Chickens stroll in the courtyard, worried about ghosts.

The white-faced ghost was stunned by a chicken. He covered the only half of his head and couldn't stop holding back.

"How is it possible..."

It still doesn't believe in this evil.

Because it’s not just time and space jumps, there are three thousand swordsmanship.

During the battle, it saw every move and learned the first realms of Wuji's Mo Swordsmanship, Nine Swordsmanship, Hidden Swordsmanship, and Heart Swordsmanship.

All of them have reached their peak, blending into simple and unpretentious slashes. Unless you fight in person, you really can't tell if you are a master of swordsmanship.

In the final change of the owl's first move, Wuji changed into a ghost sword technique, cutting off a large piece of his soul.

"Who changed you?"

The white-faced ghost shouted sternly, thinking about retreating in his heart. He couldn't believe that this was just a chicken.

You should never, never should have said such arrogant words to provoke this carriage. Sure enough, the devil's intuition was correct. They were not easy to mess with.

"Cluck...cluck..."

The black-bone chicken did not respond with any words, but only croaked in a low voice.

It held a sword in its mouth, turned sideways, and walked slowly and leisurely, with a strong sense of oppression, especially those eyes with cold light.

Staring at a ghost makes the ghost's body feel cold.

Staring at people, everyone is shocked.

"What a strong chicken!"

"This swordsmanship... no, just looking at this footwork, this chicken is terrifyingly strong!"

"Who is riding in this carriage, and why does he have such a powerful sword-bearing rooster, a holy rooster?"

"I really want to raise one..."

"Matchmaker, you live!"

Comments flashed across the screen of Jin Xing watching the battle.

The matchmaker is indeed alive, resurrected from the despair she felt just now.

She got her job back and wanted to explain.

But after searching in my mind, there are no major Taixu families in the Five Realms and Xing Realm who can match the identity and strength of this carriage.

"Who are you!?"

In the battlefield, the white-faced ghost was stared at by the chicken and was under great pressure.

But the chicken stopped attacking and just walked around me. The white-faced ghost didn't dare to step forward and had to shout and ask.

After asking to no avail, it turned its attention to the cinnamon carriage:

"Who are you?"

Asking and knowing are just ways to relieve inner fear.

On the Xianggui carriage, Old Man Li turned a deaf ear and said to the carriage: "This ghost is quite powerful. He can actually take down so many swords from the Sword Princess?"

"Not bad." The young masters in the car all agreed with the white-faced ghost's strength, or more than his strength:

"If he can keep up with the black chicken and catch the seventy-one swords, this ghost has at least three realms of fighting consciousness."

"Able to speak human words, think, and know fear, this ghost has extremely high human nature, or it may be said that his intelligence is no less than that of normal humans."

"But it happens that such a strong consciousness is paired with a weak body. Looking at the soul body itself, the level of the waste ghost is not high. It is really strange..."

There are millions of people in Jinzhu, and there are many smart ones. When they heard something, the matchmaker was even more shocked:

"again?"

"Did the matchmaker hear you wrong just now? He said 'again'?"

The white-faced ghost's face twitched for a while, as if it was about to fall off, and then he heard Old Man Li take over the words:

"Yes, sir, it is different from the fifty-six we killed before. Its body is quite complete."

As soon as these words came out, the battle situation was completely boiling inside and outside:

"Beheaded?"

"They've killed this kind of ghost, and they're still fifty-six, are you kidding me?"

"No, if you have such strength, what are you pretending to do? They deliberately didn't save the matchmaker to attract the matchmaker's attention?"

When the matchmaker saw this comment, she took a heavy breath and her chest rose and fell slightly.

Is that true?

She quickly shook her head and denied her overly good self.

As for this black-bone chicken, which can reach the holy realm, not many forces in the world can raise it.

"Yeah, there aren't many people..."

The matchmaker's mind was spinning so fast that she felt that the range of choices was already very small, but it was like her thoughts were tied up and she couldn't break through the layer of paper wrapping the truth.

"Fifty-six..." The white-faced ghost had a sullen face, lowered his eyebrows, and murmured silently.

"Bah, bah, bah..." It quickly laughed miserably, raised its head suddenly, and its bloody one eye gleamed:

"You want to kill me? Impossible!"

The white-faced ghost's desire to survive was so strong that he could no longer care about the black chickens around him, so he drew his sword and raised it back.

"Time and space..."

Keng!

Before the sword was drawn, Wu Ji appeared at some point, and with a powerful horizontal slash, he cut off the white-faced ghost's escape technique.

The white-faced ghost's face turned green, and he immediately changed his moves.

After unloading the path, build up the path again, and cut it out with the through path. Close at hand, a faint green light burst out.

But the light of the sword has not yet taken shape. The chicken with the sword in its hand moves a thousand catties four or two times, and the force is released by shaking the path.

"Bang!"

The white-faced ghost stepped heavily, creating a deep hole in the ground, and his moves were slightly deformed.

The black-bone chicken took advantage of the ghost's danger and attacked more and more, and the chicken's head almost left an afterimage.

“Kengkengkengkeng…Kengkangkengkeng…”

The sound of hammering was heard again, and this time the white-faced ghost only took thirty-two swords. With a sneer, his left arm was sliced ​​off by the sword-carrying chicken.

"ah--"

With a scream, the door opened wide.

The sword-wielding chicken used its strength to fight, and stepped on the white-faced ghost's chest with its claws, pushing the person out and tapping him in the air.

Bang!

A bloody hole opened in the white-faced ghost's chest.

It pursed its lips and groaned, not daring to say anything more - because the sword-bearing chicken might attack in an instant, and it would no longer be able to crow.

It steadied itself and didn't dare to run anymore. It just wanted to parry the next wave of violent storm from the sword-bearing chicken.

The chicken stopped attacking.

Turn sideways, close your eyes, pace slowly...

"Click!"

Sweat and blood flowed all over the body of the white-faced ghost, and his teeth were broken. He felt that he was being humiliated by a chicken.

Millions of people watched the Jinxing scene, and they were in an uproar:

"So strong, I already knew I was strong, but I didn't expect to be so strong!"

"What kind of ancient sword chicken is this? Only the Seven Swordsmen can fight at this level. Can Master Shou beat this chicken?"

"Why is it that there's obviously no movement, and he hasn't left the first or second realm yet? This white-faced ghost looks so stressed?"

"Look, the white-faced ghost's hands are trembling, this chicken is quite powerful!"

"Kowu Chicken?"

Whether it is the Ancient Sword Chicken, the Ancient Martial Chicken, or a master of these two paths, the white-faced ghost cannot tell clearly.

It discovered that at some point, its vision had become extremely narrow.

It's not because one eye was cut off, one arm was broken, or there was a bloody hole in the chest, but because of fear.

"Come on!"

The white-faced ghost roared at the sword-bearing chicken.
To be continued...