"Give Lao Tzu a death!"

At the moment when he grabbed Wang Yue's neck, the Ghost King couldn't help but be overjoyed, and let out a piercing scream like a night owl from his mouth, and at the same time there was a burst of force in his hand, trying to directly cut off Wang Yue's neck.

However, it was a pity that only hearing a soft "click", the claws of the ghost king grasping Wang Yue's neck did not directly crush Wang Yue's neck as he expected.

At this moment, he only felt that what he was holding in his hand was not like a human neck, but like a stone as hard as iron, no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake it in the slightest.

"How is this possible?!"

The ghost king muttered secretly in his heart, he knew very well how much power he had in this grasp, how could Wang Yue, a little guy who looked like fine skin and tender meat, be unharmed.

Although he was shocked in his heart, the long-fought ghost king knew that now was not the time for him to lose his mind, this kid was really not simple, if one was not good, he would seize the opportunity, and he would probably suffer.

Thinking of this, the ghost king did not hesitate to give up the plan to strangle Wang Yue to death, and instead pulled hard with both hands, and kicked his feet on the ground suddenly, and the whole person suddenly rose into the air with his strength.

"Drink!"

A sharp and piercing roar came out of his mouth, and the huge figure of the ghost king instantly shrank, but in the blink of an eye, he changed from a demon with a height of nearly three meters to a short man of less than one and a half meters, directly shrinking by more than half.

At the same time, the Ghost King, who had leaped up, let go of the left hand that was holding Wang Yue's neck, and his body turned around flexibly in mid-air, and a beautiful roundabout kick kicked towards Wang Yue's head.

This time, the ghost king didn't dare to have the slightest support, he just wanted a quick victory, the more it dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be to him, if he could kill Wang Yue with thunder, maybe he could also deter the group of guys behind him.

At the moment of the move, he ran the yin qi in his body to the extreme, and under the convergence of the yin qi in the whole body, his kick could be described as fast as lightning, like a landslide, and before he kicked Wang Yue, the cold yin wind had already blown Wang Yue's hair flying wildly.

For his own kick, the ghost king is still very confident, if he is kicked, even if it is a thousand catties of boulders, it will be directly turned into crumbs, he doesn't believe that Wang Yue can still resist, even if Wang Yue is really copper and iron bones, he has to be broken by the bones of his kick.

And Wang Yue didn't know if it was because his kick was too fast, he didn't react at all, or he was stupid by his fierce attack, he still maintained the posture just now, looking at himself motionlessly, and even the expression on his face did not change in the slightest.

Seeing that his feet were getting closer and closer to Wang Yue's head, the Ghost King's face couldn't help but show a cruel smile, as if he had seen Wang Yue's head being kicked by himself, and his brains and blood donations were scattered all over the ground.

"This is your own death, you just let you go, you don't leave, then you will never want to leave now!"

The ghost king scolded proudly in his heart, he was even already thinking about what to do with his soul after killing Wang Yue, since Wang Yue was extraordinary, his soul would definitely not be as worthless as ordinary people, it would be a pity if he was left to fend for himself, or devoured directly.

Just as the ghost king's thoughts were flying, he suddenly felt as if his foot had hit something hard, and it was directly blocked, unable to move forward any further, and then, it seemed that something grabbed his foot.

The Ghost King was suddenly stunned, and a bad feeling surged up in his heart for no reason, and he hurriedly withdrew his thoughts and turned his head to look in the direction where he kicked out.

I saw that Wang Yue didn't know when he actually raised his free other hand, and grabbed his foot in his hand in such a lightning flash.

Looking at the relaxed expression on Wang Yue's face, it seemed that the Ghost King's kick had no effect on him at all, and there was no pressure to follow with a hard hand.

"It can't be!"

The ghost king roared in horror in his heart, what kind of monster is this guy, looking at his slender and white hands like a woman, they don't look like they have strength, how can they connect his swords and kicks so easily.

What the Ghost King can be sure of is that Wang Yue definitely didn't use his aura just now, or those Taoist mystical techniques, he really took two tricks from him with his physical body alone.

For human warriors, the ghost king also knows a lot, he himself was a martial artist with good cultivation during his lifetime, and he was only half a step away from stepping into the realm of grandmasters.

Among the many martial artists, in addition to the common martial artists who cultivate internal strength, there are also some martial artists who take the edge of the sword, they do not cultivate internal strength, but focus on tempering the body, and are called horizontal martial artists by outsiders.

Although these horizontal martial artists do not cultivate internal strength, their combat power is not inferior to ordinary martial artists, and there are horizontal martial artists, and they can fight martial arts masters with a physique comparable to steel.

