Chapter 1064 (2/2)

”No, it's a ghost road.” Wang Chun shook his head and said.

”Ghost way? Is he a ghost repair?” Lu Chen lost his voice.

”Yes, Nie Changkong is a natural ghost spirit.” Wang Chun nodded.

”Ghost body?” Lu Chen was surprised when he heard the speech. He suddenly realized that the ghost spirit body is a natural ghost cultivation. It would be a waste if he didn't follow the ghost way.

However, Lu Chen was surprised that Nie Changkong was a ghost.

This made him more interested in Nie Changkong.

And there was a sob on Nie Changkong, as if the ghost was crying. The human ghost Qi condensed and appeared, and hit the wind like a ghost soldier.

”Insect carving skill!”

The wind didn't turn into a cold smile, suddenly took a hand, and a palm fell. The palm force was thick, covering a space and shrouded by silver light. There were signs of stagnation in the space. The human ghost gas rushed in one by one was directly smashed.

Moreover, the hands of the wind did not stop at all, such as silver lightning, and went straight to Nie Changkong's face door.

While attacking, he said, ”Nie Changkong, you and I know both sides' skills very well, so let's use the real moves in our hands.”

”Good!”

Nie Changkong's face was like water, his eyes were like ancient wells without waves, his scattered hair flew, and endless ghost gas swept out of his palm and condensed into a long black knife.

The whole body of this Sabre is dark. There are many ghost patterns on the blade, like faces. When you look closely, it makes people's scalp numb. The handle is a black bone, and there is a skeleton the size of a fist at the top. It looks terrible.

”Is this a top-grade artifact?” Lu Chen exclaimed.

”This Dao is called ghost King Dao. Nie Changkong got it from an ancient ghost repair tomb. It's extremely powerful. There are few ghosts in the heaven and God realm who died under his sword.” Wang Chun said.

”With such a sharp weapon, ordinary practitioners in the realm of heaven and God will fall directly down on the weapon.” Lu Chen sighed softly. He was a little depressed when he thought that his weapons were only middle-grade artifacts.

”This is indeed true.” Wang Chun nodded, but his voice changed. ”However, using the top-grade artifact requires a lot of magic power, at least twice as much as the middle-grade artifact. Therefore, even Nie Changkong rarely uses this knife.”

”If he didn't fight against Feng Buhua, I'm afraid he wouldn't take out this knife so soon.” Zhang lie echoed.

”Yes.” Lu Chen nodded. The wind is too strong. If you are yourself, you must go all out.

Looking at the battle platform, Nie Changkong rushed to the wind with the ghost King's knife. The endless ghost Qi followed, evolved into black knife Qi, and cut him face to face.

But the wind did not change, but it was very calm. As soon as he clapped his hands on his body, the crackling sound immediately came out of his body, and then he saw his body blooming with divine light, infinitely increasing, and the whole body blooming with glow, just like the son of God, emitting strong power.

”It's an invincible imperial body. It's an intermediate divine skill. The wind doesn't change. It has been cultivated to a state of great success.” Wang Chun said.

”Very strong.” Lu Chen nodded.

It looks tall and dignified and has an ancient atmosphere. It seems that ancient emperors came to dominate mountains and rivers. With a sudden grasp of both hands, the sword Qi condensed by ghost Qi immediately collapsed.

Then, he rushed to Nie Changkong like a broken bamboo and waved his fists. He was as powerful as a mountain and fought against the ghost King knife in Nie Changkong's empty hand.

It can be said that Feng Buhua's fist is his best weapon. Even if it can't be compared with the top-grade artifact ghost king sword, it can also be compared with the middle-grade artifact.

What's more, Nie Changkong can't inspire all the power of the ghost king sword.

But at this time, Nie Changkong's body also changed and increased. He was on a par with the wind. He was full of ghost Qi. He was really like a ghost king.

The ghost Qi collided with the divine light and hissed. The ghost patterns and silver patterns all over the sky were ruthlessly torn and hit Nie Changkong and Feng Buhua, sending a loud noise.

Nie Changkong's face was cold, his eyes were dark, and he risked ghost gas, like a cold abyss. He made ghost gas pupil light, then moved his hands, hit the sky, and then fell down.

The monstrous ghost spirit swept through, and countless sobs came out, as if thousands of ghosts were out of the abyss and demons were dancing in disorder. Nie Changkong was in favor of them and waved the ghost King knife, just like the king of ghosts.

Then, his right hand was held high and grabbed at fengbuhua. He shouted, ”cover the sky ghost hand!”

”Have you finally started to use your cards? Really empty gold yuan cut and kill!”

The wind is not flustered, the corners of the mouth arouse a trace of coldness, the hands move, open and close, the golden light rolls disorderly, turns into a blade, tears it out and cuts the vacuum.

In an instant, the ghost hand that covered the sky struck with the golden light blade with a loud bang, and countless ghost Qi and golden light rushed out.

A loud noise came out. The two fought each other, emitting a terrible smell, which was frightening. Most of the external disciples of the top ten forces turned pale when they met.

Is this the strength of the top Tianjiao?

Lu Chen also sighed when he saw it.

The wind is not strong, and Nie Changkong is also strong. They use their powerful magic skills and are close to each other. In a short time, it's really difficult to tell who loses and who wins?

After a while, Feng Buhua and Feng Buhua showed their powerful magic skills again. Obviously, they won't let the war get into a deadlock, which is not good for each other.

”Huangdao Zhenyuan skill!”

Feng Buhua's eyes burst into yellow light, as bright as gemstones, which captured people's hearts and souls. It was frightening. As soon as countless runes flew out, they gathered in his hands.

A strong breath emanated from his body, and golden light symbols condensed together to form a huge golden light ball.

Among them, there is also a virtual shadow of the emperor, which looks high and makes people feel like worshiping.

”Go!”

Feng Buhua stared at Nie Changkong wrapped by ghost gas, spit out a word coldly, and then hit out the huge golden light ball. Suddenly, there was a roaring sound in the void, like the sun and moon falling to the ground, which was very terrible.

”Heaven and ghost, kill!”

But Nie Changkong's face remained unchanged, his eyes were still cold, and a dark shadow flickered from his eyes. As soon as his hands were printed, bursts of sad roars came out. The timid had to be scared to cry.