The cannon fodder of fast time travel has to struggle

Chapter 434 Ghost Dao (24)

"Smelly Taoist priest, don't talk nonsense!"

Yang Sheng's hand holding the sword tightened suddenly, veins popped out on the back of his hand, and his eyes gleamed coldly, as if Xiang Wan would immediately go down to the Hall of Hell if he didn't say a word right.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! That's all I can say. Believe it or not, you will know in the future. It's just..."

Xiang Wan raised his head to look at Yang Sheng, lowered his eyes again, shook his head and sighed with compassion and helplessness, "Forget it, this is the end of the matter, the past, such as death yesterday, and the future, such as today's birth. If things are returned to their original owners, benefactor Yang insists on If you pursue it, the poor will accompany you to the end."

After finishing her words, Xiang Wan was full of energy, her robe moved automatically without any wind, her hair fluttered in the wind, she looked majestic, her eyes were as firm as a rock, there was no sadness or joy, only the calmness to face everything calmly, and the courage to be fearless.

Tu Hongye retreated quietly, leaving enough space for Xiang Wan to meet the enemy.

Before dawn, the sky was getting darker and darker, only the twilight emitted by the big array in operation, illuminating everything around, making ghosts and ghosts abnormal.

"Taoist priest, report your name, I will not kill the unknown."

The sword in Yang Sheng's hand trembled loudly, streamers of light ran back and forth along the edge of the sword, and a cold breath spread over the face.

Rumor has it that the ghost-slaying sword called Shi will see blood when it is drawn out of the sheath, the throat will be sealed when the blood is seen, and the soul will be locked when the throat is sealed.This is the reputation that Yang Sheng earned for the sword in his hand with countless killings, and it is also his signature that has always been famous.

Killing, full of fighting spirit, the ghost-killing sword in Tu Hongye's hand began to tremble, he grabbed it and threw it into the cloth bag, with a flash of displeasure in his eyes.

He was too embarrassed to take out such a cowardly sword.

Xiang Wan stretched out his hand, and the Frost Art ran quickly. After a while, a icy Frost Snow Sword appeared in his hand.

This is the first time she has used the Ice Art to condense a sword that has taken shape. Compared with the previous ice needles and ice cones, this sword consumes a lot of vitality and mental power.Fortunately, with the assistance of spiritual consciousness, it is still possible to pretend to be coercive.

"I am a poor Taoist and have no appearance. Donor, please!"

This confrontation was more like a discussion between two people than a confrontation.

Yang Sheng intends to test Xiang Wan, and after one move, he will leave enough time for preparation, without any bloodthirsty urge.

Xiang Wan hadn't sparred with anyone for many years, and the ultimate move of one-hit kill was not suitable for the current scene.Although Yang Sheng didn't fully believe her words, he left room for his attack, which shows that his heart has been shaken.

It's good to be shaken, and the words she spent are not in vain.

Slaughter dances in the air, always bringing a stream of light, like the trace of a shooting star.When it pauses, the streamer will fly towards the direction pointed by the sword tip, this is the so-called sword intent.

The sword itself hurts people and will bleed, but the sword's intention to hurt people is invisible. The injured person can't see anything on the outside, but the inside has been shaken to pieces.

Yang Sheng is indeed a martial arts genius with high aptitude, no wonder even the old man Shen Guang is reluctant to kill him.

But Xiang Wan is not afraid, the Frost Snow Sword can block the sword, and can also condense the sword intent, so that the inner strength has nowhere to attack, it can only be condensed by the frost, and then shattered into powder, which floats in the air.

The two of you came and went, fighting back and forth more than a dozen times, evenly matched.

They were already very close to the exit, and many people were watching from a distance, including those who were trapped in the ghost mountain with Xiang Wan before.They learned their lesson and hid far away, fearing that they would be harmed, but they couldn't help but be a little curious, wanting to see Xiang Wan's strength.

After another fight, Xiang Wan and Yang Sheng stood still, the swords in their hands trembling slightly, full of fighting spirit.

If the fight continues like this, I'm afraid it won't be finished until dawn.

"Benefactor Yang, how about we make a bet?"

