The Dark Wind Battle Ax struggled fiercely, but after all, it was not in the hands of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King. Even if it was already a prototype of a magic weapon, it would not really reach the level of heaven-defying. After all, there is still Xiang Huaxin, an old monster who transforms gods, sitting in charge. , after Lu Xiaotian swallowed the soul essence of the old monster Bi Chan, his combat power was not much worse than that of the injured Xiang Huaxin. At this time, the two of them joined forces to imprison the Dark Wind Battle Ax tightly.
Under a burst of intensive attacks, the fierce flames on the Dark Wind Battle Ax also faded one after another. Soon after, the fierce ghost energy turned into a cry. Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed, taking advantage of the heavy damage to the Dark Wind Battle Ax, He directly put the ghost ax into a Sumeru ring.
"Haha, okay, even that old ghost's ax has been taken away. The overall situation of this battle has been decided!" Xiang Kuang laughed loudly.
"Let's go. The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord has already run away, so don't make any trouble again." Lu Xiaotian also breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and just now he and Xiang Huaxin joined forces to control the Dark Wind Battle Axe. Only a small part of the strange soul was consumed. Even if there is an emergency in the future, we will still be able to fight.
In the distant horizon, the crocodile dragon shadow shot by the Purple Crocodile Ghost King once again spit out a breath of dragon breath, hitting the huge knife wheel. With a bang, the eighteen long knives exploded immediately, each flying towards the eighteen golden men.
At this time, the eighteen golden people who suppressed the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord all shouted loudly, and retreated violently. They each took the long sword. Before the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord could relax, the long sword was thrust towards his waist. Horizontally, the whole person was spinning rapidly together with the long knife. The eighteen golden figures rotate faster and faster. Soon, it formed like a tornado formed by sword energy.
"Swivel around the world!"
The gusts formed by the eighteen blades of sword energy staggered towards the purple crocodile ghost king and the crocodile dragon phantom.
Boom boom boom... The dragon's breath exhaled by the phantom of the crocodile dragon and the fierce attacks launched by the purple crocodile ghost king continued to repel the gusts of wind in front of them. However, soon, the gusts of wind formed by other sword energies were even worse. The attack came at the slightest moment.
There are three ice winds and thunders, and fifteen golden figures of five elements. When viewed from a distance, the gusts formed by these eighteen sword energies are actually arranged in an extremely mysterious formation. They connect with each other, giving the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord no chance to breathe.
Xiang Huaxin was also secretly frightened when he saw it. The strength of the Purple Crocodile Ghost King in front of him was really unmatched. If it were him, he would not be able to sustain it for long under such a terrible attack, and he would be like a man alone. The eyes of the devil were killed by the eighteen golden men like that. However, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord has been fighting against the Eighteen Golden People for such a long time on his own.
At this time, Purple Crocodile Ghost King had also seen Lu Xiaotian, Xiang Huaxin and his group approaching. Immediately my heart sank to the bottom. He has completely lost his sense of the Underworld Battle Ax. The Dark Wind Battle Ax, which was refined with so much effort, unexpectedly died like this.
boom! Just then, a sound like the sky and the earth exploding came from a distance. A hint of joy flashed across Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord's face, and he spit out a mouthful of essence. At the right time, the gusting wind formed by the three types of golden people from the Ice, Wind and Thunder systems struck at the right time. But the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord turned into a puff of black smoke out of thin air, and his body disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he was already several miles away.
Waves of strong wind swept away again.
boom! The Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord was hit by one of the slashes, and his body staggered in the air. However, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord had no intention of staying for a long time. He stretched out his hand and called back the crocodile dragon's shadow, and headed towards the Qin tribe's territory at a speed that ordinary people could not match. rushed away in the direction. He had completely ignored the battle situation between humans and ghosts in front of him.
The violent explosions from before still continued. Deep in Hoshino Onigahara, the single front locked by countless chains of bones has been uprooted. A large number of stones fell off the surface of Dufeng, and golden light suddenly appeared inside.
"The Great Emperor's Golden Sword, this is the Great Emperor's Golden Sword!" Among the humans fighting at this time, there were two ghost-faced men in black looking at the brilliance in the sky. Soon, they were swallowed up by the endless ghost energy and the huge golden sword muttered. He murmured to himself that this person was actually Fu Yong, the leader of the Hu clan who had been fighting with the ghost clan before but returned here in a roundabout way. There was a look of fanaticism and regret in Fu Yong's eyes. Although this Emperor's Golden Sword was an inheritance left to the Qin people by the Qinling Emperor, there is no Qin person who can take it now.
The Great Emperor's Golden Sword was pulled up by countless white bone chains and locked in the air. Hoshino Kihara's ghost energy seemed to be out of control. It broke the restrictions around the Great Emperor's Golden Sword and moved toward the Qin clan along the countless white bone chains. The ends of the territory were swarmed.
Rumbling, four huge whirlpools formed on the Qin tribe's territory, slowly rising from the ground into the sky. Those whirlpools have different auras. Just looking at them from a distance gives people a sense of complexity that can swallow up time and space.
The Purple Crocodile Ghost King fled all the way, and Luo Zhongting also abandoned Dongfang Yi and quickly approached the whirlpools that appeared.
Returning to the territory of the Qin tribe, the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord and Luo Zhongting were standing in front of the four huge whirlpools. Su Qing, the green-armored skeleton, waved the formation flag in her hand, and a stream of extremely pure ghost power was captured by the formation. Qi guided him into one of the whirlpools. After absorbing enough ghost power, a hazy shadow appeared in the whirlpool. It was hard to see clearly. Some looked like flowing stones flying in the endless void, and some looked like storms drifting around in the space.
"You've been forced to this point, do you have any other options?" Luo Zhongting frowned and looked at the Purple Crocodile Ghost Lord.
"Even the Dark Wind battle ax has been taken away by that human boy, so what else can I do? The power of that eighteen-gold man is far beyond our imagination. If we continue to fight, I will be defeated but not victorious!" Zi Crocodile The Ghost Lord said with a calm face, "Just looking at the condition of that human boy, it seems that he has no intention of killing them all."
"After all, you have to take care of it." Luo Zhongting smiled, and he didn't know if Lu Xiaotian was taking care of his daughter. Luo Zhongting snapped his fingers, and several skeletons in black robes came through the air from a distance, escorting the unconscious Luo Ping'er.
"Friend Lu Dao, the Emperor's Golden Sword has been activated. Hoshino Kihara's ghost energy is out of control. It is flowing towards the four Tianyuan Gates under the guidance of those bone wheels and white bone chains. If it is not controlled, the Ghost Yuan Gate will continue to expand. , it is very likely that all the other passages will be squeezed into the endless void, and no one will be able to leave this world at that time." At this time, Fu Yong and several Qin monks looked solemn, and when Luo Ping'er appeared, They also arrived here one after another.
"Got it!" Lu Xiaotian nodded, and with a flash of consciousness, the eighteen golden men each thrust their long swords across their waists and spun them quickly. Use the revolving world again. Like eighteen strong winds, blowing across the sky and the earth. Wherever the strong wind passed, bone links were cut off, and the boundless ghost energy that spewed from Hoshino Irohara lost its transmission path and spread everywhere.
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