C12 Ghost Possession

"What a strong evil aura!" Ling Jun also took out his sword. It was obvious that the person in front of him could challenge someone stronger than him. What level higher could he be?

The youth saw that Ling Jun had revealed an ordinary sword so his eyes slightly trembled. His right hand sank and the sword immediately became ice-cold.

Multiple Elemental Dharma. Most powerful of all was wood! In other words, the battle would take place within the barrier. This integration of spirit is good.

A sword with the intent of ice and snow came piercing through the air. The Spirit Sword was held horizontally in front of his chest, and the body of the sword slashed upwards.

Peng, chi. The two swords clashed. Both of them exerted force on each other, and sparks flew from the swords that stuck to each other.

Zheng. From the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, they instantly grinded against each other. Seven slits appeared on each side of the two swords as they crossed each other.

Bang! The two of them simultaneously retreated one Zhang. He turned the sword and stabbed again. The young man took the heart and stabbed the young man's arm with his spirit. When the sword tip was a meter apart, the two would simultaneously change their direction of attack. They all chose to attack each other's necks.

Zheng, the tip of the sword clashed. Sparks flashed as the two swords once again clashed. Bang, kacha. Both swords broke at the same time. Ling Jun's left hand wavered as his index and middle fingers gripped the young man's broken sword. His body leaned forward as he wielded the broken sword to attack the young man's lower abdomen.

The youth's feet stomped on the ground, and his body tumbled through the air. The sword in his right hand and the tip of the sword in his left hand drew a circular arc as they slanted down to attack the back of Ling Jun's waist.

Ling Jun raised his left foot and blocked with his right hand.

Bang, bang. His left leg kicked his opponent's right hand, and the broken sword in his right hand blocked the tip of his opponent's sword.

The young man borrowed the force of the impact to fly, retreating 30 feet. When he landed, his spiritual sword was already like a gust of wind, rapidly spinning in the sea breeze. His advantage lay in the fact that as long as he could perform sword arts, he would be able to do as he pleased.

The youth was not ambiguous. He waved his hands, and a circular Qi barrier appeared in front of him. The Qi barrier continued to expand. One wave, two waves …

Thousand Waves of the Heaven Wind.

Ling Jun then grabbed the broken sword with his left hand and raised it into the air. The broken sword then flew straight towards the young man. He was using his famous ultimate skill, the Hundred Steps Flying Sword. "Although this is an ordinary move, in the Sword Saint's eyes, any technique is not ordinary at all." Now would be the time to expose our master, right? "

Suddenly, the black aura behind the young man surged and a black shadow of the Illusory City enveloped him.

Phantom skill, Possession of the Ghost! Ghost Domain Soul Art.

The black shadow wrapped around the young man and continued to transform into his human form.

Boom! The sword wind of Ling Jun clashed with the Thousand Layered Waves of his opponent, and the strong wind attacked back at the two of them.

The young man, who had already turned into a black shadow, suddenly stretched his arm and grabbed Ling Jun's flying sword.

Thump, thump, thump. The young man consecutively retreated ten steps back before regaining his balance. As soon as he regained his balance, he leaned forward and his possessed soul flew towards Ling Jun. At the same time, he followed behind Shadow. He placed his left hand flat on his chest and muttered something.

"Devouring Spirit, you want to see my master?" Peng, Ling Du placed both of her hands together, bent her fingers, and suddenly pulled out a long sword. As she spread out her hands, a sword light flashed, enveloping her entire body. Sword kinesis cultivation technique, sword shield.

This sword and shield were originally meant to be used with the sword, but Spirit had already seen it performed with bare hands. If it was used in combination with the Imperial True Force Shield, the might of the explosion would be even greater. He didn't want to expose too much.

The ghost swallowed the sword and the shield along with the spirit. "Clap!" The youth raised his left hand and struck down. Spirit Confinement. "

Pop! A stream of power was sent into the black shadow. The young man, who was squatting on the ground with his left hand, was sweating profusely. His left hand unconsciously moved towards the stage. He had used three Phantom Skills, but he still couldn't test the other party's strength?

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly flew back ten zhang. Releasing flames, he wrapped himself in it.

