I thought that under the veil was the beautiful girl I had been thinking about, but when I lifted it, I saw that she was not a goddess, but not even a woman. The huge contrast made the ghost king confused for a moment, and his reaction naturally slowed down. At this moment, Wei Yuan's sword had already chopped down on his head.
The sword was entangled with a very thin and sharp wind, making a clear whistle.
The ghost king only had time to subconsciously retreat and avoid the neck, and the eight-sided Han sword had already chopped his face heavily. Wei Yuan exhaled and shouted, holding the sword and turning around to slash. The blade of the eight-sided Han sword pulled the hideous face of the ghost, and it actually cut it horizontally, splitting the face in half from the bridge of the nose.
Wei Yuan landed, dodged and stepped back to keep a distance.
"Ahhhhhh!! My face, my face!"
The intense pain brought the ghost king back to reality, and he covered his face and let out a shrill wail.
His face was already demonized, and now it was cut open by Wei Yuan, making it look even more hideous. The Ghost King was already angry and dissatisfied with his current face because the goddess's face remained unchanged, and now it was even uglier than a human, and he was almost furious.
But another more intolerable resentment fermented and rose in his heart.
Panting heavily, the Ghost King covered his face and stared at Wei Yuan with red eyes:
"You came out of her house..."
"No wonder, no wonder she refused to agree to me for a hundred years."
Wei Yuan held the sword and said: "It's just that I saw injustice on the road. The goddess and I have only known each other for a few days."
He smiled and asked:
"Your wine is very good. I wonder if you like my return gift?"
As if a fuse had been detonated, the Ghost King's whole body rushed towards Wei Yuan with great speed, and a low and crazy roar came out of his throat:
"You are lying!!!"
Wei Yuan took a step back, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand blocked in front. The Ghost King's fists and feet hit him heavily, but Wei Yuan had already stepped back to avoid it, and stood on one side. The thick sword body was attached to the front of the Ghost King's fist, pressing and sticking, guiding the force to be released.
He had already mastered this sword style, and it was very easy to kill demons and ghosts before, but at this moment, he felt that it was extremely difficult to release the force. Thinking carefully, it was almost like trying to flatten an entire mountain with a small shovel. The method of using a small force to move a large object also has its limits. It is not that he does not want to do it, but he cannot do it.
As a last resort, he directed the force in the opposite direction and retreated to avoid the sharp edge.
With a step, he forced the force to be released.
The ground under Wei Yuan's right foot was crushed.
The sword in his hand was fierce and stabbed at the neck of the ghost king again.
The ghost king did not avoid or retreat, and let the eight-sided Han sword fall. The sword body could not get close to his skin, and waves of black flames rose up, but that was not fire, but water, the evil spirit accumulated in the water of Luojiang River for a hundred years.
And the long sword and body, it was the sound of metal and iron.
A chilling breath was transmitted from the sword to Wei Yuan's palm, and most of his body was almost numb.
Wei Yuan retreated suddenly, but saw that the hideous cracks on the ghost king's face that he had just cut were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. He paused and thought of what the goddess said, that the evil spirit of the evil land is connected with the body of the ghost realm, and the evil spirit of the river is endless, and the ghosts will be immortal.
The ghost king crouched down, stretched out his hand and took out a huge saber. Inheriting the charm of the Han Dynasty, the style of the Qin and Han Dynasties, there were many knights, and even the young men in the countryside practiced martial arts. His voice was low and ferocious:
"The hatred of killing my father and stealing my wife are all irreconcilable."
Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "I just met the goddess for the first time."
Raised the long sword in his hand and said:
"But, demons and cannibals should be killed without mercy!"
The ghost king's eyes were red, and he still said the crazy and angry "You lied". Holding a war knife, he was wrapped in evil spirits. He rushed towards Wei Yuan without any rules and relied on his brute force. The guns and bullets could not reach him and were melted by the evil spirits. Wei Yuan's aura sank, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand whistled.
The crouching tiger waist card showed a long blue feather, and the remaining demonic power of the Qin and Han Dynasty demon Jinyu Bird emerged.
On the sword body, blue and blue winds intertwined.
The swords hit!
......
At the ghost banquet, the ghosts were still having fun.
Among the ghosts, a Taoist priest in a black robe sat alone, looking at the many demons coldly.
Although his breath smelled like a living person, he was the honored guest mentioned by the ghost king, and the ghosts did not dare to approach him, leaving a large space around the Taoist priest. He did not care. There were all kinds of wine and food on the table. He just picked up the wine glass and drank slowly, but did not touch the food with a chopstick.
