Long Junchen looked at the dark net in front of him, and did not rush to run away or cast spells to deal with it. Instead, he waited for the big net to shrink little by little, blocking all his only escape routes.

Long Junchen narrowed his eyes slightly and observed the black net carefully, sensing the flow of ghost energy above. All things have causes, and the cause will surely produce fruit. These ghost energy can divide the yang energy. Instead, they use these fine lines to slowly find the flaws of the yang energy and break them one by one. However, because the ghost energy is too scattered and remains in a flowing state on it, there must be a weak spot.

Long Junchen held his breath and concentrated his mind, with his peach wood sword in his right hand and a jujube wood sword in his left hand. The magic power in his body was surging secretly, and his eyes flew back and forth around the black net, looking for flaws.

The black net kept shrinking, and when it touched the air around Long Junchen, it made a crackling explosion, crushing the air into nothingness. Just when the black net was about to touch Long Junchen's skin, he moved, and opened his eyes, and burst out a blue gem-like luster, biting the tip of his tongue, spraying a mouthful of essence and blood at the peach wood sword in his right hand and the jujube wood sword in his left hand, shouting loudly, "Taishangtai Star, the divine power is bright. Peach wood expels evil spirits, the jujube wood binds charm. The power of heaven is ruthless, the realm of Taixu transformation. The two swords kill demons, not afraid of life and death, and end up clean!"

Two extremely clear dragon roars came out from the two swords, the sword body was whimpering, the sword light flashed by, the cold rainy night was lit up instantly, and the black net, which was originally aggressive, was stopped at this time. The white-haired boy looked at the two swords with a cold light, and quickly changed his handprints, driving the black net to continue to shrink!

Long Junchen smiled faintly, and two blood lights flew over the sword edge. He waved his arms down, and the two swords cut out two crossed sword lights, like a big white fork, slashing at the black net wrapped in ghost energy. The sharp sword mouth and the black lines touched the black lines, whirling and white smoke, as if they were about to be melted. Two energy sources, one black and one white, were intertwined together.

The white-haired boy groaned and actually spit out a ball of black gas from his mouth. The black gas was stained with the ghost net fish. In an instant, the black energy began to swallow the white energy at a rapid speed like a maggot on the tarsal bone. Seeing that the blades of the two swords would be slowly eroded by the black lines, at this moment, the long-silent dragon pattern in Long Junchen's palm suddenly lit up!

A slight rune power gushed out from Long Junchen's palm and turned into two illusory lights and shadows attached to the two sword blades. The blade was covered with white light. Long Junchen shouted angrily, and the blue veins on both arms swelled heavily. The two sword blades swung heavily at the same time. With a burst of hissing white smoke, the big white fork instantly shattered the fine black lines!

Thousands of extremely subtle and crisp breaking sounds sounded densely almost at the same time, like the broken string of the guzheng, or like the broken string of the kite, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

The ghost energy of the ghost net fish was dispelled by the white sharp blade. The white-haired boy also moaned in pain, his body unconsciously took two steps back, and his eyes were free and fearful at Long Junchen opposite him.

Thousands of maple leaves are more than thousands of branches, and resentment is hard to break. The geese are late. The black clouds are still hovering above the head. The white-haired boy smiles bitterly at the corner of his mouth, strokes the hair on his forehead, and says to Long Junchen: "You are a good opponent, but it's a pity that we must fight to the death in this battle."

Long Junchen looked at the white-haired boy with interest, and after a while, he nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Yes, you die, I live!"

The white-haired boy laughed and exhaled a spit of ghost energy from his mouth. He was immediately drowned in the ghost energy. The wind was strong around him. The white-haired boy seemed to be in the eye of the storm, constantly absorbing the ghost energy gathered like a whirlpool from all directions. The resentment, demonic energy, corpse energy, ghost energy, and evil energy that had not dissipated for thousands of years in the tombs, all gathered in the chest of the white-haired boy.

Just as the black fog exploded to its peak, the white-haired boy suddenly had a ferocious face and split four figures with equal strength from his side. The next second, the white-haired boy bounced his fingertips, and the four ghosts came to kill the generals at Long Junchen, who was still recovering his magic power!

Long Junchen raised his eyebrows and murmured: "Ghost clone?!"

As he spoke, Long Junchen waved his two swords, but instead of retreating, he stepped forward, without hesitation, and flashed to one of the figures without hesitation. The sequel light of the sword illuminated the pale face of the ghost. Long Junchen shouted fiercely, and on the side, avoided the ghost's claw, then stabbed out with his left hand, directly cutting off the ghost's arm.

After one blow, Long Junchen kept feeling the sharp ghost energy coming from the left rear. He put away the jujube sword with his left hand and touched it to his waist. A very tiny cinnabar needle flew out of his hand at some time, and he didn't know when it pierced into the left eyeball of the unlucky ghost. When the ghost covered his left eye, he could only see a light red light flashing in the black blood-burning eyeball.

In the flash of lightning, Long Junchen had already cleaned up the two ghost shadows. He kept splitting the ghost shadow covering his left eye into two in a simple and neat way, and then shot out three cinnabar needles in his left hand. This time, the remaining two ghost shadows were ready, and the ghost energy surged, and a shiny piece of armor formed around him, reflecting the ghost clouds in the sky, and it was like a heavenly soldier descending to earth.

"Dingdengdeng", after three crisp sounds, the cinnabar needle was stabbed on the indestructible ghost armor without exception. At the same time, the white-haired boy's attack came again, with black lines. However, this time, it was not a ghost net fish, but a black line like a dozen sharp swords shot straight into Long Junchen's face.

Long Junchen's face sank into the water, his legs kicked the ground, and his body was slid like a monkey, avoiding the dangerous lines, and throwing out the peach wood sword in his hand, temporarily retarding the figure of one of the ghosts.

?Immediately afterwards, Long Junchen avoided the attack of the remaining ghost like a dragon and a phoenix. A donkey rolled on it, jumped up suddenly, poked out his hands, and silently said, "Taishang Sanqing, borrow my heavenly thunder, hurry up as the law!"

Thunder burst out in the palm of his hand, and a blue light attached to Long Junchen's hand. Then, his fist turned into a palm, his palm turned into a grab, and his fingertips squeezed the ghost's face with force. His index fingers were deeply trapped in the man's eye sockets, and his knees bent, and he rushed towards the other party's chest like lightning.

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