Chapter 584

The sword shadow, the roaring wind, Ji Chen's sword yuan power in his body, hit the first move of kendo, one sword divided into three parts, the number of three changes is endless, the endless sword blade passed, countless deaths and injuries, and the prestige of the Sword Fairy is on the spot.

"Hmm?" the ghost king gave a deep doubt and glanced at Ji Chen. He moved at his feet, but rushed out towards the swordsman in the field, and Sen Han's big knife cut off in the air.

"Evil"

Yan Chixia, who drank so much, threw her long sword into the air, and the bright sword came in a flash: "if you want to go, ask me first."

The ghost king was blocked and looked angry: "looking for death"

Seeing that many Yin soldiers were about to die, the ghost King drank fiercely, and the ghost was angry. Suddenly, the knife in his hand became more and more fierce.

"Qiang"

The fierce wind swept through the scene. The angry ghost King changed his shape without a trace. The looming ghost shadow was elusive in the dark night.

"Hum" Yan Chixia snorted coldly, pointing in the center of her eyebrows. Her shining eyes directly opened her spiritual eyes. With the orthodox inheritance and cultivation method taught by Ji Chen, Yan Chixia is no longer the original Yan Chixia.

The blade of the chopping sword, the terrible fierce wind, and the flickering ghost were directly beaten out of the void.

The ghost king who flew upside down looked at the majestic Yan Chixia flashing ghost fire. He was a little surprised and uncertain. The world has changed greatly. The inheritance of orthodox friars has long disappeared. At the moment, the strength of the swordsman in front of him made him feel threatened: "what a Taoist, he has such ability."

Yan Chixia smiled coldly and bullied her step by step. With the sad sound of the sword and the cold light of the sword, she cut directly at the ghost king in front of her: "ha, Yan will cut you off today. It will save you from doing harm to the world."

"Bang"

The falling sword edge took away the last Yin soldier. Ji Chen's face was a little pale. She took a deep breath and looked at the opposing ghost king and Yan Chixia. Her eyes narrowed and her heart moved. She threw her long sword into the air and broke the void into it.

At the moment of fighting, Yan Chixia seized a chance to break the ghost King's broadsword in front of her and pointed it on her.

The bright eyes of "good opportunity" and Ji Chen, who was waiting for the opportunity, immediately pointed out in the void without saying a word. The last bit of magic power soared and shot the long sword submerged in the void at the heart of the ghost king.

"Buzz"

The ghost spirit, the penetrating sword blade, the quiet fire in the skeleton, and the turning head are full of killing opportunities: "wait for the Revenge of master Heishan, ha ha"

Wave after wave, the dead ghost king turned into dust between heaven and earth. Ji Chen, who collected the sword, frowned tightly, looked at Yan Chixia with dignified face and sighed: "big beard, it seems that we have to run for our lives. The ghost king under the old black mountain demon is so powerful that we can see how dangerous he is."

Yan Chixia shook her head: "the black mountain old demon in the dark place has a huge force. Where can we go? Besides, you have to find her relatives for the flower essence."

Strength, especially in the troubled times when such monsters are rampant, everything speaks with strength. Ji Chen clenched his hands. At the moment, a faint feeling of weakness came out of his heart, just as he had just come to the world at that time.

The dark hall, the suspicious Ghost: "dead, how brave, even my Heishan men dare to kill. Let me go and see who did it."

The ghost shadow in the void aroused the endless forest cold wind in the hall.

With the sword light breaking through the void, two swordsmen soared above the nine days. With the help of the treasure of flying sword in their hands, friars in the period of transforming God can fly in the air and kill the ghost king. Later, there is a more powerful old demon of Montenegro.

Ji Chen holds a beautiful person in her arms, but her face is dignified. According to Yan Chixia, the old black mountain demon is probably a great power in the period of returning to emptiness.

The little hand stretched out gently smoothed the frown of the man in front of him: "brother Chen, we don't want to find our sister. Let's go to the endless mountains. Even if the old black mountain demon is strong, we don't dare to make random moves there."

Ji Chen smiled: "how can I go back on what I promised you? Although the old black mountain demon is strong, I don't pay attention to it."

Yan Chixia has a Vajra Sutra in her hand, which is the nemesis of the old black mountain demon. The old black mountain demon is a separate body. If she can't kill her body, there will be endless future trouble. I'm afraid she will bear endless pursuit at that time.

Ji Chen doesn't worry about himself, but the little chrysanthemum who follows him is a spirit in the flower that is not stained with blood. He is worried that the old demon of Montenegro will fight against her: "after all, the strength is too poor."