For Heng Lian Dacheng martial artists, all physical attacks are like tickling, and even ordinary pistol bullets pose no threat to them.

If he was facing such an opponent, the Ghost King could understand it in his heart, after all, although he was a ghost, he was suffering from the lack of suitable exercises and supernatural power cultivation.

Therefore, although he can control the Yin Qi, his attack methods are similar to those of a martial artist, but he does not rely on internal force.

In his own opinion, his current cultivation should be at the same level as a martial arts master.

Of course, it doesn't mean that the martial arts master can defeat him, except for the cultivator's spells, the attacks of ordinary people have no effect on a spirit like him, even if he is scattered with one palm, it is just to break up the form he has condensed with yin qi, as long as the yin qi in his body does not disperse, he will not be completely killed.

But the little guy in front of him looks like he has thin skin and tender meat, how can it be those horizontal martial artists, which one of the horizontal martial artists is not a tiger's back and a bear's waist, with knotted muscles, how can there be someone like him, who has no meat on his body.

What's more, he didn't feel the feeling of blood rushing like a big river from Wang Yue, and he didn't even feel a trace of internal strength, it was obvious that this was just an ordinary person, how could he take two tricks from him.

However, Wang Yue didn't give the Ghost King much time to think, and after grabbing the Ghost King's kicking foot, the two fingers that held the tiger head knife flicked lightly, and the half-human-tall big knife suddenly flew backwards, and the back of the knife pointed directly at the Ghost King's forehead.

Seeing this scene, the ghost king couldn't help but be shocked, and the right hand holding the knife hurriedly used force, trying to catch the tiger head knife.

However, before he could exert his strength, a counter-shock force came from the hilt, directly shaking his right hand, which was condensed by Yin Qi, into a wisp of black smoke and floating into the air.

This sudden change frightened the ghost king's face changed greatly, he didn't know what was going on, and he didn't even see how Wang Yue did it, and as a result, his hand was already scattered.

It was also in his stunned kung fu that the tiger-headed broadsword that originally belonged to him lost control, as if it had eyes, and smashed it towards the top of his head with precision, although it was only the back of the knife, but at such a fast speed, he didn't feel that he could be hard.

After analyzing the stakes clearly, the ghost king didn't dare to do anything, and immediately wanted to retreat backwards, and he had already realized at this moment that he had underestimated this young man, and this kid really had some ability.

It's just that it was so easy to dodge Wang Yue's attack, and before the Ghost King could make a move, the tiger-headed broadsword had already appeared in front of him like a black lightning.

"Bang!"

Without the slightest suspense, under the horrified gaze of the ghost king, the back of the knife slashed his forehead, and without even a chance to resist, his whole person was like a knife cutting tofu, and everything was halved by the back of the knife.

Immediately after, the short figure silently turned into two clouds of black gas, floating in mid-air and retreating rapidly.

And after the tiger-headed broadsword killed the ghost king, it did not continue to fly out, but was directly held in Wang Yue's hand.

This knife is not condensed by the ghost king using yin qi, but a real knife with good texture, weighing fifty or sixty catties, if it is not for the strength of the person, it is really impossible to use.

Coincidentally, Wang Yue is also an expert in using knives, and his knowledge of killing enemies is all knife skills, and this ghost king actually dares to use a knife in front of him, which is simply beyond his strength.

Wang Yue held the knife flat in front of his eyes, glanced at the entire blade, looked at the blade that was still flashing cold in the dark, and couldn't help but secretly praise: "It's really a good knife." ”

This knife looks like it has gone through countless years of baptism, and the body of the knife, which should have been as black as ink, is actually glowing with a touch of dark red at this moment, and after getting closer, Wang Yue can even smell a faint smell of blood.

It seems that the number of people who died under this knife is too many to count, otherwise there would not be such a strong smell of blood left on the knife, and it will not go away for so many years.

Flipping the blade of the knife around, Wang Yue saw that there were two large characters engraved on the knife body on the other side, which were the word "Kunwu".

"Oh? Interesting, it seems that this knife still has some origins. ”

Wang Yue smiled with interest and said to himself, he was a scumbag in his last life, and he didn't know anything about history, let alone the so-called famous historical sword.

But this does not prevent him from being able to see the extraordinaryness of this knife, as a senior knife cultivator, whether a knife is good or not, he only needs to look at it to give an accurate evaluation.

And the Kunwu knife in his hand, although it is not as good as those divine weapons in the immortal cultivation world, compared to the meteoric knife in his body, it is even more like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

But this is only based on the fact that this knife is just a mortal thing, and if there is a powerful cultivator refining it, it may not be able to become a divine weapon.