Zheng Yuan stroked his beard and said, "why can peach wood sword be used to make a long sword, and many Taoists use it to catch ghosts?"

Where does Ding Nan know this? She was afraid of her own exposure, so she deliberately spoiled and said, "master, don't sell off, just say it!"

Zheng Yuan was very impressed by her, and no doubt there was him, so he said, "because peach wood is a natural thing of the most Yang, and ghosts are the things of the world. Naturally, one thing conquers one thing! So peach wood sword can be used to restrain Yin! But locust wood is different. Locust wood is a natural thing of the most Yin..."

Ding Nan asked, "why is this?"

Zheng Yuansheng has a good face. At this time, he only cares about showing off. He thought Ding Nan was trying to cooperate with him. He asked this deliberately. He really didn't know where he wanted her. He smiled: "You think, what's the word for a ghost next to the tree? The word of locust tree! Ghosts are the most Yin in the world. They like to stay in the Yin most. Locust trees are naturally Yin, so ghosts are often accompanied by locust trees, making locust trees add Yin to Yin!"

"This nine Yin locust wood sword can not only absorb ghosts for its own use, but also constantly absorb people's Yang Qi to feed the Yin ghosts in the locust wood sword. You see, Zhao Wuji is so thin and sad. It is the result of the absorption of Yang Qi in his body."

Surprised, Ding Nan asked, "does this man still use this magic weapon? Isn't this his own death?"

Zheng Yuanhe said with a smile, "this nine Yin locust wood sword is extremely overbearing and powerful. If you get it, any ordinary practitioner can become a great master. Is it so easy to give up?"

He was saying that the Jiuyin locust wood sword in Zhao Wuji's hand was full of blood and Yang at this time. It suddenly sent out a shrill and cold scream, just like the long cry of a night owl, which made everyone on the field shiver and stand up all over.

The nine Yin locust wood sword struggled hard in Zhao Wuji's hand, like a fierce ghost crazy and trying to jump at its target. It made people feel cold, but Zhao Wuji still didn't let go, but took a deep breath and sprayed at the locust wood sword.

Ding Nan saw that the locust long sword was twisted like a snake, and one ferocious and ferocious face after another appeared on it. Although she was creepy, she still asked, "why did he breathe?"

Zheng Yuan stroked his beard and nodded slightly: "Zhao Wuji knows the truth of working hard, failing again and exhausting three times. It's a little clever. This truth is the same as cockfighting. Seeing that his cockfighting side is eager to try, he never let it go out, but double teased it. Once it comes on, it must be unstoppable."

After he said that, sure enough, he saw that the seven treasure psychic fan was vaguely impatient in the air, and the light emitted by the golden words was a little weak.

At this time, Zhao Wuji released his hand fiercely, and the nine Yin locust wood sword in his hand flew into the air like lightning and rushed towards the seven treasure channeling fan.

After the nine Yin locust wood sword flew into the air, it continuously released gray black smoke. These smoke turned into ghosts and ghosts one after another. The tide generally rushed towards the seven treasure psychic fan.