Chapter 1802 (1/2)

Boom!

He is worthy of being the master of the second level ghost king and human beings in the middle of the Mahayana period. With one blow, the two of them burst out, and the strong breath kept pouring out. In the early days of Mahayana and the first-order ghost King were forced to retreat in an instant, and those monks and ghost practitioners in the combined period were forced to retreat further, especially some ghost envoys with lower accomplishments were overthrown by this powerful breath.

One person, one ghost and one strike apart, and the Ming and Luo ghost king just retreated, but Chang Huan Zi was forced to retreat by powerful forces. Moreover, Chang Huan Zi retreated far away than the Ming and Luo ghost king. In such a contrast, the strength of one person, one ghost, was superior to that of the Ming and Luo ghost king.

”The strength of the ghost king is so strong. Although he and I are different from ghosts, they are in the same realm, but their strength is far different. I'm afraid they are no weaker than the later masters of Mahayana!” Chang Huan Zi kept his figure steady, and he was shocked.

I don't know if I don't make a move. As soon as I make a move, I quickly understand the strength of both sides.

”Human friars, that's all!” And Ming Luo ghost king is very indifferent, it seems that all this is expected, his words are full of disdain.

”Rampant!” Chang Huan Zi was very angry in his heart, which was an insult to the human friars!

However, he knew that the ghost king was not simple and his strength could not be underestimated, so although he was angry in his heart, he did not dare to belittle the enemy. The aura in the body flows quickly, and all of them gather on their own swords.

The second form of Wuji Chunyang sword formula: cutting the sky with sword!

At that time, the whole sky was full of ups and downs, and the aura came like a tide, and also gathered on changhuanzi's sword.

”Chop!” Chang Huan Zi stepped out, as if he had trampled the whole sky under his feet, and the whole person was above the sky.

With a sword, heaven and earth change color. It seems that the sky is cut by him under the sword! For a moment, the ghosts were crying and the wolves were howling, and the faces of the people around them changed greatly. All of them ran towards the distance, as if they were going to be cut by Chang Huan Zi.

”How dare you compete with Haoyue! The hand that covers the sky Ming Luo ghost King sneered, and his whole body was covered with a thick dead air. Suddenly, he clapped his hand, and a huge hand stretched out to the sky, as if to hold the sky in his hand.

However, the huge black palm didn't really want to pinch the sky down, but grabbed the golden sword that Chang Huanzi wanted to cut down the sky.

All human friars and ghost practitioners are very nervous when they see this scene. Such a powerful force can only be exerted by the medium Mahayana and the second level ghost king.

It's close! It's close! This giant palm and that giant sword are fast approaching!

Everyone seems to forget their breath, even the human friars and ghost practitioners around them forget their opponents. All of them look up at this scene.

Boom!

I saw that this giant palm actually seized the golden sword, and the sky made a loud noise. People only felt that the sky was dark and the earth was shaking. Was it that the sky was going to collapse?

Everyone was terrified, and even some timid Guixiu began to run away.

In the sky, Chang Huan Zi was surprised. The strength of the ghost king was really great. Although he didn't dare to say that he could really cut down the sky with his sword power, his power was not easy for the same level of experts to follow.

But the ghost king seized the sword with one hand, and looking at his face, this guy seems to have more power!

At this time, the golden sword couldn't be cut down, and it was always held by the black sword. However, Chang Huan Zi didn't give up. The yuan force in his body was constantly released, and the huge sword began to press down slowly.

”Well! This kind of power is just like a teacher in front of the king! ” Ming Luo sneered, and the air of death poured into the black giant palm again.

Click, click!