The Sword Demon's right arm that stretched out the sword from his palm did not move. He used the other palm with only three fingers to pick up a first-grade spiritual sword and brought it to the front.

"Ka! Ka! Ka!"

It slowly bit off the spiritual sword in one bite and then...swallowed it!

Swallowed???

Xu Xiaoshou gasped.

How could he not know how tough and powerful this level of spiritual sword is?

But this thing was broken by the sword ghost with just one bite of his teeth. Was it really swallowed and digested?

"Gu boy, when do you think you will give me the evil sword? As long as you give it to me and let me eat it, I will do whatever you want."

The sword ghost grinned and talked as he ate, chewing slowly. The expression on his face was full of satisfaction, as if he was tasting delicious food in the world.

"Senior is joking, I don't have many first-grade spiritual swords, let alone Yue Lian?"

Gu Qingyi also seemed to be afraid of this sword ghost. He tightened the evil sword in his arms and added: "Yuelian is my master's sword. You don't have to worry about it."

"Hasn't he already given it to you? What he gives away is no longer his!"

The sword ghost laughed loudly, swallowed all the fragments of the spirit sword including the hilt, and then looked at Gu Qing'er who was huddled in the corner.

"Gu Laoer, what about you, when are you going to give me a gift? Your junior brother has given it to me, why don't you show some appreciation?" It stared closely at the bloody sword behind Gu Qinger, the stunning enchantress.

"You're dreaming! You fart!"

"My junior brother, you are not giving me away, you are robbing me!"

"You hungry ghost, you robber! I will never give you the stunning enchantress even if I die!"

"If you dare to threaten me again, I will tell Master that I can't defeat you and I will let him take care of you!" Gu Qing's expression turned sharp.

"Quack..."

The sword ghost smiled miserably, looked deeply at Gu Laoer, and looked away.

It suddenly turned around and stared at Xu Xiaoshou. It leaned down and its bloody mouth almost covered Xu Xiaoshou's head.

"Kid, what are you looking at!"

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see the mucus on the broken sword that was exposed when the sword ghost spoke with his mouth wide open, and smell the refreshing "fragrance".

"Slightly~"

After all, he couldn't hold back and retched, and hurriedly moved away.

"You kid..." Sword Demon narrowed his eyes, "Why can I smell a familiar smell from you? Well, there is..."

call out!

When the cracks in the Zhenhuang Palace formation were closed, the frosty white cold air finally came in again.

Master Han's departure and return broke the sword ghost's thoughts, and was accompanied by a strange cry from Master Han.

"Ten disabled sword ghosts?"

"Who are you, kid, who can summon the ten disabled sword ghosts?!"

Xu Xiaoshou could clearly hear a trace of trembling in these words, that was fear!

This fear is not sporadic, but the kind of pressure

It is controlled to the extreme, but when it is let go, it is almost endless fear.

Click!

The head of the ten disabled sword ghost tilted to the side, making a crunching sound.

Its head was not cut off by the long sword that penetrated the Tianling Gai, but its eyes became unhappy, very unhappy!

"I hate being interrupted when I'm talking."

This sentence was said with his back to Master Han, leaning forward and facing Xu Xiaoshou's face.

But Xu Xiaoshou could clearly feel that when the Ten Disabled Sword Ghost said these words, his attention was no longer on himself, but on the returning Master Han.

despair.

The sword ghost took a step back, and Xu Xiaoshou felt that the sky was getting a little brighter, and the afterimage in front of him also turned into fragments.

Mr. Han was shocked and pale.

This speed...

It was so busy that it dwarfed and spread out two bat-like wings on its back, curling up to protect its body.

"Pong!"

The ten disabled sword ghosts were like phantoms. When they appeared in front of Master Han, they had already slashed down from the air with one sword in one hand.

Master Han suddenly opened his wings and tried hard to deflect the broken sword's blow.

As a result, the intensity of Sword Demon's slash was once again beyond his expectation!