Yang Sheng was noncommittal, and Xiang Wan continued: "One move determines the outcome. If you win, all the sacred objects on our master and apprentice will belong to you, and you can also tell you the truth about Ghost Mountain. If I win, all the sacred objects on your body will be yours." The holy object will be handed over to me, and if you leave this magic circle, you and I will have nothing to do with each other, how about it?"

"Daozhang, do you think I can't beat you?"

"It's just a discussion, each depends on its own ability, can it be accepted?"

"Can!"

Without lottery, there is no motivation to fight.Yang Sheng, Yang Sheng, I hope that after you go out, people will not be too disappointed.

"Hong'er, bring the mahogany sword!"

The Shuangxue sword disappeared instantly, and Xiang Wan took the mahogany sword thrown by Tu Hongye.

The black sword blade gradually turned golden and dazzling after Xiang Wan brushed it with his index and middle fingers.

Yang Cheng's expression was solemn, and the gun in his hand let out a whistling sound, and the tremor became more and more obvious. This was a signal that he had met his opponent.

The killing sword often likes opponents stronger than itself.Only the sword spirits who died in battle, no opponents who flinched.The sword follows its master, and so does the master.

In his previous life, it was probably because Shi Tan knew the true face of Tao Mujian that made Yang Sheng want to kill.A good sword is the dream of all sword holders.But killing people and grabbing swords is not done by a gentleman.

The Taomu sword flew through the air and collided with Shi.The cold sword intention met the soft sword light, and the fighting spirit became even higher.

During the fight, vegetation and debris were flying around, and mud was splashed in all directions.Xiang Wan spared no effort, and so did Yang Sheng.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the sky, and a warm sun rose from the tip of the sword and shot towards Yang Sheng.At the same time, ice needles as thin as a cow's hair shot out and pricked his acupuncture points quickly.

The cold light blocked the warm sun, and Yang Sheng's defensive magic weapon was activated immediately, forming a semicircular barrier facing Xiang Wan.It's a pity that the ice needle didn't face the magic circle directly, but circled in all directions and attacked from behind him.Yang Sheng stretched out his hand to block it, but how could he block the numerous needles.

An ice needle shot into the back of his neck, disintegrating all his attacks in an instant.

Xiang Wan stopped her hand in time, sheathed her sword and said, "Donor, you lose."

Yang Sheng knelt down on one knee, stuck a sword on the ground with one hand, and stroked the back of his neck with the other, expressionless.

"Forget it, cause, cause, and effect have their source. Today's events are all due to yesterday's cause, and tomorrow's fruit is all in one thought. Donor, exchange holy things for a truth, no loss, no loss!"

The dream-making technique entered Yang Sheng's mind as the ice needles melted.

Tu Hongye quickly stepped forward, took away the cloth pocket from Yang Sheng's waist, and added a defensive barrier on the way to prevent others from taking the opportunity to kill Yang Sheng.

Walking towards the exit, Tu Hongye didn't say anything, and didn't ask anything, which didn't seem like his character.

After Xiang Wan tilted his head several times, Tu Hongye finally spoke.

"Master, how many skills do you have yet to use?"

"Teacher, you shouldn't ask this."

As a master, if he has no ability to accompany him, and is surpassed by his apprentice, what face will he have?

"If I don't ask, will the master leave whenever he wants in the future, without considering my mood?"

"When fate arrives, we gather, and when fate separates, we divide. Why bother to be persistent?"

Tu Hongye suddenly stopped, took the cloth bag containing the creature in his hand, stared at it and said, "If there is no San Puritanism, then the master will not have to leave?"

Xiang Wan looked at him quietly, with no emotion in his eyes, "Hong'er, if you don't have pursuits in life, you're living like a walking dead. You still have a long way to go."

"Pursuit?" Tu Hongye's eyes flickered slightly, he smiled and said, "I understand, master, let's go out!"

Xiang Wan frowned, always feeling that Tu Hongye seemed to be thinking a little bit wrongly.But others had already stepped into the exit first, Xiang Wan had no choice but to let go of the doubts in his heart, and followed up.

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