People were heartbroken outside the stadium.

In front of 17 million people, he failed to keep his mouth shut and opened other people's scars dripping with blood.

Hua Changdeng, who was hit by a sword in the arena, was shattered.

The power of fame is too strong!

Coupled with the real damage effect of Mo Jian Shu's Wuyu Weirui Sword, this fragile body of will was killed without ceremony.

Even consciousness will be swept away and extinguished under the effects of prajna non-existence and heavenly abandonment.

But Huachangdeng is still Huachangdeng after all, so when the tide swept over everything and flooded everything, he took the initiative to break the three paths of body, spirit and mind of the body of will here, turning himself into nothing.

"What a sword!"

The world of ghosts and Buddhas was full of soul sounds, but after the wave of swords, a long lantern was lowered in the mist of the nine heavens and ten places, giving such a heartfelt praise.

At this time, whether they were lay spectators from Jinxing, or insiders like Meisi and Yang Xizhi, their faces were full of surprise.

"The Ghost Sword Fairy is not dead?"

The matchmaker no longer dared to pick up the topic Mr. Siren had just talked about.

Just in time, she returned her attention to the battle situation, and as soon as the conversation changed, she handed the steps to the old sword master.

"Ghost transformation..."

Mei Si people murmured.

In the Jinxing scene, countless questions about "What is ghost transformation" suddenly flashed across the screen, and the matchmaker also asked this question.

But seeing Mei Si's expression serious, he held the paper fan tightly and said:

"It's nothing special, just the simplest ghost transformation."

"Just like an ordinary spiritual refiner, when he is about to die, he may choose to self-destruct in order to escape with a ray of residual consciousness and find a glimmer of hope."

"Hua Changdeng is different from us. He majors in the way of the soul. Even his main perspective is the soul body. He really sees the world through the eyes of the soul."

"And the so-called 'ghost transformation' means sacrificing all the power of the body and mind in exchange for a chance for the soul to escape into nothingness."

That is to say...

The matchmaker thought for a long time, but could not find a more tactful word to describe the behavior of the Ghost Sword Fairy, which was similar to the golden cicada's escape from its shell.

Master Shou already looked at it and laughed, and said bluntly:

"on one's last legs?"

So scolding!

Jin Xing commented, and suddenly there was another burst of laughter.

Only if Master Shou has the courage and strength to face the Ghost Sword Immortal, can he still persist in being scolded?

The stone tablet in Zhongyuan Realm trembled.

In the surrounding areas, the earth became corrupted again, and then strands of ghostly energy emerged.

"This is……"

The spectators were so frightened that they retreated and quickly understood what was happening.

It's like Master Shou was able to cleverly borrow the name of the Five Realms and turn it into his own use.

The Ghost Sword Immortal is the Holy Emperor, and the Holy God Continent can be regarded as his back garden. In addition, he can even borrow the power of death from Zhou Tiandao, so why can't he borrow the power of this mere ghost?

"Chi chi chi..."

The ghostly mist made a roaring sound.

Not long after, a pair of soul eyes glowing with a faint cyan light formed in the surrounding sky, which was extremely penetrating.

And high in the sky, the hazy figure of Hua Changdeng slowly reappeared.

Xu Xiaoshou remained unmoved.

Huachang Deng doesn't do much.

He turned into the body of a ghost - although this body could avoid the frontal damage from Chao Qi's sword, in terms of strength, it was no longer comparable to the body of will just now.

"Yes, you are very good, Xiaoshi Tanji..."

If you come back, it's not for revenge.

It is nothing more than proving to others that it is really difficult to kill oneself with a sword from the young man in front of him.

From the very beginning, Hua Changdeng did not intend to entangle with this son. He had a strong heart, and the Holy Emperor's will was lost without regret.

At the very least, we have seen the rise of the younger generation of swordsmen, which is a great thing for the world of ancient sword cultivation.

Hua Changdeng looked approvingly and sighed sincerely:

"The way of name can be better than the thought of sword."

"Following the Eight Masters, your talent in swordsmanship should be said to be the best in this generation. The name of the 'First Sword Immortal' is indeed worthy of the name."

"It's a pity..."

He stared at the stone sword in the young man's hand, and finally lowered his head, looking at his ghost body, smiling and speechless.

Xu Xiaoshou was not discouraged. He seemed to have never heard the disdain in the old man's words. He raised the corners of his lips and said:

"What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that my sword can't kill you, this old man, but you escaped with a bang?" He clapped his hands, as if to encourage the children to successfully rely on their own strength and let out the first fart in their lives.

.

Awesome... This spiritual word made Hua Changdeng confused for a moment whether it was a real mockery or an irony.

He looked over and saw that the young man was pressing the sword in his hand, which was about to move, but it remained motionless:

"It's a sword, it's a sword."

"And you, there is no escape, no avoidance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the spectators in the audience saw that a "chi la" sound suddenly sounded from Hua Chang Deng's ghost body.

Overlapping sword lights tore apart his ghostly body everywhere.

The sword light came from nowhere, but its destination was very clear. After tearing apart its ghostly body, it flowed into one place.

In the end, it turned into...

"water?"

No!

Not water!

It’s a “name” that’s as good as water!

The power of a name is like a tarsal maggot.

Even if Hua Changdeng abandons his body and mind and escapes into the soul state he is most familiar with, the sword light created by his name and the damage caused by his slashing are still behind him.

"this……"

The body of the ghost spirit cracked open.

Hua Changdeng felt pain all over his body as if he had been tortured by Ling Chi.

The power of the name caused the water to wrap around him, cutting him slowly like a dull knife, almost causing him to cry out in pain.

"How is this possible?"

Hua Changdeng was shocked.

What surprised him was not that this boy was so powerful.

But he could see a somewhat familiar smell from the name power of this tarsal bone, a bit like his own...

Sword Demon means ghost?

"Did you see it?"

Xu Xiaoshou held the sword, walked forward, and said with a chuckle: "I have been cultivating my name for half a year, but I have not fallen behind in the development of other aspects of ancient swordsmanship..."

As he spoke, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked at the Meisi people standing on the hill behind him.

"He's looking at me?"

The matchmaker's heartbeat quickened for a moment.

She pressed her slightly rising chest and used Jinxing to give Master Shou a massage.

——It’s not just the matchmaker who gets the benefits, all the brothers have to eat something good.

"bad thing!"

Mei Siren was alone, and her heart skipped a beat just by looking at this kid.

What does it mean when you hit you and suddenly turned your head?
To be continued...