Sacred Martial Divine Sovereign

The Ghost Claw's cold killing intent shot out like a bolt of lightning, shocking everyone who saw it.    

"I was waiting for you!"    

Just as everyone was worried about Ji Luofeng's safety, a confident roar sounded from the corner of his mouth. The feather fan in his hand spun rapidly on his fingertip like a wheel of fire. The surging Yuan Qi on his body suddenly soared. An even stronger Qi surged out from his body.    

"How is this possible?"    

Sensing the powerful aura rushing towards him, Yin Musheng's eyes flashed with intense fear. As for the Flying Dragon Boat and the others, all of them revealed expressions of excitement and ecstasy.    

He had broken through. At this critical moment of life and death, Ji Luofeng had actually broken through and entered the Martial Sect Middle Period from the Martial Sect Early Period.    

"Die!"    

Staring at the Ghost Claw that was flying towards him, Ji Luofeng's eyes widened in anger. Boundless Yuan Qi surged out from his Dantian like a torrent, causing the wind fan on his fingertip, which was more powerful than the Wind Fire Wheel, to become even stronger.    

Instantly, a violent storm that contained a monstrous might was born.    

A five meter wide bleak storm rushed forward at an astonishing speed, instantly sweeping the strange and shooting Ghost Claw into the storm, tearing apart the surging Yin Energy.    

In an instant, the Yin Energy on the chessboard dissipated one after another when faced with the attack of the violent wind. The so-called Ghost Manor of Yin Cao was also formless and invisible. Only the hurricane existed.    

"No!"    

Staring at the storm that was rushing over, the Yin Wood Growing Eye revealed a terrifying expression. Its first reaction was to escape.    

Without even thinking, Yin Musheng immediately rushed out from the chessboard and rushed towards the Ghost Ship.    

Even if the place he lived in was like the Underworld, it didn't mean that he liked it, nor did it mean that he wasn't afraid of death!    

"What a pity!"    

Seeing the Yinmu Sheng fleeing towards the Ghost Ship under the storm, a trace of pity flashed across Ji Luofeng's heart. If he could kill him, it would definitely encourage the atmosphere in Essence Sword Sect.    

However, even so, the effect of killing him and forcing him to flee was not bad!    

"Ah!"    

Right at this moment, a miserable cry sounded out from the Ghost Ship, drawing Ji Luofeng and everyone else on the Flying Dragon Boat over.    

Looking at the Ghost Ship, everyone's faces were filled with shock.    

He was dead. The Yinmu that had escaped back to the Ghost Ship was dead. His head had been snapped by Rakshasa Ghost Child, who was standing at the bow of the ship. He grabbed it in his hand, and his corpse was separated from his head. He lay powerlessly on the ground, blood flowing on the deck. It was a shocking sight!    

"Trash does not have the qualifications to live!"    

Rakshasa Ghost Child gripped his head tightly and exerted force with his right hand. A dark and evil aura lingered in the air.    

The head with a shocked expression quickly shrank into a ball and was absorbed by his right claw bit by bit. Scarlet blood kept dripping from the tip of his finger.    

A headless corpse and a bleeding palm caused everyone on the Flying Dragon Boat to be dumbfounded. Some of them could not help but vomit.    

"Rakshasa Ghost Child, you are still so ruthless, even to your own disciples!"    

Elder Yuan Shen looked at Rakshasa Ghost Child without changing his expression. He didn't seem surprised by the scene in front of him, as if it was only natural.    

"Trash does not differentiate between friends and others!"    

Rakshasa Ghost Child smiled sinisterly. His eyes stared at the stunned Ji Luofeng on the chessboard. "Not bad, little brother."    

"However, since you have already broken through, it's time to let the Martial Sect Middle Period come out and have some fun!"    

As he spoke, Rakshasa Ghost Child's right hand, which was stained with blood, clapped together with his left hand.    

Along with the clapping sound, a young man who looked exactly like Yin Musheng ran out from the Ghost Ship and stood in front of Ji Luofeng.    

Looking at this young man who looked exactly like Yin Musheng, Ji Luofeng and the people on the Flying Dragon Boat were dumbfounded.    

What was going on?    

"You killed my younger brother, I want you to die!"    

