"ghost!"

"A fierce ghost who knows how to use a sword defeated Uncle Jin with one sword?"

"You're such a white ghost, I'm scared...wait, is this a human, with a human face?"

"Uncle Jin is too weak, is he just gone?"

"Everyone is so black. Could it be that their souls were chopped off, or were they eaten by this white-faced ghost?"

"Working on effects?"

"Look, there seems to be a scar on Uncle Jin's chest..."

"This ghost is not simple. It is obvious that there is a change in the world of ghosts and Buddhas, and a saint will be born soon. The Taoist Master listens to this saint's advice and goes home."

"Old Fu, hurry up and escort me!"

"Hurry up, matchmaker!"

"..."

After a brief pause, the Jinxing screen flashed one comment after another.

They were floating in front of her forehead, but the matchmaker didn't even look at them.

Completely different from the spiritual masters who watched the battle through the screen and had a buffer, the matchmaker's positive experience was too shocking.

Uncle Jin was beheaded and suddenly hung in front of him with a white face.

When the ghost uttered human words, she could even smell a rotten smell, and her thoughts froze:

"Uncle Jin is dead..."

"The fierce ghost carries the sword..."

"He still understands human nature and can talk..."

The white-faced ghost's jaw was still stuck on Uncle Jin's headless corpse, and he was only one body away from the matchmaker.

It sniffed greedily and intoxicatedly, and its long tongue stretched out, almost licking the matchmaker's cheek.

"run!"

An urgent shout came from the distance: "Miss! Matchmaker! Wake up and run!"

The matchmaker turned around and ran away.

"Hiss, hiss..."

The white-faced ghost enjoys the thrill of hunting very much. He is not in a hurry to kill. He only curls his lips up to his temples and narrows his smile into a slit.

It nudged it with its chin.

Uncle Jin's body fell to the ground with a sound.

The fixed direction of the Jinxing picture is backward.

Only then did the spectators realize that Uncle Jin was not joking. He might not be able to come back.

Mr. Fu's anxiety and matchmaker's panic are not for effect.

Their Taixu team encountered a terrifying ghost that could destroy the team - this was unheard of in half a year!

"girl……"

The white-faced ghost was wearing a green shirt and an old robe, holding a long black sword in his hand, "No one can escape under my sword."

He holds the sword in both hands and draws it slowly, which is very freehand.

"Spiritual Slash."

With a brush sound, the faint green sword light bloomed.

The matchmaker ran in front, and the sword light came from behind and struck the back of her neck in an instant.

From Jin Xing's perspective, the sword light grows from small to large, as if it is about to cut out of the screen.

"Matchmaker!"

At the critical moment, Mr. Fu threw a talisman high in the distance and commanded blood: "Golden Yuan Shield!"

The matchmaker stumbled, and a golden spiritual shield appeared around her, giving her a sense of security.

The faint green sword light came and struck the Jin Yuan shield without even a trace of light white scratches.

A bunch of messages flashed across my forehead instantly:

"Okay! Protected!"

"This white-faced ghost seems to be nothing more than that. It's a pity that Uncle Jin died in its sneak attack, but it will definitely not be able to defeat Mr. Fu who is on guard."

There are also those who are awake and see something:

"No! If Uncle Jin didn't notice before he died, how could Mr. Fu be on the same level as Uncle Jin and save the matchmaker?"

"Look, that ghost...is he laughing?"

"That's bad, the trickster, Fu Laowei!"

The matchmaker came back to her senses in the joy of surviving the disaster. She turned the golden bead to one side and showed it to Mr. Fu. Her whole body was shocked:

"Old Fu..."

She let out a cry of pain: "No!"

In the picture, Mr. Fu with a goatee, without any prelude, was bleeding from all his orifices and stood frozen on the spot.

Nine bloody holes were left on his forehead, neck, chest, abdomen, front of his legs, shoulders and knees at some unknown time.

The afterimage of the Black Sword's attack barely faded away.

The white-faced ghost had already ridden on Mr. Fu's shoulder, sitting astride him with a grin on his face.

The sword in its hand went from top to bottom, like a stick that penetrated the whole roasted sheep, and pierced into Fu Laotian's spiritual cap.

"laugh!"

The sword penetrated the body and blood splattered everywhere.

In front of the golden apricot painting, the number of spectators has soared to nearly one million, and they were all watching with trembling hearts.

"When did this ghost pass by?"

"When did it come out with the sword? Why didn't you see it clearly at all?"

"Nine sword wounds, nine nails of the ghost sword? Isn't this the art of hunting ghosts? I remember, it was the Seven Swordsman of the previous generation...what was his name?"

Comments flood comments.

Everyone was just giving it away, not many people were picking it up and looking at it.

In fact, most of the people who posted comments had closed other comments and just focused on the picture.

The golden apricot picture is a wide-angle picture.

Mr. Fu and the White-faced Ghost have never been painted from beginning to end, except that one is in the center and the other is on the side.

And just at the moment when Mr. Fu took action to protect the matchmaker and the scene changed, nine bloody holes were stabbed in his body?

"Really a saint?"

There is always a guy who calls himself "this saint" pretending to be in the comments, but not many people pay attention to it.

But I kept scrolling and watched more, and I remembered it.

Now it seems that if you are not a saint, how can you kill Taixu like killing a chicken?

"Old Fu is dead too?"

"It's fake, they must be acting it out, Uncle Jin is not dead either!"

"Look! Old Fu's fingers can still move, and he pinched out a talisman..."

Someone with sharp eyes saw Mr. Fu who had multiple penetrating wounds on his body. Under the cover of his sleeves, he tremblingly took out a purple thunder talisman.

On it, there are faint fluctuations of holy power.

This is actually disappointing.

Mr. Fu made an unconscious "Uh-huh" sound in his mouth, his body was shaking like chaff, and he even took out the holy power talisman.

If this is an act, the price is not small.

And his acting skills should be better than Shou Ye.

"Hiss, hiss..."

In the midst of everyone's anticipation, the talisman in Lao Fu's hand had not even been revealed yet, and the white-faced ghost sitting on his shoulders laughed jokingly.

Without even a moment's hesitation, it scoffed, pulled out the long black sword from head to foot, and said sarcastically:

"The Clay Bodhisattva is crossing the river. He cannot protect himself, but he still wants to protect others?"

The wind rises.
To be continued...