The heartbreaking of Mei Si people off the field.

In front of 17 million people, he could not control his mouth and uncover other people's scars in blood.

The long lamp with a sword rising in the field was broken.

The power of fame is too surging!

Cooperating with Mo Jianshu Wuyou's true injury effect, he cut his fragile body of will without hesitation.

Even the consciousness is subject to the effects of Prajna, Tianqi, etc., and will be wiped out and destroyed.

But Hua Changlantern is still Hua Changlantern, which makes it easier for the tide to cover everything. When the waves flood, he took the initiative to break the three paths of body, spirit and mind of the body of will, and turn himself into nothing.

"Good sword!"

The soul sounds in the ghost Buddha world, but after a sword tide rises, the long lamps are descended from the sky and ten earths.

At this moment, whether it is the outsider who is Jin Xing, or the Mei Si person or Yang Xizhi, everyone is surprised.

"The Ghost Sword Immortal is not dead?"

The matchmaker no longer dared to answer the topic Mr. Siren had just said.

Just now, she was paying attention to the situation again, and after a turn of the conversation, she handed the stairs to the old sword saint.

"Ghostly..."

Mei Si people murmured.

In the golden apricot picture, countless questions about "what is ghostization" flashed suddenly, and the matchmaker asked this question together.

But when Mei Siren looked calm, he held the paper fan tightly and said:

"It's not very special, it's just the simplest ghosting."

"Just like an ordinary spirit refiner, he may choose to explode when he is dying, in exchange for a wisp of residual consciousness and find a glimmer of life."

"Hua Changdeng is different from us. He majored in the soul path, and even the main perspective is the soul body. He really realized that he could see the world with the soul eyes."

"And the so-called 'ghost transformation' means sacrifice all the power of the body and the power of the mind in exchange for a chance to escape into emptiness."

That is to say...

The matchmaker thought for a long time but couldn't find a more tactful word to describe the ghost sword immortal's wave of this wave is a bit similar to the appearance of the golden cicada's escape.

Shou's side was already laughing and said bluntly:

"on one's last legs?"

Very scolding!

Jin Xing commented, and there was a burst of laughter.

Just because I have the courage and strength, I can still be cursed repeatedly when facing the Ghost Sword Immortal, right?

The stone tablet in Zhongyuan Realm trembles.

In the surrounding land, the earth corroded again, and then wisps of ghostly aura emerged.

"This is……"

The spectator was so scared that he retreated repeatedly and quickly understood something.

It was like Master Su who had mastered the name of the five realms and turned it to himself.

The Ghost Sword Immortal is the Holy Emperor, and the Holy Spirit Continent is originally his back garden. In addition, he can even borrow the power of the God of Death from Zhou Tiandao. Why can't this mere ghost power be borrowed?

"Shit..."

The ghost mist sniffled.

Soon, it was convenient for the sky around it to condense into pairs of soul eyes with a faint green luster, which was extremely invisible.

And above the sky, the hazy figure of Hualonglantern slowly condensed.

Xu Xiaoshou was unmoved.

Hua Changdeng did not move much either.

He turned into a ghost body - although this body avoided the frontal damage of Chao Qi's sword, his strength level was no match for the body of will just now.

"No, you're very good, Xiaoshi Tanji..."

Returning like this is not for revenge.

It’s nothing more than proving to others that it’s really hard to kill yourself with a sword in front of you.

From the beginning, Hua Changdeng did not intend to get into trouble with this son. If his heart was full of magnitude, then the Holy Emperor would be in a ray of will and he would not care about it if he lost it.

At least, I also saw the rise of the juniors of the Sword Dao, which is a great thing for the ancient sword cultivation world.

Hua Changdeng sighed sincerely with praise:

"The way of name can be above the sword thought."

"After the Eight Masters An, your swordsmanship is the best in this generation. The name of the 'No. 1 Sword Immortal' is worthy of its name."

"It's a pity..."

He stared at the stone sword in the young man's hand, and finally lowered his head, looked at his ghost body, smiling speechlessly.

Xu Xiaoshou was not discouraged, and seemed to have never heard of the disdain in and out of the words of Lao Deng. The corner of his lips raised:

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that my sword cannot kill all of you, Lao Deng, was escaped by you?" He clapped, as if encouraging the children to successfully rely on their own strength to release the first fart in their life.

Great... This spiritual word made Hua Changdeng unable to tell whether it was a real ridicule or a irony for a moment.

He looked over and the young man pressed the sword that was ready to move in his hand, still standing still:

"A sword is said, it is a sword."

"And you, you have no choice but to escape, you can't avoid it!"

As soon as the words were finished, the audience saw that Hua Changdeng's ghost body suddenly sounded.

The repeated sword lights were torn open from all parts of his ghost body.

The sword light came from somewhere, but it was very clear where it went. After tearing apart the body of its ghost, it flowed into one place.

In the end, it turned into...

"water?"

No!

Not water!

It is the "name" with the above name as water!

The power of name is like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

Even though Hua Changdeng threw away his body and mind and fled into his most familiar soul state, the sword light that Ming turned into and the damage that Ming slashed still followed.

"this……"

The body of the ghost is hissing and cracking.

Hua Changlantern felt like she was punished by Lingchi, and her body felt pain all over.

The power of Mingzhi was tangled with water, like a dull knife cutting it slowly, almost screaming in pain.

“How is this possible?”

Hua Changdeng was shocked.

He was shocked, but this was not the strength of this child.

But he saw a bit of familiar smell from the power of the tarsus, which was a bit like his own...

Sword ghost means ghost?

"See it?"

Xu Xiaoshou held the sword, walked forward, and chuckled, "I have practiced my name for half a year, but I have not fallen behind the development of ancient swordsmanship in other directions..."

He said, suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the Mei Si people standing on the hill behind him.

"He's looking at me?"

The matchmaker's heart beat faster in an instant.

She pressed her slightly undulating chest and gave Master Shou a little.

——The only matchmakers can’t be benefited, brothers all have to eat some good food.

"bad thing!"

Mei Si alone was the one who gave this kid a look and his heart beat.

What does it mean when you hit you and suddenly turn your head?

This kid is always aimless, and he has never had any good things to be targeted by him... Mei Siren even knew and had no curious thoughts, and had already had the idea of ​​pinching the jade talisman of the Apricot Realm and escaping from the place.
To be continued...