its eyes hurt, and the sword-bearing chicken pulled the sword out of its skull.

The elongated tongue touched the sword lightly and made a scoff...

"Broken!"

"Just because this ghost still wants to utter arrogant words, is he really going to be punished by cutting out his tongue as Old Man Li just said?"

The matchmaker is happy.

If Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu were so frustrated when they died just now, then she feels so happy now.

When this white-faced ghost tortured and killed others, he never thought that he would have such retribution!

"Woo——"

The screams echoed throughout the battle.

The black-bone chicken that cut off the tongue of the white-faced ghost slapped half of the white-faced ghost's head with its chicken wings, and then jumped out of the battlefield again...

Keep pacing.

"Well!"

"Uh-huh!"

The white-faced ghost collapsed and his mentality completely collapsed.

It covered its face and throat, suffering unspeakably. The special entwining thoughts like water on the black-bone sword remained on its wound like salt being sprinkled all the time.

pain!

It hurts!

Unbearable pain!

"Kill me, kill me, kill me..."

Cutting off the tongue could not stop the white-faced ghost from making noises. It lay on the ground and kept wailing. It could no longer endure such torture.

"Son."

Old Man Li on the Xianggui Carriage called, with a somewhat regretful look on his face: "This one doesn't seem to have the power of death. No matter how much you stimulate it, it won't use it?"

"No, they are very smart, and some of them hide themselves very well."

"But if it's so exciting, it should have exploded a long time ago. Let me put it in my place, old man. I feel like I'm either going to kill myself or mutate. Anyway, I can't stand this kind of inhuman torture..."

"It is indeed inhuman. It is a powerful ghost. The energy of ghosts is beyond your imagination."

The matchmaker was stunned for a while after hearing this.

What this pair of masters and servants were discussing, and what millions of Jinxing spectators were paying attention to, seemed to be completely different from the same level.

Sounds ridiculous...

But are they experienced?

White-faced ghosts make a living by hunting those experienced in the ghost and Buddhist world.

This pair of carriage owners and servants seem to exist specifically to hunt "living things/dead things" like the white-faced ghost?

And what they planned...

"This young master, is he trying to use this... this senior swordswoman to force out the hidden power of the white-faced ghost?"

"Is the power of death the one I know about, the power of ancestral origin?"

The matchmaker didn't even know whether this "sword-bearing chicken" had any intelligence, so she had to honor her as "Sword Girl".

After all, this chicken is too strong, rarely seen in his life.

I feel that in terms of swordsmanship, the last vacant spot among the Seven Sword Immortals should be given to this cockscomb.

Even Beibei may not be able to defeat this chicken!

"Hoo, ho, ho..."

The white-faced ghost was lying on the ground, breathing heavily, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

When it panted too hard, the black-bone chicken came up and struck it with a sword, and soon the white-faced ghost didn't even dare to breathe.

It is like a volcano that has been suppressed for a long time. It wants to explode but does not dare to explode. The whole ghost is twisted to the extreme.

"No more torture." Finally, the young master's sigh came from the cinnamon carriage in the distance:

"It turns out he is a bastard..."

"Sword Girl, kill it, it will be destroyed physically and mentally."

Jin Xing's screen suddenly focused on the rooster holding a sword, but he saw the rooster fluttering its wings, jumping lightly with a sword in its mouth, and spinning sideways in the air.

brush!

The bright silver sword energy cut through the void, tearing straight towards the trembling white-faced ghost lying on the ground.

"It's tolerable, but what can't be tolerated!"

The white-faced ghost stood with his heavy sword and let out an explosive cry. Immediately, his body exploded into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

As the space fluctuated, a ray of light quickly shot out from the blast point, pointing directly at... the Cinnamon Carriage!

"You wicked servant, I have tolerated you for a long time!"

The dim light turned into a ferocious evil ghost that was a hundred feet tall.

The majestic power of death gathered together and turned into the heavy giant sword in his hand.

This evil spirit, with a huge sword and an unspeakable hatred, didn't even care about his back, and pierced directly towards the roof of the car.

"Giggle--"

Wuji held his sword in his hand and chased after him, but his speed was already a little slower.

"Can't save!"

The matchmaker covered her lips.

Jin Xing even had fewer comments, and everyone watched with bated breath.

In the picture, Old Man Li looked up.

In the eyes of everyone, this weak old man was supposed to be extremely frail. At this moment, he looked at the sword falling like a pillar from the sky, and there was actually contempt on his lips.

"Master..."

He exhaled softly, with a somewhat expectant look on his face.

When the heavy sword struck, he drove the carriage sideways.
To be continued...