Boom! With a flash of white light, the black shadow was blown apart by the sword shield. Boom! Boom! Boom! The blast constantly struck the youth's fire barrier.

Crack! The thick tree behind him snapped into several pieces. Bang! Bang! Bang! The trees that had been cut in half fell to the ground.

Puff! The youth spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Ling Jun. Sword Defense Explosion had such power?

As the flames dissipated, the young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and a trace of blood appeared in the corner of his eyes. His right hand quickly drew the word "human" in the air. The enemy was prepared to risk his life.

"Boom!" A wall of true energy trapped the two five Zhang away from each other. The youth shouted as the blood he spat grew longer. Blood sacrificed itself – the evil spirit had descended.

"What is your cultivation level?" Just learn forbidden techniques, no wonder you were being hunted. " What should he do? Shua, shua, shua. Ling Jun's right hand flashed with an unimaginable speed, and before two breaths of time, he had completed the twenty-four forms of the Windflow Sword Technique.

With a whoosh, the sword Qi shot towards the youth like an explosion.

Boom … The evil spirit and the sword qi clashed, and a black shadow broke between the two. Both of them were sent flying by the shockwave.

Even Zhu Yue, who was over a thousand zhang away, had no choice but to use his Phantom Shadow to dodge the incoming airwave. Sasha, countless leaves floating above her head.

Bang, bang, the two combatants fell to the ground at the same time, each vomiting blood, unable to stand.

In a split-second, a cold wind blew, and the Spirit Cultivator instinctively sensed the presence of an expert. As he stood up, the young man also stood up. The two of them looked in the same direction.

"An old man came into their line of sight with a staff in his hand." A Ghost Domain Genius and a Sword Cultivator Saint Hand. This old man is truly blessed today. " The old man grinned and said, "You guys continue."

He had received the word 'strange', but his opponent was actually 'saint'! The young man said coldly, "The use of the word 'Sheng' is too reckless." The sword in his hand moved, but he did not move.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Soul Race's swordsmanship. He could use his soul to control the sword, and with the Soul Sword, he could use his primordial spirit to transform the sword. If he had been a saint, he could have turned into a sword at the same time, powerful enough to pierce the heavens.

Wah pu, Spirit Master was ambushed by a soul attack, and he was sent flying backwards. At this moment, the youth's sword was already in front of his eyes.

"Stop, I'll return the jade bottle to you." The sound of wind breaking sounded in his ears. Zhu Yue had already pulled out her spiritual energy out of the attacking range of the Soul Sword.

Pah, the young man caught the jade bottle that Zhu Yue threw to the elder.

Pfft! Zhu Yue spat out a mouthful of blood and held her chest with her hand, frowning as she endured the pain. She had been injured by the sword qi.

The youth caught the jade bottle, but did not turn around to leave like the first time. Instead, he released an even more powerful, vicious aura.

Zhu Yue pointed at the youth and said, "I've already returned the jade bottle to you, what else do you want?"

"The battle is no longer about the jade bottle." The youth's aura continued to soar. This wasn't a ghost skill, but a soul skill. Using ghost techniques as leverage, soul techniques could unleash the power of his soul. It maximizes your potential. It was the trump card of every member of the Soul Race. It was the Dark Soul, but this time it was the Bright Soul.

Zhu Yue shouted, "It's useless for you to explode again. He hasn't even used his full strength yet. Otherwise, you would have died long ago." Damn it, you don't know what's good for you. He deserved to die.

Ling Jun smacked his forehead. Are you here to help me? Do you think the battle isn't enough to make me cough up blood? There's someone standing next to us that can kill us in an instant. You still dare to fight with your life on the line?

These words were too shocking. What did he mean by 'haven't made a move yet'? The young man's tightly shut lips were already bitten and bleeding.

Hu. The young man spread his legs and three swords appeared before him. Whoosh … The longsword and the man charged towards Ling Jun together.

"Flee!" Ling Jun shouted in a low voice and instructed Zhu Yue to escape.

Zhu Yue, on the other hand, stood on the same spot with an evil smile on her face. I'm waiting to see if you can save me.

Ling Jun's hands sank as he leapt into the air. He glanced at the old man, "Are you really here to watch a show?" His right hand slashed out a streak of sword-light, chopping directly towards his youth.