I put an eye in heaven and hell

Chapter 470 Living Dead? !

"Isn't that Lin Hao the guy who broke into the top [-] suddenly? I don't think he's weak, and he might be able to fight Murong Sheng."

"Tch, Murong Sheng's strength is equivalent to the late stage of ghosts. His swordsmanship is superb. It is said that he was also a master of swordsmanship before his death. That guy named Lin Hao has nothing but brute force."

Amidst the discussion among the crowd, Lin Hao and Murong Sheng entered the stage one after another.

Murong Sheng is a middle-aged man in his 40s.

His soul age is less than ten years.

At this time, the old man Mu Yi on the stage was relieved.

This disciple named Murong Sheng, with one-handed swordsmanship, even the elders of Wumen are full of praise, and he is extremely talented in the way of swordsmanship, even if the boy named Lin Hao is powerful, victory is sometimes dominated by skills .

With a distance of [-] meters, the two bowed their hands respectively, and the battle had begun.

Murong Sheng was holding a three-foot long sword. The long sword was simple and unobtrusive. Standing there, one person and one sword seemed to be integrated into one body. The momentum was like a Kaifeng sword, sharp and terrifying.

This is the legendary... sword man!
Cough, just kidding.

"This guy is very powerful, and he should be a warrior who is not weak in the mortal world, and it is not easy in the way of swords."

Lin Hao thought to himself.

This battle, if you don't use spiritual skills, it's not easy to fight.

but……

I am a human, you are a ghost, this is the biggest gap, as for why...

It is well known that lightning is the biggest nemesis of ghosts.

However, in the underworld, there are too few spiritual skills with attributes, it can be said that there are none.

Why was the previous Raging Flame Fist a rotten street thing?
Because Raging Flame Fist is just the simplest yellow-rank spiritual skill, and it has attributes, the operation method is simple, and ghosts can be cultivated. This is an exception.

Generally speaking, the attack method of ghosts is to use ghost energy from aura, and basically has no attributes.

However, Lin Hao happened to be a lightning root, and the spiritual skills he learned were basically lightning skills.

What's more, the golden aura cultivated through Chuanguo Yuxi also has a restraining effect on ghost power.

If the golden aura is mixed with thunder and lightning aura, Lin Hao believes that at least ghosts in the ghost realm cannot resist it.

However, there is another problem.

Why does Mao himself have magical skills with attributes?
While Lin Hao was thinking, in Murong Sheng's eyes, that indifferent expression, but he thought it was a disdain for his own strength, and an unknown fire rose in his heart immediately.

At the moment, the aura in his body was running.

Under the feet, two groups of black mist suddenly appeared. With the movement of the footsteps, the whole person instantly became illusory, as if in a translucent state, and the body was like a shadow. Every step, it left behind a black phantom. It may even take a long time to dissipate.

"Ghostly success!"

On the stage, many inner disciples exclaimed.

"Phantom! What a ghostly step!"

"Damn, when Lao Zi was a disciple of the outer sect, his soul age didn't seem to be as small as the ghost step, but this guy actually cultivated the ghost step to a great level within ten years of soul age!"

A sneer appeared on Mu Yi's aged cheeks, "Hehe, you are indeed a genius that even the sect master is optimistic about! Kid, admit defeat."

It wasn't until the murderous aura enveloped Lin Hao that he recovered from his absence.

"Fuck, sneak attack!"

Brother Hao panicked for a while.

He may not have realized just now that the battle had already begun.

Murong Sheng's speed is very fast, and his steps are strange, like a shadow, circling around.

To be honest, Lin Hao really couldn't figure out his position, so he could only squint his eyes, with the golden cudgel across his chest, ready to fight back at any time.

Ghost shadows hovered around his body, Lin Hao knew that this was Murong Sheng looking for his flaws, once it was revealed, he would not hesitate to draw his sword, fighting for a sword to make himself lose his fighting power.

at this time……

Lin Hao suddenly felt chills down his spine.

A sword stabbed at his shoulder at some point.

If this sword hit, basically Murong Sheng won.

Even though Lin Hao had no vision, he knew that danger was imminent. While his head was running quickly, he squatted down in order to minimize injuries.

"Pfft!"

The blade cut through the white shirt, a smear of blood red appeared, and a long bloodstain was drawn on the shoulder, and the oozing blood quickly dyed the white shirt red.

"It seems that this man named Lin Hao still can't beat Murong Sheng, tsk tsk."

"Brother, didn't you find something?"

"what?"

"He...he's bleeding."

"Bleeding, it's normal..."

When the man said this, he froze.

Bleeding?
It's bleeding?
"Damn it, live... a living dead!"

"It's, it's bleeding? What's going on?"

"The living dead! Ghosts are spirit bodies, how could they bleed?"

"Didn't it mean that all the living dead are not inferior to the peak of the ghost king? Moreover, the gate of the Three Realms has long been closed, how could this guy appear in the underworld?"

…………

Bleeding?
Not to mention the melon-eating crowd, but Murong Sheng, the supporting actor who was in the middle of this battle, stared blankly at the long sword in his hand that still had a few drops of blood on it.

"Damn, why didn't Laozi think of this?"

Lin Hao felt the strange eyes of tens of thousands of people, the chaotic voice of discussion, and cursed in his heart.

Now things are big.

Damn, really, is it? When my head gets hot, it's a bad thing.

What should I do now?Will they pull themselves out as guinea pigs for experiments, or will they get rid of themselves, the living dead?

How about...escape?
No, once the teleporter runs away this time, it will be difficult to live safely in the underworld in the future.

Subconsciously, Lin Hao cast his eyes aside for help.

There is the direction of Qian Shanyuan, the elder of the Red Sandalwood Sect.

"Live... living dead? How is it possible!"

Mu Yi yelled, almost stunned by the news.

"Quiet!"

In the middle, the middle-aged referee has stepped back and replaced it with a gray-haired old woman.

The old woman was hunched over. Although she was old, her face looked very energetic. The sound was quiet, and the sound was not loud, but it made the audience of more than 50 people fall silent in an instant.

"The old woman will take this post today."

The old woman said, her eyes scanned the audience, "Now, old woman, I declare that the competition will continue, and no one is allowed to continue discussing this matter! After the competition is over, the Red Sandalwood Sect must have arrangements!"

The game continues!

Lin Hao looked at the old woman, and then at the direction of Master Shan Yuan.

Shan Yuan nodded slightly towards him.

Now, Lin Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding the golden cudgel tightly, his aura suddenly changed.

"Since I've been discovered, I don't need to keep my hands anymore."

(End of this chapter)