He was still thinking about the unusual behavior of the goddess.
After all, he had a Taoist practice, and he was unwilling to put it down when he encountered such a whim.
After drinking a glass of wine and putting down the wine glass, the Taoist priest took out a special talisman from his sleeve, which was different from the ordinary one. There were delicate patterns on it, which constituted the cloud talisman text of their lineage. It was the spell to avoid disasters and calamities that he got from his teacher to protect himself.
Only then did he calm down and drink slowly, glancing at the ghosts and monsters with disdain.
While drinking, the Taoist heard a strange and familiar voice. His right hand holding the wine paused, and he subconsciously listened to it. The voice gradually approached and became clearer. The Taoist's hair, the wine flags, and the strings of lanterns all swayed slowly.
He finally recognized what the sound was.
It was the wind!
The whistling wind swept in like a herd of galloping horses the next moment, sweeping across the mountain. Suddenly, the voices of the ghosts and monsters stopped abruptly, as if they were swept away by the storm. The lanterns went out with a bang. In the endless silence, a figure rushed over as if riding the wind.
A demon was about to speak, but saw a flash of cold light in front of him, and he was dead.
Wei Yuan fell to the ground, stepped back several steps, and finally stopped the force, the blood in his chest surging.
The eight-sided Han sword in his hand was still clanging.
What a strong evil spirit!
Seeing that the ghost king who was wrapped in Jiang Sha was covered with sword marks, but still roared and ran towards him, Wei Yuan knew that the other party still had evil spirit to protect him, and the wounds would recover quickly, so he didn't fight head-on. He changed his footsteps and rushed into the group of monsters and ghosts. The next moment, the ghost king was already roaring and running towards him.
The speed was unstoppable and slowed down.
Wei Yuan controlled the strong wind again, and his speed was extremely fast, just like a clear shadow blending into the group of monsters.
Even the ghosts who were farther back in the group didn't notice this scene.
A drunken demon ghost saw the ghost king Daqi, and together with the old woman, he stopped the ghost king and asked in a flattering way:
"Master, you have come out so soon? Why don't you stay with the lady for a while longer?"
"A spring night is worth a thousand gold."
"Haha, I think the lady is so beautiful. If you are afraid that you can't come out, you will never come out tonight."
It was originally a witty remark made by a trusted subordinate, but it was like a jar of old oil poured on the heart of fire, provoking the jealousy of the ghost king. His eyes turned red and his anger surged. He didn't care whether the people in front of him were his subordinates or not. He raised his saber and chopped down the "people" who stood in front of him.
In an instant, the demon ghosts were chopped into meat paste.
Amid the screams of panic, the ghosts dispersed, and the ghost king roared and roared and rushed towards the captain to kill.
The ghosts along the way dodged one after another, but there were always those unlucky ones who were too slow and were hit by the ghost king. They were either chopped into two pieces by the sword or burned to ashes by the evil spirit. These ghosts were not stupid. They saw something strange in the ghost king's reaction. After a while, they looked at the master of the ghost domain with a look of pity in addition to fear.
I didn't think so before.
Today, the white and green lanterns are very suitable for the occasion.
Wei Yuan kept trying to lead the ghost king to the direction of the demons and ghosts, circling around on this mountain, at least to buy enough time for the recovery of the goddess and the outside world to dig and open the river. The demon power of the Jinyu Bird has been used to the limit, but Jiang Sha is really too fierce.
Every time the swords hit, even if Wei Yuan's swordsmanship skills are far superior to the opponent, the evil spirit flows into his body along the sword body, still making his chest and abdomen pierce more and more, and there is already a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth.
He used another sword to draw away the sword, and blood oozed from the corner of Wei Yuan's mouth. He laughed in his heart as if he was trying to find joy in suffering.
The buff of evil spirit was too strong, increasing attack and defense, and recovering blood quickly.
The Taoist in black was surprised when he saw Wei Yuan, and saw that the ghost king seemed to be unable to catch up with him for a while. After thinking for a while, he picked up a bowl of water, stood in the water with a stick of incense in the air, and picked up a talisman, intending to use this bowl of water as an altar and cast a spell.
The strong wind blew, almost covering the entire mountainside, and the Taoist's actions could not be hidden from Wei Yuan.
Wei Yuan had suffered from the evil sorcerer's altar spell before, so how could he let the other party succeed?
