Elven History Song

The Ghost King's attitude made Ling Aohan very unhappy. The Ghost King was the first person who dared to ignore him like this. What's more, assassinating others next to him, the strongest assassin, is a provocation to him. Even if the Ghost King doesn't know anything, Ling Aohan still feels angry in his heart.

The cold light passed by, and the Ghost King leaned back and retreated, barely avoiding Ling Aohan's slashing attack.

"Even if you are the Emperor of the North Sea, please correct your attitude. No matter who you are, when you talk to me, remember to carefully consider whether you have the qualifications."

Ling Aohan gestured to tell Jia Xie not to come forward. Ling Aohan could detect a power in the ghost king that he was very familiar with.

The Ghost King snorted disdainfully. He didn't know Ling Aohan's strength, but he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

"I will return this sentence to you exactly as it is, kid."

Before the Ghost King finished speaking, Ling Aohan had already flashed in front of him, with the Angel's Judgment in his hand, and the falling sword brought out the blue soul fire and slashed at the Ghost King's body. There was a clear sound of metal collision, mixed with a dull sound. The Ghost King did not react, but the feedback to Ling Aohan's hand after the Angel's Judgment hit shocked him. The Ghost King's body was harder than any other element, and it was even more shocking. Ling Aohan was shocked that the soul fire was ineffective against the Ghost King.

Soul Fire is not ineffective in principle, because it is effective on anything that has a soul or is created by an object with a soul, but it does not rule out the possibility of special circumstances, such as using the wood element like Glen Yat. Magic protects his soul. But the Ghost King is not the same. The soul fire is simply ineffective against him and is not resolved because of his own skills or special abilities. In other words, the Ghost King has no soul and is a dead thing created from dead things.

At this point, Ling Aohan has realized why he could not sense the arrival of the Ghost King in advance. Dead objects have no breath, and all he sensed was the Ghost King's skills. The enemy in front of him was something Ling Aohan had never met before and was least willing to meet. He was a real ghost.

"Haha, is this the only level?"

The Ghost King threw away Ling Aohan's sword with his backhand. Ling Aohan used the force to turn around and retreat, placing his hands on the sword as if to draw the sword.

"Broken Mountain·Zhou Zhan."

Quiet, even breathing has been forgotten, everything around has lost its color, the last sight left on everyone's retina is a cold light on Ling Aohan's sword, the last thing heard is the sound of being cut off by the sword blade, the surrounding people Everything was eclipsed by that sword, or everything was cut off by that sword.

At some point, Ling Aohan stood behind the Ghost King and slowly put the Angel's Judgment into the non-existent scabbard on his waist, but the Ghost King stood motionless. As the sword was sheathed little by little, the strange feeling became more intense.

The non-existent sound of the sword being sheathed resounded in everyone's hearts as Ling Aohan stopped moving, along with the left arm that fell from the Ghost King's body. Ling Aohan flashed back to the Ghost King and asked with disdain.

"Haha, is this the only level, skeleton?"

The left arm that fell to the ground could no longer be covered by the robe. It was not the arm of an ordinary person at all, but the bones of an ordinary person. Ling Aohan could already tell through the sword just now that the guy standing in front of him was a A skeleton with only bones left in its body.

The Ghost King looked at where his left arm should have been, and then at the left arm that had fallen on the ground. He raised his head and looked directly at Ling Aohan as he pulled off the purple-black veil on his face. Except for the upper half of his face, there were only bones left all over his body. Even anger or resentment could not be seen on the fleshless face.

"Shadow Prison."

Purple light penetrated the ground and illuminated the surroundings. Ling Aohan retracted his sword and dodged and retreated, but at some point his ankle was tightly tied by a purple magic chain. Ling Aohan raised the blade of his sword and wanted to cut it off, but the light suddenly disappeared. With the disappearance of the light, everything around him changed into a different look.

The surrounding space became distorted and strange, as if the lines were distorted by unevenly accentuated colors. All the laws of space became very strange. Ling Aohan felt that something was strange about his body.

He knew that soul fire had no effect on the Ghost King's skills, so he simply stopped using soul fire. The withering fire ignited on his sword blade, and the jumping flames greedily wanted to devour everything.

Not only will the ability of the withering fire not go out, the objects or creatures burned and swallowed by it will fall into a state of accelerated withering, and the aging speed will increase exponentially. A newborn baby will age into a person who looks more than ninety years old. For the elderly, this process will not take more than half an hour.

The surrounding space is no longer a normal space. The Ghost King has locked it up in his own prison. Although it looks like the colors and lines have become very weird, in fact this place belongs to the Ghost King's domain. Ling Aohan could detect that the basic laws of physics here had been changed by the Ghost King, but he didn't know what exactly had been changed.

With the basic laws of physics being distorted and modified, Ling Aohan was basically at a complete disadvantage. After all, he was a swordsman, and all cuts must follow the laws of physics. If the Ghost King changes the laws of physics to "the blade cannot be lifted" or "the arm cannot be raised", Ling Aohan will not be able to use the sword.

Ling Aohan had already realized this. He tried to exercise his body and swing his sword a few times. Fortunately for him, these were not affected at all. Since the Ghost King did not impose restrictions on Ling Aohan, it must have imposed specific physical restrictions on this space. Ling Aohan flashed to the side of the Ghost King, and as expected, the gravity within ten meters of the Ghost King was infinitely amplified, leaving only the Ghost King unaffected. As soon as Ling Aohan's feet stepped into this range, the huge gravity immediately crushed his soles. After using all his strength, Ling Aohan reluctantly retreated to the side, and the fire of life ignited to heal his feet.

While Ling Aohan was still groping and testing, the Ghost King had been chanting unknown magic. Ling Aohan can make a rough judgment through time. The power of this magic will definitely not be lower than the fifth-level magic in this world, but after all, he knows too little about the magic in this world to make a more accurate judgment.

Ling Aohan almost lost all means of attack when he couldn't get close and couldn't use the soul fire. After all, Gabriel never told Ling Aohan all his abilities. All the skills were figured out by Ling Aohan himself. of.

Although the terrain is restricted, his hands are not restricted. He only needs to destroy this space. Thinking like this, Ling Aohan had already raised the sword in his hand.

"Space cutting!"

Once again, the space was cut off by Ling Aohan, and the overflowing impact swept across all directions. The Ghost King's prison seemed fragile under this sword, and everything around him returned to normal. The Ghost King had no time to avoid and was shattered by the impact of this sword. Some bones.

"Restrict my advance so that I can chant magic. When the magic chant is completed, you will catch us all in one fell swoop. This is your plan. Unfortunately, there is no way to stop me with such restrictions. You are too weak."