With a scoff, Master Han's wings were cut off on the spot, and the long sword emerging from the palm of the sword ghost fiercely tore a bloody gash at his shoulder.

"***uncle!"

Lord Han was furious and suddenly transformed into a ghostly beast form, which was as huge as the sky.

As a result, such a size seems to be very oppressive to ordinary people. However, Master Han's movements are already slower than those of the ten disabled sword ghosts, and now that he is huge, he cannot even touch the movements of the sword ghost.

"It's so ridiculous."

The Ten-Remnant Sword Demon snorted and swung his forearms down, hitting the two thin swords that were inserted diagonally under his ribs.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The two thin swords cut open the flesh and blood on the sword ghost's body. As Master Han grew in size, they already cut through the space, whirling and turning into two severed heads, staring at Master Han's head.

"Grass!"

Master Han is going crazy.

His speed is second to none among the semi-holy ghost beasts, but he can't even keep up with one ten thousandth of the sword ghost's speed. How can he fight this?

It had just grown bigger, but it had to shrink immediately in order to avoid the inevitable owl's two swords!

——The Ten-Deformed Sword Demon is not only very fast with his sword, but also has unparalleled power in his slashes. Master Han is not confident that he can block the sword demon's attack with his thin neck. His shoulder has just been injured.

"Slow stupid pig."

Lord Han transformed into a human form, and heard another sneer.

The next second, the top of his head was shrouded in darkness.

The ferocious Ten-Crippled Sword Demon appeared in front of him at some point. His body shrank and became the same size as him, then he opened his arms and gave him a tight hug.

At this moment, Master Han’s face turned green!

The Sword Demon's hug is something that normal people simply don't dare to enjoy.

There are ten swords inserted all over his body. Who can withstand such a sharp embrace?

"Give it to me... die!!!"

Thick ice armor was condensed on Master Han's body, and he swung his limbs outward to blast away the ten disabled sword ghosts.

When the power of the Semi-Saint fully bloomed, even the heaven and earth were completely frozen at this moment, and frost spread.

But this still cannot stop the actions of the ten disabled sword ghosts!

The ferocious sword ghost smiled ferociously, completely unaffected, and gently hugged Master Han.

At this moment, the world became quiet...

Xu Xiaoshou's eyelids twitched wildly.

Gu Qing clicked his teeth.

Gu Qing'er suddenly hugged his chest and closed his eyes tightly, as if recalling some nightmare.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

The first and second sounds were the sword ghost's legs hooking together, and the broken sword stuck between its knees, slicing off Master Han's calf like tofu.

"ah--"

The pain hit him, and Master Han screamed heartbreakingly, his face turned pale, as if he had endured unbearable pain.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

The third, fourth, and fifth sounds were made by the sword ghost's chest. The three swords that penetrated his back and penetrated his chest suddenly penetrated Han Ye's ice armor and pierced his right chest and middle chest respectively.

, and the sound from the heart position in the left chest.

"puff......"

Mr. Han lost the ability to scream on the spot, and his eyes lost focus.

He was a majestic semi-saint, but he was defeated by the Ten-Crippled Sword Demon within a few blows. He was tortured so hard that he couldn't even move.

"Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

The sound of breaking wind in the distant sky started from nowhere and became louder and louder. Master Han seemed to remember something and turned his back to the back, but his pupils were trembling.

The three people watching, Xu Xiaoshou, also turned their heads and looked up.

However, he saw that the two thin swords that had been thrown away from his ribs by the Sword Demon just now, and the two thin swords that had been thrown away by Mr. Han, circled back like flying bones.

"Tsk! Tsk!"

These two sounds were the sounds made by the thin sword returning, piercing the body of the ten disabled sword ghosts, and returning to the position under the ribs.

Of course, Master Han, who was hugged by the Ten-Crippled Sword Demon to his chest, bore the brunt of the sword demon's resistance to the brutal wave of the sheathed sword.
To be continued...