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The Ghost King's attack that was filled with overwhelming resentment was neutralized by Chen Jin in an understatement. He tried his best but failed to succeed, which completely angered the Netherworld Overlord.
It let out a soul-rending scream, and the hundred-foot-long ghost-headed giant blade was raised again, carrying more filthy black energy than before, and with the power of tearing apart mountains, it struck down crazily in the direction of Chen Jin and Bai Suzhen!
One sword! Two swords! Three swords!
The Ghost King looked like he was going crazy, and in the blink of an eye, the dark swords were like a torrential downpour, slashing down continuously, making dozens of knives!
Every cut is enough to make rivers flow backwards and mountains collapse.
However, Chen Jin remains rock solid.
His figure moved and changed from square to inch, and the clear and turbid air circulated continuously.
No matter how fierce and domineering your sword is, it will always fall like a mud cow into the sea.
Chen Jin is like the mainstay in the stormy waves. Although his face is slightly pale, his breath is not disturbed at all.
As the saying goes, if you make great efforts at one time, you will be exhausted again and again.
The first sword struck by the Ghost King was the most powerful, and the dozens of swords that followed, in Chen Jin's opinion, were a bit like incompetent rage, neither painful nor itchy.
In terms of attack methods, he may still be lacking, but in terms of just this defensive ability, he is proud of himself!
It is precisely with the protection of Chen Jin, which can be called an absolute defense, that Bai Suzhen gained a precious respite and was able to fully activate his magical powers without any distractions.
She pressed her fingers to her temples and pushed with all her strength, her mouth Samadhi True Fire became more and more urgent and powerful, and the fire suddenly increased by three points!
The three-color flame climbed up the tide and turned into a sea of burning fire that swept everything, swallowing the filthy Ghost King Tide in reverse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Tsk tsk tsk--!"
The Ghost King was in the middle of the sea of fire. Although he temporarily resisted with his profound ghost power, the power of Tao Fire that burned the soul and burned away the evil still made him roar in pain. The majestic Yin evil that had been condensed for many years actually evaporated and dissipated visibly like residual snow meeting the scorching sun.
It finally had the intention to retreat, and with a feint of its own, the huge ghost shadow tried to escape into the thick ghost mist behind it.
"Come when you want, leave when you want? I'm afraid it's not that easy!"
Chen Jin snorted coldly, and he who had been on the defensive finally took the initiative.
He fluttered his arms, his fingers changed, and he shouted in a low voice, "Wind Arrests, Rain Captures!"
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the river, but it was not an ordinary wind. The wind was like an invisible hand, entangling and binding;
The rain falling in the sky is like silk, but it is not ordinary rain. The rain is like thousands of chains, dense and tough.
What's even better is that Bai Suzhen understood it and twirled it lightly with his bare hands, and the Samadhi True Fire actually spread along the raindrops in the sky.
The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind. Every trace of wind and rain becomes the lead of the flame. The green flames rush along the rain curtain, the rose fire jumps among the raindrops, and the blue flame rushes along the water flow.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of raindrops turned into burning veins, weaving between heaven and earth into a fire net covering the four fields, completely blocking all the ghost king's escape routes.
The raindrops wrapped around Samadhi True Fire quickly gathered together, forming a three-color fire lotus with flowing flames above the river.
But Yellow Court Flame surged into leaves, Crimson Palace Fire flowed into petals, Mud Pellet Blaze condensed into stamens, and then the lotus petals closed one after another. The ghost king was like a flying insect trapped in amber, darting left and right inside the lotus bud, casting a twisted black shadow on the gradually closing flame wall.
Every impact of the Ghost King caused ripples on the flame wall, and at the same time, his twisted figure became more and more fragmented.
Seeing that the ghost king who was wreaking havoc on Qiantang was about to be killed in this cage of wind, fire and rain, sudden changes occurred!
"Wha--!"
An ancient sword, the blade of which was as dark red as soaked in blood, entwined with endless evil aura from the battlefield, flew diagonally from the sky, its speed was so fast that it seemed like it was teleporting!
But I saw that the sword was three feet and six inches long, and its body was dark red like coagulated blood, as if it had been repeatedly dipped in the blood of countless heroes.
The naturally formed water lines on the sword's spine look like tear stains under the dim light. They are exactly the sword of Liangshan Marsh's master Song Jiang - Kunwu Sword.
"Qiang!"
There was just a sharp sound like cracking silk, and the fierce sword named "Kun Tho" actually tore off a corner of the three-color fire lotus. With a roll of sword light, the trapped ghost king was taken away, and it immediately turned into a bloody rainbow and fled into the distance.
At the same time, the thick ink-like dark clouds in the sky surged violently, and quickly gathered into a huge human face - eyes like red phoenixes, eyebrows like lying silkworms, a strange appearance, not angry and self-powerful.
Wu Song stared at that giant face, the tiger eyes burst with light, and the blood all over his body surged involuntarily, and the sound was like a loud bell, shaking the surrounding areas:
"Song Jiang! Long time no see!"
When the giant face with dark clouds heard the words, the corners of its mouth moved slightly, as if sighing, and a loud and deep voice came:
"Wu Song brother, I haven't seen you for many years, and you don't even want to call me "brother". It really... makes me feel chilled."
Before he finished speaking, he saw the dark cloud giant bowing his head and bending over, and the head condensed by the thick clouds was slowly hanging down.
The rolling ink clouds then pressed down, the sky suddenly darkened, and the suffocating power enveloped the surrounding areas like a real thing, and the gravel of the entire embankment actually began to tremble slightly.
However, after this sentence, Song Jiang stopped paying more attention to Wu Song.
In the eyes of heroes like him, even if he was a hero who fought tigers in Jingyang Ridge back then, without his arms he would be like an eagle with broken wings, unable to fly high again.
What Song Jiang values more now is the fresh power that can be used by him, for example...
Those phoenix eyes were locked on Chen Jin and Bai Suzhen:
"I did underestimate you.
The two of them have different responsibilities and extraordinary powers. They are indeed good materials and jade that are hard to find in troubled times.
The most elusive pearl in my life, I would like to give you an opportunity today to join me, City of Wrongful Death, and use this body to help me achieve great things.
I will put all past grievances in the past.
How?"
Chen Jin hasn't replied yet.
"Boom--"
A distant, peaceful bell ringing came from the direction of Six Harmonies Temple, breaking the stagnant gloom.
Immediately afterwards, as if in response to the ringing of the bell, temples and Daoist temples within Qiantang County, and even further away, lit up with golden light and clear brilliance.
These rays of light were like beans at first, then they skyrocketed, soared into the sky, intertwined and connected in series in the high sky, turning into a huge golden barrier inscribed with Sanskrit Daoism.
This barrier spreads softly but firmly, like a warm tide. Wherever it passes, the dark wind recedes and the ghost energy melts, moving firmly towards the Qiantang River and covering the remaining Ghost King Tide.
Song Jiang squinted his red phoenix eyes and took a deep look at the ever-expanding golden barrier and the many solemn Dharma images vaguely visible behind the barrier.
His grand voice sounded again, but it was less oppressive and more meaningful:
"That's alright. I'll give my master some face today."
His eyes swept over Chen Jin and Bai Suzhen again:
"As I just said, you two can think about it slowly.
I hope that next time we meet, I can have a good relationship with you two..."
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