The Ghost Saint Zhou Tianming unexpectedly appeared and directly invited the battle. He pulled out his sword with his body. His breath was powerful, and it turned out to be the treasure of the acquired god.

According to ancient legend, the ghost world in Fengdu formed a world of its own, gathering spiritual bodies in the world. There was once a treasure of acquired nature, which was made of billions of spiritual bodies. It was extremely dead and terrifying. It was called the Nether Sword.

Except for the strongest people who practice the death path pattern, anyone who touches this knife will suffer terrible damage and even loses his soul. Therefore, this knife is also called the Lipo Sword.

Because the Lipo Sword is too difficult to control and easily causes harm to other creatures, even the city lords of Fengdu Ghost City in all dynasties rarely brought this treasure with them, but imitated the Lipo Sword made with spiritual bodies.

The news of the Three-Foot Sword spread throughout the evil cultivation world, and it is impossible for the Ghost Saint to not know.

His talents and achievements are jealous, but few people know that the price he paid is extremely miserable. If possible, he would rather be an ordinary monk with a low level of cultivation than a current ghost saint.

Everything about him can be said to be because of the Three-Foot Sword. Back then, the Three-Foot Sword went to Fengdu Ghost City for some reason, fought with the Ghost Saint Master, and easily defeated him. That kind of power made the Ghost Saint Master amazed, and even wanted to give the Fengdu Ghost City to the Three-Foot Sword. However, the Three-Foot Sword had no interest in this kind of thing.

The rejection of the Three-Foot Sword made Master Ghost Saint develop a similar disciple to cultivate a similar disciple. Dao pattern, mind, talent... these are difficult to replicate, but experiences can be learned from.

Then there was the tragic life of the Ghost Saint, until the end, the master, brother, lover... died one by one in his hands. The lives of these people were filled with a so-called saint with the highest talent.

After becoming the lord of Fengdu Ghost City, Zhou Tianming had no other wishes, and could only hope to fight with the Three-Foot Sword, which indirectly affected his life.

After hearing about Lianfeng, Zhou Tianming felt that the opportunity had come, so he took out the Nether Sword and rushed over.

The Three-foot Sword happily responded, so Zhou Tianming naturally would not say much. He started the war directly.

He held the Nether Sword in his hand and raised it high, and the dead aura gathered all over the sky. It turned into a huge sky sword and slashed directly at the three-foot sword.

There were no too many tricks, and the seemingly simple knife exuded an extremely terrifying aura, as if it was about to cut the sky.

"If you hope for a fair battle, I will give you a fair battle. When I was in your realm, there was no Chaos Sword Qi. Today I will fight you with the strength of the same realm as you."

Sanqi Jian said with a high voice, pinching a sword finger in his hand, and his death breath filled his body, and he was actually preparing to fight with the same death pattern.

In an instant, a Death Heavenly Sword appeared in the hand of the Three-foot Sword, and the same huge aura was even more terrifying than the Death Heavenly Sword of the Ghost Saint.

I met directly, and there were no too many tricks.

With a loud bang, the sky sword against the sky sword filled the entire lotus peak, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was dark.

The strong wind curled up sand and stones, and the rocks penetrated the sky and flew into the sky.

The huge Death Heaven Sword and Death Heaven Sword collapsed at the same time, with the death energy surging, as if countless energy had been accumulated. An explosion occurred at one time. A terrifying death black lotus appeared above the Lotus Peak, and a trace of death trace made people feel that their vitality was about to be lost.

The force was evenly matched, but the Ghost Saint frowned. He used the secret technique. This was the technique in the Nether Book of the Ghost City in Fengdu, but the other party just took a random sword and judged the difference.

In particular, the other party also said that in order to fight fairly, the realm was suppressed.

"Take out your true strength, what I need is a real battle!" The ghost saint said loudly, holding the Nether Sword, and drew a long death pattern in the void, rushing towards the three-foot sword with supreme fighting spirit.

"Take me a move withered! I won't hold back!" The Ghost Saint roared. His wish for the rest of his life was to fight the Three-Foot Sword, how could he want the other party to retain his strength?

This sword is the strongest move in the Nether Book of Soul Sword. It not only attacks, but also absorbs the opponent's vitality. It is extremely terrifying.

The prosperity will lead to decline. Everything, even the strongest supreme, will wither one day. No one can escape death, death is the final outcome of anyone.

"Don't think that I suppressed my realm and looked down on you. There are not many people in this world who can make me willing to fight with dignity. You can count it! I won't hold back, you will die at any time!"

The Sanqi Sword said loudly, raised his hand and the air of death gushed out, and he turned to the ghost saint overwhelmed.

"Wind and desolate are all deprivation of vitality, it depends on whether your wither can resist my desolate."

This move is desolate, and wherever you pass, there is no trace of vitality, desolate and desolate become everything.

The Withering Sword is terrifying, but the desolation is even more terrifying. The Ghost Saint cannot cut through the death energy condensed by the three-foot sword and one palm, and his vitality is quickly deprived.

As the strongest practitioner of the death path pattern in the ancient continent, it was actually deprived of life for a day. It was incredible, but it happened.

"Ah!" The ghost sared, and his sword technique changed, and he became extremely crazy and had no rules. He was like a butcher chopping meat sauce, just trying to turn his target into pieces.

The rapid and crazy sword technique was terrifying. In a moment, it finally broke through the death aura condensed by the three-foot sword. The effect of depriving vitality disappeared, but a large number of injuries appeared on the body, which was very terrifying, and the whole person's aura became very chaotic.

"What a crazy sword technique, no difference in attack, I don't even let myself go. The way of death has no chance of life, you have entered the house." Sanchi Jian praised.

The injuries were not caused by desolation, but were cut off by the Ghost Saint himself.

"Ah!" The Ghost Saint let out a muffled groan, and the death path pattern floated and came towards the three-foot sword.

The three-foot sword pointed out with one finger, as if stirring a cotton candy, stirring all the death path patterns together and condensed them on the fingers.

"The transplanting of flowers and trees in the book of Netherworld will pass the injury to the target. Unfortunately, I was 100,000 years earlier than you. After all, I am too much higher than you, and my understanding of the Taoist pattern of death is not something you can compare with."

This is a martial art in the book of Netherworld, which uses the death path pattern to transfer injuries. If someone is hit, the situation between the two will be reversed at this moment.

Everyone felt that the Ghost Saint's strength at this time probably surpassed the Demon Emperor and became one of the most powerful people in the ancient continent. In the world, there are probably few people who are his opponents.

Unfortunately, he faced the three-foot sword. What this person learned was simply unpredictable and difficult to describe. Any skill of the Ghost Saint was clear at a glance in his eyes, without any chance.

The failure to transfer flowers and wood, the Ghost Saint was not depressed at all, but smiled rarely: "It's really strong enough, no wonder my master has been worried about for so many years. There is another knife, and I will lose next."

Experts can tell if there is any problem. Others see the fierce fighting between the two, but as the person involved, he helplessly discovered that his so-called unparalleled talent does not seem to be enough in the eyes of the other party.

Too much entanglement is meaningless, one move determines the winner and lose.

"This knife, the sword of defeat!"

The way to death is to have no chance of life, to be cruel to others and to yourself.

The Sword of Defeat, Failure is Death...)
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