Chapter 457: : You are not worthy of being a man!

"Today, even if you give birth to three heads and six arms, you can't escape death! You hurt my son, I won't break your corpse into pieces, and swear not to be a human being!"
As Wen Xiangxin spoke, a soft sword was already in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed at the ghost hand, boundless murderous, like an invisible net, covering the ghost hand.
"You are not worthy of being a man!"
With a mocking expression on the face, the ghost hand smiled coldly, the true essence in his body was flowing, and his fighting spirit was boiling, and he said loudly: "I will send you to hell, there, go to confess your crimes!"
"Just relying on you, an elementary martial artist of the profound level, want to kill me? Wishful thinking!"
Wen Xiangxin looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.
He didn't want to surrender his status and personally kill the ghosts, but the ghosts abolished his son Wen Shiba and completely angered him. If he didn't kill him, his hatred would be hard to dispel.
"Is it?"
The ghost hand smiled proudly and urged the body's true essence to rotate at a high speed with the "Fraud's Fury Golden Rod Gong" technique, and the whole person's momentum rose steadily, instantly driving away the coercion that Wen Xiangxin exerted on him.
Although Guishou's realm cultivation is far inferior to Wen Xiangxin, the level of his practice is far from Wen Xiangxin's. During the high-speed circulation of the true essence, his fighting intent soars, and he has the potential to overwhelm Wen Xiangxin.
"Heaven-rank cultivation method...you must cultivate the heaven-rank cultivation method..."
Wen Xiangxin looked at Guishou's eyes, revealing a fanatical and greedy light, and muttered.
After he obtained a Heavenly Rank exercise from "Ten Thousand Medicine Valley", although he tried to understand it day and night, the Heavenly Rank exercise was too profound and mysterious for him, and he couldn't do it for a moment.
At this moment, he saw the ghost hand under his own coercion, but his fighting intent rose wildly, and he had the tendency to fight against his own courtesy. From this, it was speculated that the ghost hand cultivation was a heavenly-level cultivation technique, and he had a deeper understanding than himself.
The gap in realm is made up with higher-level exercises, which is also one of the reasons why some warriors have the ability to leapfrog.
If you can subdue the ghost hand and force him to surrender the heavenly-level cultivation method and the cultivation experience, wouldn't it be a shortcut?
"Take your life!"
Wen Xiangxin dashed forward and walked in the snow. After a few steps, the soles of his feet left the ground, and his body turned into a white glow, swept across the air, and at the same time the long sword in his hand flicked. The ghost hand on the past covered the past.
He could see that Guishou is an extremely proud person, and it is not easy to force Guishou to tell the secrets of the Heavenly-Order Cultivation Techniques. He can only be defeated with absolute strength first, making him fearful, and then he has hope to ask. What you want.
The same "Eighteen Swords of Storm and Rain", used by Wen Xiangxin, is far more powerful than Wen XVIII.
When Wen Shiba played the "Eighteen Swords of Storms and Rains", six swords were superimposed and burst out in an instant, while Wen Xiangxin had nine swords on top of each other, and one sword broke out. The strength of the sword was not the same.
Wen Xiangxin was full of confidence that the ghost hand could withstand his son's full blow, but it was difficult to take over his sword.
An ordinary Xuan-level beginner martial artist, faced with Wen Xiangxin's ultimate sword, will be desperate, close his eyes and wait for death, but the ghost hand is fearless.
A raging fighting spirit burned in the chest of the ghost hand, and the right fist, which was already full of metallic true essence, swung forward when the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand was about to pierce his chest.
call--
The fist wind roared, and the true essence vibrated. The speed of the ghost hand's fist seemed to be faster and faster than the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand. It seemed that it was about to break through the sound barrier and made a slight roar.
"You are going to die by yourself!"
The hell-handed fist hit the tip of his sword, which was so arrogant that Wen Xiangxin's eyes were cold.
The soft sword in his hand is made of a special material, which is much more flexible and sharper than ordinary long swords. Not to mention a flesh and blood body, even a thin iron plate can easily penetrate after he is infused with the power of true essence.
Wen Xiangxin looked forward to his sword, and directly broke the fist of the ghost hand through his entire arm.
At the moment when his fist touched the tip of the sword, Wen Xiangxin seemed to see a slight golden glow from the end of the ghost hand's fist, making his eyes blink.
Immediately afterwards, a kind of illusion appeared in front of him-the ghost hand incarnates a Buddha, and the fist blasted by the ghost hand is like a golden Zen stick waved by the Buddha.
The Buddha crossed his eyebrows and angered, hitting directly with his Zen stick, and with the power of a mountain, he slammed on the tip of his sword.
when--
The metal clash sounded, and a force with a strong attacking aura spread along the sword body, like a huge wave sweeping, like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, pouring into Wen Xiangxin's body, shaking his chest with blood and blood.
Wen Xiangxin tried to suppress it, but there was still a ray of blood slowly overflowing at the corner of his mouth.
The two sides fought against each other this time, and Wen Xiangxin was injured by the backlash of the ghost hand.
Wen Xiangxin retreated sharply and landed on the ground, with five fingers in her right hand tightening suddenly, and this was considered to be holding the soft sword in his hand, otherwise the soft sword would have taken off and flew out.
Wen Xiangxin was terribly horrified. He only then understood why the sword flew out and the tiger's mouth would be shattered when his son Wen Shiba and Guishou fought in Jinling that day.
It's not that the strength of the son is too weak, but that the fist of the ghost hand is too strong.
Just now, the power of the ghost hand's fist has far exceeded the limit of strength that a profound-level beginner martial artist can reach.
The color of greed and fanaticism in Wen Xiangxin's eyes became stronger, and he became more and more convinced that the ghost hand must be practicing the sky-level exercises.
Otherwise, relying on the realm of the ghost hand, how could it be possible to have such a powerful combat power? How could it be possible to shake his sharp soft sword with a pair of flesh fists?
The ghost hand standing on the stone pillar was also full of surprise at the moment.
His punch just now resolved Wen Xiangxin's attack, but he didn't take advantage of it.
The "Buddha's Fury Golden Rod Gong" he practiced is a gold-based technique. By practicing this technique, the metal true essence born in the Dantian Qihai is more destructive and destructive than other true essences. At the same time, the physical body will also More powerful than warriors of the same rank.
He thought that his full punch could smash the soft sword in Wen Xiangxin's hand, and Wen Xiangxin vomited blood and flew upside down, but the result disappointed him a bit.
Although the corner of Wen Xiangxin's mouth was bleeding, he did not seem to be seriously injured. On the contrary, his fist was pierced by Wen Xiangxin's soft sword with true essence. Fortunately, he suffered only a slight injury, which would not affect his combat strength.
Guishou’s target of revenge is the three sects of Shaolin, Qingcheng Temple, and Yanyulou, and Yanyulou is one of the relatively weak ones. If even Yanyulou can’t deal with it, how can you ask the other two sects?
Guishou took a deep breath, calmed his some anxiety, and then leaped off the stone pillar and rushed towards Wen Xiangxin quickly.
He decided not to passively defend, but to take the initiative to attack.
There are more than a dozen Xuan-level martial artists in Yanyulou nearby. If they can't kill Wen Xiangxin as soon as possible, if Yanyulou disciples don't follow the rules of the ancient martial world, they will rush up and besieged by themselves.
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