The eight-sided Han sword in his right hand barely swung away the sword that was chopped down by the wind, and he drew out his gun with his left hand and fired three shots at the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was muttering something in his mouth, and before he could react, with a click, the water bowl in his hand had broken into pieces.
The other two shots were blocked, but the price was that the two treasure scrolls on his body were directly burned to ashes.
The Taoist priest stumbled back.
The palms were cut by the broken porcelain pieces and blood was dripping.
The Taoist priest was a Taoist priest with Taoism, but he was still a mortal.
He hurriedly looked for a hemostatic talisman and dissolved it in the water to stop the bleeding. When he was about to take another talisman, he saw that the talisman for avoiding disasters and calamities burned out without wind, and the Taoist priest's face changed, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
Killing calamity? !
At this moment, a group of clear air was spreading on the mountain.
Above the entire ghost domain, the sky was suddenly broken.
......
The pure and spiritual energy of heaven and earth appeared in this ghost domain, naturally causing the ghost domain to begin to collapse.
The ghost king's face changed. The strong sense of oppression and the feeling of being on the verge of death finally restored some of his rationality. He looked up at the mountain, knowing that he must stop the goddess on the mountain. He was about to rush over with a sword in hand. At this moment, the evil spirit around him suddenly weakened, and he felt a sense of lack of strength. Even his steps paused slightly, and Wei Yuan's eyes flashed with divine light.
On the waist badge, the long feathers of the brocade-feathered bird suddenly shone brightly.
A violent wind raged, forming a blue-feathered bird visible to the naked eye and as big as a house beside Wei Yuan, and then turned into a violent wind and demonic power, pouring into his body. Wei Yuan's pair of black pupils turned into a strange blue color, and he heard the resentment and unwillingness in the heart of the brocade-feathered bird, which made his head split.
At the same time, his strength also increased significantly. He stepped forward suddenly, and his right foot, wrapped in a strong wind, stepped heavily on the ghost king's chest, stopping his movement. At the same time, the two winds collided, generating an upward vortex. Wei Yuan suddenly jumped up, flew over the ghost king's head, and held the eight-sided Han sword in both hands.
Then, with all his strength, he slashed hard!
The sword blade slashed diagonally from the demon ghost's left shoulder to the waist and abdomen, leaving a wound that was deep enough to see the bone.
On the left and right of this hideous sword mark, there was a slightly smaller but deeper wound.
It was like the resurrection of the Qin and Han Dynasty brocade feathered bird, showing its true form and giving the ghost king a hard blow.
Even the Ghost King could not bear this kind of injury that almost cut a person in the waist. He howled in pain, turned around and lashed out with his arm, which was like an iron whip. Wei Yuan only had time to block the Eight-sided Han Sword in front of him before he was hit hard and flew out. He crashed into a wooden house and smashed it into ruins with a crack.
The evil spirit invaded his body, and the Jinyu Bird's demon power rioted. Wei Yuan's eyebrows almost grew feathers.
The Crouching Tiger Waist Card whistled low, retracting the demon power, and stopped Wei Yuan from turning into a half-demon.
But he still couldn't help coughing up blood, his face was pale.
This time he was really going all out.
The Ghost King injured him, but also exposed his back to the goddess on the mountain.
Wei Yuan struggled to sit up and leaned against the ruins. He felt what the evil man had felt before, and felt the breath of the wind, only it was stronger. He raised his head and saw that the sky of the ghost realm seemed to be pressed down, as if an invisible and terrifying thing was roaring in the sky, making his ears almost have tinnitus.
Huh——
The air flow began to flow.
Wild horses, dust, and living things blowing each other with their breath.
Just like children stirring the water in the basin with their arms, it seemed that an invisible hand stirred the sky. Wei Yuan's hair shook slightly and he felt that he had difficulty breathing.
"This is..."
Then——
A shocking and violent howl of the wind.
Thunder God banged and shook the drum!
The boundless and high-speed storm enveloped the entire mountain.
The whirlwind, which was so huge that it even exceeded the size of the mountain, seemed to fall from the sky, wide at the top and sharp at the bottom, like a huge iron cone, drilling down towards this ghostland. The boundless wind and the vast rapids all avoided the injured captain, and rushed past Wei Yuan who was sitting on the ground like pure white wind and waves.
Traveling 80,000 miles a day while sitting on the ground!
The magnificent scenery made people lose their minds.
It was like the ninth heaven.