The sword is the devil

Chapter 107 The Tombs of the Underworld 3 【Please ask for a monthly ticket for a subscription】

There are more and more ghosts, and they start to gather together.

The pressure on the three of them was also increasing, the battle began to heat up, and ghosts began to come from all directions, no longer hesitated, and began to fall into a collective mental excitement. The monks described this situation as a spiritual storm.

For monks like them who are good at fighting, ordinary ghosts are not a big threat, and the next level of ghosts and ghosts are difficult to grasp, so letting low-level ghosts form a mental storm is the best test The means, even in this situation, Xiang Zhiwen can still protect the two of them to leave, what depends on their resilience in the siege of ghosts.

The palms of the hands and the backs of the hands are all flesh, and they are both brothers. If the two of them can't show enough strength, then neither of them can stay in Ximeng Mountain to investigate the truth. He would rather give up this clue.

Swinging the big sword, layers of sword shadows appeared in front of him. His superb swordsmanship and profound skills could still ensure that there was a copper wall in front of him to prevent the ghosts from approaching at all. Taking this opportunity, he could also Take the opportunity to see how the two junior brothers reacted to the frantic pounce of ghosts of this level.

Still two very different ways!

Dou Gong's flaming sword began to glow red as the density of ghosts pounced on him increased, as if he was waving a torch. Dou Gong's expression became excited in the torch. The natural reaction when encountering a strong enemy suddenly!
He didn't back down, instead he fought fiercely, suppressing the momentum of the swarming ghosts with a long sword of fire. Judging from this result, Dou Gong has the most profound spiritual power in his dantian and the use of fire. have reached a very high level.

The only problem is that this kind of hearty fighting can't last for too long, even if Xiang Zhiwen fights like this, he may not be able to last for two hours, let alone Dou Gong who is lower than his level.

Of course, don’t worry too much, souls and ghosts also live in nests. There is one nest in the grave on this hill, and another nest in that hill, and they are not inseparable. When the ghost killing reaches a certain level, they will run out of strength and retreat in spite of difficulties.

Ghosts also have the simplest consciousness. They may not know to be afraid, but they can instinctively sense danger. When the mental storm passes, they will naturally not be so crazy again.

Waiting is another way, simple, fast, calm, deadly... It is always a prick, even if surrounded by ghosts, it will not waste a little effort;

He was always retreating, retreating from left to right, then from front to back, and then suddenly made an unreasonable advance, and returned to the original position, and remained motionless after retreating for a long time.

The contact with the ghost made the bystanders worry about him, because he was almost injured, but time passed, half an hour, an hour, a little bit or a little bit, the ghosts seemed to never have a chance Break through this last bit of distance.

When danger becomes the norm and becomes the rhythm, it naturally becomes an art of dancing on the tip of the knife. When you dance, you feel that this kind of sword dance is also very pleasing to the eye, a dance with death.

In this way of fighting, the endurance is self-evident.

Xiang Zhiwen was puzzled, how did such swordsmanship come about?Even if they can't do these parades in the shadows and dangers all day long, how did this young man do it?
Either it is the refinement of countless battles, or the incomparable swordsmanship talent, he believes it is the latter.

In fact, after one or two hours of fighting, the superiority and inferiority have been divided, and there is no need to persist until tomorrow's daylight, but once the promise is made, one cannot go back on the halfway point, otherwise there is no way for Dou Gong to confess.

Two hours later, the attacks of the ghosts began to weaken. Although there are still many ghosts who are still persevering, the density has been greatly reduced. They know that these few human beings are not delicious, so after going crazy, It's just a normal mental ebb.

This is why Xiang Zhiwen dared to stay here!He is well aware of the characteristics of these ghosts. Like human beings, any mental arousal has a time limit and cannot last forever; after human beings are aroused, they will be extremely disappointed and exhausted physically and mentally; They can burn themselves to death!

Dou Gong quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had been to this place once, he had only tasted it, but he had never been so crazy; he couldn't back down, especially in front of the new junior brother, he could only grit his teeth and hold on, but he knew If this kind of attack intensity comes again for another hour, he doesn't know what will happen to others, but he himself will collapse.

Any weak, once an absolute superiority in numbers is formed, is still a deadly threat.

After the attack strength of the ghosts weakened, he finally had time to glance back. The killing of Xiang Zhiwen represented on the soul banner was still far ahead. Among the disciples of Yinling Quanzhen, no one can compare.

Next was him, a little more than Hou Tiao, fortunately, he did not lose face of his senior brother.

The attacks of the ghosts became weaker and weaker, and finally stopped completely after fighting for three hours. They began to turn a blind eye to these humans, avoiding them from a distance, and no longer came up to provoke them.

It is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong, and these ghosts were once human, so of course they cannot escape this nature.

The big picture is settled.The results are arranged according to the state, not bad at all.

No one spoke, they just exercised their energy silently and waited for the dawn.

The stars began to drill out of the clouds. After the heavy rain, it must be a sunny day.

When the three of them had almost recovered, Xiang Zhiwen pointed to the faint silhouette of Ximeng Mountain in the dark night,
"Ximeng Mountain is not too big. If you go in during the day, you can still get out before nightfall, as long as you don't go too deep.

In dealing with ghosts, besides fighting, there are actually many other subsidy methods, such as my soul flag, which can cover the breath of human beings.

No one knows whether the beeswax is here, I think it is unlikely; we are just looking for proof, not necessarily to catch it.

In case you find something, crush the Blue Bird Talisman and don't make your own claims. "

Seeing that both of them were silent, Xiang Zhi asked with a smile, "This is only the outer area of ​​the tombs of the Ximengshan Yin Mansion, and it was already in this state when there was a mental storm. If you enter the center, you can probably have an inference.

I still say the same thing, when a person dies, there is nothing left! "

In the sky, there was a faint trace of white belly, and it was almost dawn, and he had already made up his mind.

"Gong Dou, I still have a very important task for you to do, and you are familiar with Yinling, so you are the best choice.

Let's wait for the investigation here, and it will be limited to March, regardless of the result; if there is any change, I will notify you separately. "

(End of this chapter)