super ghost system

Chapter 90
"After so many years, your strength is still the same, without much change. Even the seven swordsmanship, which is the famous stunt, is just an ordinary sword technique, and there is no qualitative change. Only when you truly understand fame and fortune can you truly improve."

Yan Chixia jumped down from a bamboo, her whole body was immortal, without the slightest trace of the wretched look she had just now.

"I do not believe!"

Xia Houjun didn't give up, it was just a mistake just now, Yan Chixia used a trick, that's why he made a mistake in judgment.

"Hmph! You're welcome if you're stubborn!"

Yan Chixia is not a fool either, after seeing Xia Houjun being let go by herself, she still wanted to fight, so she drew out her long knife to attack, how amazing is that.

After discovering this situation, he squinted at the surrounding environment from the corner of his eyes, and there was a long knife scattered on the ground, shining with a sharp light.

With a quick step on the front foot, the gravity caused the high place to fly directly into the air, and stabbed Xiahou Jun's shoulder with incomparable accuracy.

"what!"

The painful Xia Houjun yelled, and he could only tightly hold the blood flowing from his shoulder. He knew that this challenge had failed, like a bereaved dog.

"Hurry up, get out of here, if you are one step slower, you will die. If you want to do it again, you must complete the seven-sword style completely, otherwise, you will die in the end."

Yan Chixia turned her head, her hands formed into sword fingers, the golden long sword seemed to be remotely controlled, circled around Xiahou's army twice in mid-air, chopped off a wrist-thin bamboo, and dropped it into the box .

"wait for me!"

Xia Houjun gave Yan Chixia a hard look, spat out these words from between his teeth, and walked away in a hurry.

"Why? I've practiced swordsmanship for three years, and I've improved a lot, but I haven't even touched the corner of Yan Chixia's clothes?"

Xia Houjun collected all his seven knives, walked to a pond, and washed his wounds.

"Stab!"

Tear off a few small pieces of cloth from the suit jacket and tie them quickly to the injured arm, then rinse the other pieces in moist water.

With the help of the burning bonfire, Xia Houjun could clearly see his wound, which was scratched by his long knife. It was a thin seam, but it was ten centimeters deep and twenty centimeters long. If you didn't exercise regularly, you might have completely collapsed on the ground.

The muscle tissue above was completely unable to bear the direct cramp.

Blood continued to ooze out, and the wound had already touched the tissue inside the skin, and the bloody flesh could be spotted at a glance.

It was red, like jelly, even more solidified than that.

Skillfully wiped off the excess blood that flowed out, wiped it several times with clean water, then opened his mouth, sucked up a layer of blood on the surface, and spat it out fiercely.

The bonfire is like a fire snake, spreading continuously, moving back and forth, as long as there is light, it is its home.

At this time, it was already night, and a shadow following Xiahou's army slowly changed into another appearance.

It has sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, bluish complexion, and is surrounded by lightning all over its body. As long as people touch it with their hands, it will be contaminated and difficult to get rid of.

There are more fleshy wings behind him, fanning the gust of wind back and forth, countless forces are surging at this moment, the bonfire flickers from time to time.

"Who is it, come out!"

Xia Houjun's back went numb, and his years of licking blood from the knife edge made him understand that there are terrifying things around him, and he should not take it lightly.

The long knife in his mouth was in his hand in an instant, his wrists were arched, just enough to put his thick back to his throat, and put the sharp one outside to protect his flesh.

"I'm……"

Jianghuai has no shadow, only a body, and as it gets closer, the body becomes bigger and bigger.

After refining the reggae, Jianghuai is already about three meters high, and with the one-meter-high meat wings, it looks like a big bat moving for food.

"What kind of monster are you? Tell me quickly, or I will throw throwing knives."

When Xiahou's army was defending, they were also attacking. It seemed that as soon as their minds changed, the long sword would become a hidden weapon, and they would rush to attack directly.

"I'm not a monster. I'm a bandit here. I also have a catchphrase. If you listen to your senses, I'll let you go."

Jiang Huai said with a stern face, in fact, other people can't see clearly what his expression is, the whole face is blue, the nose and eye hair are like this, only fear and strangeness exist in the hearts of those who see it.

Jiang Huai is very happy. He can finally make a big contribution to his master, and he can still make some money. He treats it as a private house. If Xiaocui's family has difficulties, he can also help.

Uh, no, I, Jiang Huai, are already a ghost king-level master, almost the number one ghost under the gods, Xiao Cui is just a village woman, how can I get into my eyes.

But, after all, she is the person I liked before, and I don't have any close people. The owner has too much money, not even the slightest bit.

Jiang Huai said quite shamelessly, and he was constantly making calculations.

Wei Feng, who was next to Yan Chixia, always felt that he didn't say anything, picked up the fruit in his hand, suddenly thought of it, and muttered: "Why did you forget to ask Jianghuai to clean up the gold and silver in Xiahoujun's body? This is a huge loss."

Jiang Huai and Wei Feng have been together for a long time, and they are red when they are close to Zhu, and black when they are close to ink, so their personalities are somewhat similar.

Not only is Wei Feng greedy for money, he is also a seed of greed for money.

Before Wei Feng reminded him, he thought of this.

"what?"

Xia Houjun was stunned for a moment. In his eyes, this person must be a monster, a ghost, a monster, and a monster. How could he still rob.

"Listen clearly, it can be used as a motto.

This road was opened by my uncle, and this tree was planted by my uncle. If you want to pass by from now on, you will save money to buy roads, or your head will fall to the ground, and you will be tortured in the back mountain. "

Jiang Huai flew in the air, took out the sharp hammer, and deliberately showed what he thought was an evil expression.

"Hmph, evildoer, I don't care what you are, today, I'm going to kill you!"

After all, Xiahou Jun's long knife was thrown directly.

"Your uncle, don't you know that I can't be disturbed when I'm talking? Besides, you are still so rampant, I will let you know how powerful you are."

Although Jiang Huai spoke arrogantly, he was still very cautious in what he did. He put his hands together, and the thunder and lightning kept ringing in his hands, directly hitting the long knife.

This blade has been specially processed. The lines carved on it store the blood of murderers and contain huge Yang Qi. Even ghosts and gods are afraid of it.

Can Jianghuai resist the attack of this long knife?
(End of this chapter)