Chapter 18: Ghost

　　 Seeing Zhang Bairen cut with a sword, Yuwen City slashed with a long knife in his hand, but it was not Zhang Bairen that was struck, but the neutral block behind him.
　　 Yuwencheng was sure that he had never seen such a brilliant sword intent, and had never seen such a pure sword intent.
　　 Compared with the previous period, this kid's kendo has improved again, and the improvement is not even a little bit.
　　 "This abnormal" Yuwencheng grumbled, and the movement in his hand was not slow at all.
　　 Yuwen City’s sword is fast, but Zhang Bairen’s sword is faster. It instantly penetrated the throats of the Turkic soldiers behind Yuwen City.
　　 "General, that kid is really amazing. After a while, dozens of people have been beheaded and killed!" Behind the Turkic camp, the Turkic general and the shaman stared at the battlefield.
　　 If Zhang Bairen was here, he would definitely find that this person was the same Turkic monk who did the last time.
"Central Plains is really talented people, outstanding people, if my Turkic can conquer the pass, why not worry!" The general looked at Zhang Bairen's sharp sword and sighed slightly: "If it can't be removed today, for decades Later, I got another enemy outside the customs!"
"Subordinates understand that although this kid is powerful in kendo, his cultivation is too superficial. Please see my methods, general." The shaman took a yellow gourd in his hand. The runes drawn by the dark brown blood on the gourd have dried up, it seems It has existed for a long time.
"The subordinate raised a ghost, which was not of much use. It is also difficult to change the situation in this chaotic army. I didn't expect to prepare for this kid." The shaman sneered, and suddenly opened the gourd lid. The black smoke flew out, was involved in the battlefield in a moment, and disappeared.
　　"General, wait for the good news," the shaman said unhurriedly.
　　 The Turkic general was noncommittal when he heard the words. He looked at the camp of the Sui army with a pair of eyes, and his fighting spirit condensed: "I don't know if I have grown up in Juluo over the years. This general has some itchy hands."
　　 "General, it's not time to fight" the shaman smiled bitterly.
　　 "This general knows, but your ghost seems to be out of control." The general looked at the battlefield with a pair of eyes.
　　 "Huh?" The shaman was taken aback, and quickly looked towards the battlefield, only to see the ghost enter the battlefield, and rush when he saw people. Once he was struck by the ghost, the soldier stayed for a while, his movements were slow, and his head was beheaded by the enemy.
This ghost does not distinguish between enemy and me, whether it is a Turkic person or a soldier of the Sui Dynasty. When the soldiers die, the spirit of the ghost is instantly absorbed by the ghost, and the black mist turned by the ghost is actually stronger. .
The shaman saw his own ghost's actions and almost vomited blood. He took out a black leather whip made of something unknown in his hand, and slammed the gourd in his hand a few times, only to see the ghost in the battlefield make a terrible cry. Called, suddenly rushed towards the Sui Dynasty sergeant.
　　 When a ghost passes by, the wind blows, even if the blood is thrown, it still makes people feel cold and feels chills.
"Turkic people always do things that hurt the nature and reason. This kind of method of raising ghosts will cost you ten years. This sacrifice is really cruel to yourself." In the crowd below Juluo, a man wearing a Taoist robe has slight eyes. Squinted.
　　 "Haunted ghost? The Taoist may have dropped this ghost?" Yu Juluo looked at the Taoist priest.
　　 Taoist smiled bitterly when he heard the words: "The general is embarrassed. This is the battlefield. How can I surrender that ghost?"
Yu Juluo nodded: "But so, there are so many people on the battlefield, the ghosts come and go freely, turning into a breeze, it is really harder to surrender, originally this ghost is nothing, our army The middle general can easily break, but this battlefield is full of people and cunning and can't catch up!"
"The general atones for sins. I am a monk of the right way. I only practice Dafa and do not practice these small techniques, so as not to go astray. I never thought that today I would be stumped by this small technique. If it is normal, I only need a small volume of scripture. , You can refine it, and now..." Looking at the layers of figures in the battlefield, the Taoist priest smiled bitterly: "Poor Dao's body is weak. Entering the battlefield, it must be lacking arms and legs."
　　 "The Daoist chief should not blame himself, it's just a ghost, my military strategist also has a secret technique, but it seems that the Turkic is making a big move, and it is inconvenient to start it now," Yu Chuluo said unhurriedly.
In the Turkic army, watching Zhang Bairen's long sword wielding, people were constantly taking their lives. The general suddenly looked a little ugly again. The priest hurriedly took out his whip, beat the gourd fiercely several times, and sprayed his saliva on the gourd: "If you don't obey the order, the old man will blow you away."
　　 Really angry seeing the sacrifice, the ghost was frightened and rushed towards Zhang Bairen.