The sinking sun looked at the bustling city below. Ji Chen pressed the sword light with Xiaoju and flew the sword for a long time, which really made him unable to hold on. Yan Chixia smiled: "let's go. We'll have a rest here today and go to the capital tomorrow."

Ji Chen's purpose is very simple. Although there must be demons when the country is about to die, as the capital, there is still a huge national fortune. Even if the old demon of Montenegro is strong, he doesn't dare to do it there. The dragon spirit of national fortune is not vegetarian.

The darkness shrouded in the night, and the stars twinkled. In the room, Ji Chen knelt down to practice, leaving him little time. As long as he had a little time, he would practice his sword Scripture.

The little chrysanthemum on one side looked at Ji Chen shrouded in sword Qi with some worry: "brother Chen blames little chrysanthemum for being too useless."

Yan Chixia shook her head: "little girl, go and have a rest. I'm watching here."

Cultivation doesn't happen overnight. With his strength in the later stage of becoming a God and about to reach the peak, it's still not a big problem to stay up all night.

The flickering candle light, Yan Chixia, who closed her eyes and rested, opened her eyes, looked at the dark wind outside the window, stood up and directly held the long sword on her lap in her hand.

"Come so fast"

Although the black mountain old demon has no strength to return to the empty period, it can still track it according to the different methods of the nether place. Yan Chixia narrowed her eyes when she opened the door and looked at the ghosts floating in the courtyard.

"It's you, kill my love general." the rough and crazy urn voice was full of ghost spirit.

Yan Chixia laughed: "black mountain old demon, I never thought that the king of the nether place like you came here in person. It's Yan's honor."

The black mountain old demon smiled coldly: "Jie Jie, today you will pay for my love general. When you die, I will refine your soul and become another love general. How, this is the gift I gave you."

"Not so good" fell. Yan Chixia didn't say a word. She directly lifted her sword and rushed forward. The flashing sword light blew a cold vigorous wind.

"Bang"

The scattered strong wind and two flying figures, one is the strong sword cultivator, the other is the king of the netherworld. Their fierce strength destroyed the surrounding in a mess.

"Hmm?" a surprised, somewhere in the city, in an ordinary courtyard, the old man counting the stars suddenly got up and looked at the distant place, but he got up.

As she retreated, Yan Chixia stood proudly on the spot with a sword, looked at the old black mountain demon with changeable complexion, and laughed: "this place is the Yang world after all. Even if you are such an immortal ghost, you are still restrained by the laws of the world."

"Hum" with a cold hum, the black mountain old demon flashed a killing opportunity in his eyes. As Yan Chixia said, although he has the strength to transform the peak of God, he is suppressed by the Yang of the world and the luck of the country. He can only play about seven layers.

Right now

"Bold ghosts, dare to appear in the world, forgive you"

There was a burst of drink in the void, but I saw a magnificent palm coming through the air. The fierce wind had an endless sense of killing.

"Hmm?" the sudden change made the black mountain old demon look heavy. When he raised his hand, a mana broke through the air and directly blocked the palm power from the explosion: "troublemaker"

The old man who floated down glanced at Yan Chixia with a sword and stared coldly at the old demon of Montenegro: "ghost things, dare to fight in the city, and really don't pay attention to us."

The black mountain old demon's eyes narrowed, but the old man did everything he could. He turned his spirit to the peak. He was only a little short of an opportunity to return to the realm of virtual power: "hum, let's let go this time. We have a long future, ha ha."

The cold and fierce smile turned the black mountain old demon into a dark wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yan Chixia looked at the old man and said, "thank you for your help."

The old man shook his head slightly, looked at Yan Chixia, who was full of vitality, and sighed: "how did you provoke such ghosts? I'm afraid there will be more disasters after listening to his tone."

Yan Chixia sighed and flashed a fierce light: "Yan originally lived in seclusion in one of the broken temples. Only because he killed one evil monster, did he ever think that the monster was his subordinate, so he would be pursued and killed."

"Well," the old man whispered and smiled at the upright Yan Chixia: "so, you have to be careful when you go out in the future. The city has the power of national fortune. There is no need to worry. Anyway, you can take this thing away and use it for self-defense."

After taking the eight trigrams mirror in her hand, Yan Chixia tossed it in doubt. She only heard the old man say, "this thing can be used as a body protector and can take a blow from the friar at the peak of Huashen. In this way, I should leave."

The falling words didn't wait for Yan Chixia to speak, but they directly jumped up and sped away to the distance.

I didn't hide in the world. I didn't think there were such experts. This time, I could retire completely. It was due to chance. Yan Chixia was the one with great chance.