A surging evil aura swept out from the young man in front of him. A cold wind suddenly appeared, and a terrifying evil aura spread out in all directions. The evil aura collided with the sound of the wind, and it was as if a sky full of evil spirits were roaring.    

In an instant, the wind and clouds around the chessboard changed. The evil wind and evil aura that blotted out the sun enveloped the chessboard, making it seem as if it was the underworld.    

"Die!"    

With a stern shout, a young man who looked exactly like Yin Musheng held a dagger in his hand and lunged at Ji Luofeng.    

The moment his figure flashed past, ghostly shadows filled the air. There were ghostly shadows everywhere on the chessboard, making it impossible to see his real body clearly.    

"So strong!" Sensing the brutal aura coming at him and the ghostly shadows rushing at him from all directions, Ji Luofeng's expression changed drastically. He gripped his feather fan tightly, wanting to wave it to block the opponent's attack.    

However, he seemed to have underestimated the opponent's means. The surrounding ghostly shadows did not even get close to his body, but several wounds appeared on his body out of nowhere. Although these wounds were not fatal, they hindered his movement.    

It was too strange. The means of this person in front of him was too strange!    

The strange wounds on his body gave Ji Luofeng a sense of fear. This kind of unknown attack was even more terrifying than a direct attack.    

"Not good!"    

Looking at Ji Luofeng who was dodging in fear, Ao Lingchen shouted in his heart, Not good! Immediately, he shot out like a bolt of lightning towards the chessboard!    

"Fire Explosion!"    

Without any hesitation, Ao Lingchen threw a punch forward. The fire swept towards the ghostly figures in the surroundings.    

At the same time, Ji Luofeng, who was filled with fear, looked at the approaching figures. He gritted his teeth and waved the feather fan in his hand.    

"Whirlwind!"    

A wild wind surged and flames rushed over. The wind aided the fire. The wind and fire merged and turned into a shocking fire storm.    

"Humph!"    

With a cold snort, all the shadows that were rushing towards Ji Luofeng disappeared. The surrounding evil wind and evil Qi also disappeared. A figure stood at the edge of the fire storm and put away the dagger that was about to cut Ji Luofeng's neck, then he quickly retreated.    

The flaming storm disappeared as the storm swept past. Ji Luofeng sat on the chessboard, exhausted. His face was pale, and he was breathing heavily. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes.    

"Are you alright?"    

Ao Lingchen stretched out his hand to help him up. His eyes stared at the young man who was holding a dagger and frowning not far away. His mind power surged out from his sea of consciousness, locking down the surroundings to prevent the other party from launching a sneak attack.    

"Old ghost Nangong, what is the meaning of this from the Essence Sword Sect?" Ji Luofeng did not speak. Rakshasa Ghost Child, who was sitting on the Ghost Ship on the opposite side of the chessboard, looked at Ao Lingchen with a gloomy expression and asked. “ Could it be that your Essence Sword Sect is going to break the rules and want to fight two against one?"    

Elder Yuan Shen frowned slightly when he heard Rakshasa Ghost Child's ruthless words. Ao Lingchen's attack just now had exceeded his expectation, but now, he knew that this wasn't the time to blame him.    

"Senior, you're wrong!"    

Ao Lingchen supported Ji Luofeng and looked at Rakshasa Ghost Child directly. He didn't seem to be scared away by the cold stare.    

"Oh?" Rakshasa Ghost Child stared at Ao Lingchen coldly, "What's the difference?"    

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark killing intent surged out from his body. Waves of ghostly howls resounded around his body. The ghostly flames in his eyes that were staring at Ao Lingchen were extremely frightening.    

However, this action didn't scare Ao Lingchen. Instead, he calmly said, "Senior, you didn't say that after the battle, no one else is allowed to change, right?"    

"Hmm?"    

The ghostly fire in Rakshasa Ghost Child's eyes was whistling. He seemed to have guessed what Ao Lingchen was going to say next.    

"Could it be that you want to replace him?!"    

"That's right!"    

Without any fear of Rakshasa Ghost Child's gaze, Ao Lingchen replied in a domineering manner. His two eyes calmly looked at the former!    

Since he had already made his move, he would fight to the end.