　　 At this time, Zhang Bairen was immersed in the artistic conception of the growth of sword intent. In this killing, the comprehension of Zhuxian sword art seemed to be like a divine aid, growing rapidly.
At this moment, a gust of wind came, and the Yuwencheng on one side laughed: "This is that idiot, who dares to take a ghost to play in front of your uncle. Today I will ask you to go or not to return. You two should not worry. , Watch me kill this ghost."
　　 Yuwencheng had a little self-knife casually, and the blood from the wound on his body was wiped on the long knife. Only a sharp scream was heard. The yin wind instantly retreated and penetrated into the body of a Sui army not far away.
　　 "噗嗤"
　　 The Sui Army was taken aback, and the head was chopped off by the Turkic cavalry. After the ghost came out, he was actually as good as before, and his injuries healed instantly.
"This ghost seems a little different from the ordinary ghosts. The ordinary ghosts should have disappeared with my stab." Looking at the fallen soldier of the Sui Army, Yuwencheng's expression was gloomy: "Little Lord, I It has already begun to change the bones, and there is no way to be a ghost. If it is spread out, isn't it going to make people laugh!"
　　 This is a face slap, hit him in the face of Yuwen Chengdu!
Song Laosheng has not yet completed the Yi Jin, Yuwen City has begun to change bones, showing the gap between the two sides, poor culture and rich military is definitely not to say, Song Laosheng is definitely not worse than Yuwen City, otherwise it will not be viewed by Yu Chuluo. In the eyes, take it under the door.
　　 "Yuwen City is beginning to change bones, then his father Yu Wenhua and what realm is it now?" Zhang Bairen was taken aback.
　　 Yu culture and as the beloved general of Emperor Yang of Sui, his martial arts training is definitely not weak.
However, Zhang Bairen is not worried about this. As long as he has enough materials and a famous teacher, it is much easier than martial arts. Zhang Bairen said that before he was fifty years old, he would have nourishment for his body under such poor conditions. Can’t keep up, if there are enough supplies, Zhang Bairen is sure that before Emperor Sui Yang’s death, he should be able to return to the top and become a Yang Shen! However, this sword tactic was too obscure, and Zhang Bairen was afraid that the resources would be enough, and he was stuck on the sword tactic, which was sad.
　　 Yuwencheng's face was gloomy, the long sword in his hand was dancing, and there were bursts of crackling in the air.
　　 Easy bone is not simply exercise bones, but change the quality of bones. It may not be reborn, but it must be changed.
　　 is reborn, showing the importance of the state of renewal, which is the starting point for the gradual transformation from human to inhuman.
"This ghost actually went towards them, but why a mere ghost didn't die under the knife of the CD" Yu Guluo looked at the Taoist priest~EbookFREE.me~ The Taoist priest stared carefully at the battlefield. , Then looked ugly: "It's really a bastard, this Turkic sacrifice has committed a taboo, and the poor Dao must not tolerate him. It is so vicious that it has been tempered by a ghost. This kind of ghost cannot be tempered at all. Once it is tempered, it will be scattered. There will never be a superb end."
　　 "One ghost double practice?" Yu Juluo was taken aback when he heard the words, saying that he didn't understand, he was devoted to martial arts, and Yu Juluo didn't really appreciate the monks, ghosts and gods.
　　 "I talked to the general, but I don't understand, I must cut this shaman in the future." The Taoist priest gritted his teeth with hatred.
　　 "Then how to deal with this ghost?" Yu Juluo said.
　　 "I'm afraid I can't deal with it. Although the CD is very powerful, but I want to kill this ghost, I am afraid it will not be possible!"
　　 in the chaos army
Zhang Bairen seems to have seen the surrounding situation as if he hadn't seen him, and he is still constantly comprehending the sword intent and beheading the soldiers of the Turkic. If anyone watches carefully, he will surely find that the soldiers beheaded by Zhang Bairen must be souls scattered and completely wiped out. In this world.
　　 Zhang Bairen’s kendo sword goes slanting forward, which is not the right way. If it is encountered by those Taoist masters, it must be opened, or it is necessary to lower the demons and eliminate the demons.
　　 "Junior Brother, can you do it! Your sonic boom stabs my eardrums" Song Laosheng rubbed his ears.
　　The warrior does not produce a sonic boom when the shot speed is faster than the speed of sound, but it must be much faster than the speed of sound, at least in the realm of Yi Bone.
　　 Hearing Song Laosheng's words, Yuwen City suddenly looked a little uncomfortable: "What are you in a hurry, you can be a ghost, and you can kill it at any time! You will depend on my means!"
　　 As he spoke, Yuwen City was furious, and once again slashed towards the Yin Feng.