The Ghost Saint challenged the Three-Foot Sword, but in just a few moves, he was already judged immediately and was no match for him at all.

However, the will to fight was unprecedentedly strong, and the Ghost Saint was not allowed to withdraw. A few moves were fruitless, and the Ghost Saint finally used the strongest move, the Sword of Defeat. Failure is death.

A terrifying death aura gushed out from the ghost saint, covering the sky and the sun, as if bringing the entire ancient continent closer to the darkness.

Countless terrifying spirits appeared in the dead energy, with shrill wails, and even powerful existences like dragon clans and vermilion birds appeared.

A beep of blood gushed out of the ghost saint like a fountain. This was the injury left on him by the indiscriminate attack just now, and all of them exploded.

The blood did not spew too far, and was immediately eroded by the dead energy and turned into a part of the energy.

The sword of defeat is a desperate bet and has no way out. It turns life into a knife, which is a completely defeated strategy.

This is the way to death, not only to kill people, but also to kill oneself.

"Good, good! Donor Zhou has walked too deeply on this road. The way of death is ultimately a path of no return!" Amitabha sighed.

The others were even more shocked. At this moment, the aura of the Ghost Saint was far greater than that of the Demon Emperor. A large number of people kept retreating, and everyone believed that if this sword was cut, the entire ruins of the Lotus Peak would no longer exist.

The sword became the extremely terrifying Death Heavenly Sword, and the man turned into the supreme God of Death. At this time, the ghost saint felt no emotional fluctuations, and the vitality in his body was about to turn into the will in the knife.

Slash out with one knife and never retreat. This is the purpose of the Ghost Saint. You can't think of a specific reason, maybe you just want to prove something, or just to vent.

My life is a sad song. I gained strong strength, but I exchanged everything I used to. After this knife, everything disappeared and I could truly enter the world of death.

The Ghost Saint took all his sword and made the Sanfoot Sword nod and praised: "Taking all his strength, there is only one battle. It is either life or death. The extreme of life is death. The extreme of death can lead to life. Unfortunately, you use this move with the mentality of dying together, not really understanding, it is a little bit short!"

The three-foot sword held it with one hand. It condensed a ball of flawless light, pinched it with three fingers, and gently flicked it: "The order melts!"

Compared to the terrifying death aura released by the Ghost Saint, this ball of light is like a drop in the ocean and is completely unmeasurable. However, when this ball of light is thrown into the death aura, something terrifying immediately happened.

The light was as bright as fire, and the dead air was as oil. The moment it touched, the dead air affected instantly disappeared without a trace. This dissipation spread at a terrifying speed, and in a moment, the dead air in the sky disappeared without a trace.

This is the power of order melting, dissipating the Taoist patterns and energy condensed by the other party, turning into a spring breeze and blowing away naturally.

Each attack, regardless of its strength, is essentially the same. Release energy in some way to make it stronger. Order melts away the release trajectory, melts into water, and no longer exists.

Without the trajectory and release method, the so-called attack will naturally no longer exist.

The dead aura disappeared, the terrifying aura disappeared, and the life that the Ghost Saint gave returned to his body. Everything seemed to have never happened, and the wind and clouds were calm.

Everyone couldn't believe what secret technique this was. Such a terrifying move was so easy to resolve the three-foot sword.

"Why, I don't think you are a person who pitys others' lives." Gu Zhou asked suspiciously.

The three-foot sword has the ability to resolve this move, and it is naturally capable of taking it, and it will never be difficult. The sword of defeat, failure is death, and the sword that the ghost sacred cuts out with all his vitality, and the final result is naturally death.

It seemed that it would resolve the other party's attack, but in fact it saved the Ghost Saint. Gu Zhou didn't think that the Sanchi Sword would be such a person. Even Chen Pan's life did not seem to care about, so how could he care about the Ghost Saint's life and death?

"Then what kind of person do you think I will be?" Sanchi Jian said lightly: "It's just this knife that made me see something very interesting, but it's not perfect. He has the potential to perfect this knife, and I want to wait until that time."

"The Order Dao Pattern can indeed be said to be the strongest Dao Pattern, but other Dao Patterns also have the strength to reach the peak. Wuji was able to use the power of the Dao Pattern of Power to promote the Dao Pattern of Order, but unfortunately he couldn't fight. Zhou Tianming might be able to do it, but unfortunately he needed time, so I'll give him time."

"Why!" asked the Ghost Saint, and he felt like the ancient world.

"You have let me see something different, and may not have no chance to surpass me, but it is not enough now. Let's wait until you can really use this sword!" Sanqi Jian said as he looked at the ghost saint.

The Ghost Saint closed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "Don't wait anymore. I've been waiting for so many years and my wish is over."

He was the only one who died at the master's sect, and finally he had a so-called saint with the highest talent. At this moment, he really confronted the Three-Foot Sword and found that the gap between the two could be described as a natural barrier.

I suddenly relaxed in my heart, and I don’t know if it was disappointment or because I let go of everything.

"That's your business. If you want to die, go back and commit suicide! I'm not interested in killing you now!" The space pattern in the Sanqi sword's hand condensed, and a mysterious halo popped up and instantly wrapped the ghost saint.

"It's your own business to send you back, and it's your own business to think about it." Sanchi Jian smiled slightly, and the Ghost Saint disappeared from everyone's eyes in an instant.

The top secret space Taoist pattern technique can directly send people billions of miles away, not only the old antiques today can do it.

Before, everyone felt that the Ghost Saint seemed to have the ability to fight against the Sanfoot Sword. Until now, everyone realized that they were not on the same level at all. If the Sanfoot Sword was willing, the Ghost Saint could be played with by him in the applause.

The Buddha was trapped, the Demon Emperor died, and the Ghost Saint was easily dismissed. What else would you do next with the Three-Foot Sword? Many people were confused, but they dared not leave easily.

"Bald, you..." Sanchi Jian was about to say something to Amitabha Buddha, but suddenly he frowned and his face looked a little ugly.

"This body is not mine after all. My soul actually rejects my soul's imprint. Could it be that I have killed too many people and lost my luck!" Sanqi Jian shook his head helplessly and sighed softly: "I have to let him come out by myself. This feels so disgusting."

The first one is talking to oneself, and the next one is naturally what is said to old antiques.

Without waiting for the old antique to answer, the Sanchi Sword closed his eyes and his breath suddenly disappeared.

After a moment, the aura of the Sanchi Sword changed drastically, no longer so light and light, becoming extremely powerful, but it made people feel very real.

The face was extremely sad, and it turned into Chen Pan.

Holding Lin Yuting in his hand, Chen Pan's eyes gradually became lost, becoming extremely empty, and the aura in his body became more violent, like a wild beast that only knows how to destroy, extremely terrifying...)
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