The always invincible silver sword penetrated Youguilang's body directly, but like light penetrating through fog, it brought up a black breath and was nailed deeply into the wall, without even the slightest damage to the foundation of his body.
This sword is actually ineffective against such ghostly things!
Although Bai Lian was surprised, she did not lose her composure.
All things in the world are interdependent, so there is no absolutely invincible weapon.
It would be a bit ridiculous to pin all the success or failure of the battle on an unknown small sword.
A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Yuguilang's mouth: "Are you tickling me? Little kid." The killing moves under his palm have not stopped. Under his palm, whether it is one person or two people, it is of little significance.
The green dust blown up by the wind suddenly solidified into a still picture on the ground, and then spread out in panic in an instant.
The sound of breaking through the sky was loud!
Paying attention to the palm gestures wrapped in the dark aura, Master Gui Jian, who had seemed calm and composed just now, couldn't help but look a little more solemn and slightly fearful. He couldn't help but steady the Baili Immortal in his arms and wanted to temporarily withdraw from the battle.
It wasn't that he was afraid and refused to fight, but in Ying Xiu's eyes, Fang Geyu's sword just now was stunning.
However, he could easily fight back with a light feather. Even if Yuguilang stood still and took the sword, it might not be able to cause any substantial damage to him.
As for Balian, he was so weak that people couldn't help but feel pity and couldn't help but shake their heads.
I really don’t know how these two juniors from the Kaiyuan Realm managed to sneak into the inner city. They are really newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers, and they dare to invade Yougui Lang’s territory.
The presence of this pair of boys and girls will only hinder his future battle. Yuguilang is not a trivial matter, and he has heavy responsibilities, so naturally he will not mess up his plans and proportions for the sake of two unrelated people.
Although it is cruel, this is the reality and status quo of the world today.
However, what made him feel a little surprised was that the young man who came from nowhere did not show any timidity and flinch when faced with the notorious Yougui Lang. In front of this famous girl, she has a really good character.
What a shame.
Before Ying Xiu could even sigh, it was as if the palm of the god of death had already struck Bailian head-on.
Before the palm falls, this young man will die!
Balian had neither a sharp blade nor a giant shield. Facing this heartbreaking attack, he was like an ant under the giant's feet.
Baili Xianxian was seriously injured and could no longer speak. He could only look at Fang Geyu who was stunned behind the young man with a sad expression.
The next moment, the two people who should have died did not.
Green dust splashed everywhere, but Balian's empty hands made a defensive gesture. A wisp of light emanated from the green jade between his thumbs, just like the fireflies flying out from the green leaves in the lotus pond at night. .
A huge and ancient... coffin slab.
Appeared in front of him.
Slender and stable fingers supported the other side of the coffin board. The coffin, which accompanied him in his sleep and protected him from the wind and rain of thousands of years, appeared in front of him again and withstood the wind and rain like a murderous disaster for him.
The shadow of You Gui Lang's furious strike, carrying endless sinister power, struck heavily on the coffin of the sacred beast Suzaku painted with golden oil paint, like a collapsing mountain.
An unimaginable change happened.
The sound of flesh being torn and bones being broken did not sound, nor was it any violent sound.
The furious palm slapped it down, as if it were slapped on the huge sea surface, and there was a deep roar, and it soon returned to the deathly tranquility.
The palms of his hands were pressed against the cold coffin, like ice floating up against Jiuyou.
Even though he had died long ago, the ghost who had been with the cold for three thousand years could not help but tremble from the cold.
The thick black energy lingering in the palms also disappeared rapidly as if falling into a dark deep sea.
Ying Xiu looked stunned, his eyes fell on the Suzaku mark on the coffin, and his eyes suddenly narrowed deeply, as if he was confused and confused.
You Gui Lang's expression suddenly changed, and he did not expect that two little guys would be welcomed today, and the weapons they took out would be weirder than the last.
Is it true that the big exam is coming soon? Have all the daughters and young masters from all the immortal sect forces been attracted here?
Youguilang laughed ferociously, and he also liked to torture and kill these noble immortal disciples.
There was murderous intent in his eyes, and his right hand was pressed against the coffin surface without any force being applied to it. Although the palm he just struck was made with anger, it was after all, he was dealing with two juniors, so he only used a little strength.
As a sharp scream burst out from his long scarlet lips, ferocious veins sprouted from the back of his right hand, and his pitch-black nails grew to a foot long, drawing five pale lines on the coffin surface. And sharp claw marks.
His left hand turned into a sword finger and came out through his sleeve. As his body tilted, the yellow-skinned snare drum suspended by his side turned into a shadow and merged into another snare drum on his waist.
The two drums merged together, and the drum surface, which was as thin as a cicada's wing and had a yellowish skin, was stained by blood, turning into a thick layer of terrifying color like black bloodstains.
The sword finger lightly touched the heavy drum surface.
This time, he didn't hold anything back.
The power hidden in the ghost weapon for more than a hundred years burst out in an instant, forming a double-sided drum. The female corpse's soul-catching snare drum was used to capture souls, while the snare drum on his waist could be used directly to control ghosts and kill people!
As far as the single drum is concerned, it is already a middle-grade ghost instrument.
Now the two drums are combined into one, and their power is even close to that of a top-grade ghost weapon.
Seeing this, Ghost Sword Master Ying Xiu's expression could no longer be described as solemn. He lowered his head, looked at the pale Baili Immortal, and said in a deep voice: "We must leave here as soon as possible."
In the hearts of the world, You Gui Lang has been a fierce ghost for three thousand years. He has already formally embarked on the journey of ghosts and overcame tribulations to become a demon.
But he was born in Zhongyou and was the only heir of the empress of the Zhongyou Dynasty. He was born with a noble status and held countless unknown powers.
There are countless immortal cultivators in the world, and those who can overcome tribulations have the way of thunder and cloud to know.
But those who practice the ghost way are very different. Anyone who has survived the tribulation through the ghost way, whether he has become an immortal or a demon, is recorded in the Netherworld Scroll.
Apart from the empress Ying Ji, the only person in Zhongyou who can read the Yin scrolls at will is he.
This time, Ying Xiu's purpose in coming to Xianling City was the Ghost Mountain. The most terrifying ghost in the Ghost Mountain was You Gui Lang. Before leaving Zhongyou's homeland, it was impossible for him not to investigate the recorded information about You Gui Lang.
After reading the Yin Scroll, I learned that You Gui Lang had an extremely fierce reputation, but his strength was far from reaching the realm of overcoming tribulation. At most, he was only in the same realm as him.
Ying Xiu has the unique king's blood in the world, and he has inherited the most powerful ghost cultivation talent from his mother.
