"Hero Yan, this matter has nothing to do with you."
The Black Mountain Ghost King swung his sword, and blood light reflected in his one eye, like a piece of fine amber.
"Hahahaha, I ride the sword on the wind to slay demons in the world. I have inherited the skills from my ancestors. How can I watch demons appear and remain indifferent?"
Yan Chixia hooked his fingers slightly, and the Yuncong sword that was originally inserted diagonally on the coffin lid turned into a stream of light and flew back into his hand.
"A nosy person like you can't even survive a cup of tea in the mouth of a storyteller!"
The Black Mountain Ghost King swung his sword, pointing it at Yan Chixia from afar, and threw out two blue-bordered cards again as he flipped his palm.
One of them is the Living Man Coffin, which belongs to the same series of card decks as the Monster Coffin, but its application objects are different.
The second is Yinchao Mingle, which can reduce the combat status of enemy units and has a certain probability of inflicting certain negative effects.
Although the quality is not high, they can be connected to each other and combined, which is enough to achieve great results with little effort.
Then a deep and mournful sound of music was heard, and countless dark purple talismans crawled out from the gaps between the floor tiles and went straight into Yan Chixia's ears.
Yan Chixia staggered forward a few steps, but quickly regained his balance. When he raised his head, there was no more drunkenness in his eyes, but only sword energy flowing in them.
"The tree demon is causing trouble here, but you don't care. I let my own child out for a stroll, but you are the one who is interfering."
The Black Mountain Ghost King walked slowly forward, saying as he walked: "If you don't want my face, then die."
Zhou Chuan felt a little embarrassed when he heard this.
According to normal logic, Yan Chixia should have protected "Ning Caichen" and watched the fight from the mountain, instead of jumping out and shouting to kill the Black Mountain Ghost King.
But the key point is that he, Zhou Chuan, is the master of this world.
The characters in the field can have their own logic, but in the final analysis, the interests of the card maker must come first.
You can't create a Mr. Zombie Field Card and then wait for Uncle Nine to get the zombie before you can attack the enemy. What kind of bullshit logic is that
Uncle Nine and the Zombie King attack together, a mixed duo of good and evil, twice the heartbeat, double the blow.
The fun is all about excitement!
“A pure heart is like water, and pure water is the heart. There is no breeze, no waves…”
Yan Chixia did not answer, but just recited the Taoist mantra in a low voice. Light blue ripples appeared, instantly washing away the negative effects brought by Yinchao Mingle.
And in this short moment, the four ghost generals carrying the coffin had already arrived in front of him.
They were dressed in robes of blood red, dark blue, pale white and pitch black respectively. Their feet fluttered, tapping the ground with their toes, without even looking at Yan Chixia. They passed by his body like phantoms, only stirring up ripples, and continued to float forward in horror.
It is obvious that they have no physical entity when they are carrying the coffin.
But the coffin they were carrying was a solid object. With a loud "bang", Yan Chixia, who had no time to dodge, collided with the coffin of a living person.
The next moment, he felt that he had come to a small, dark space, but fortunately he still had the magic sword in his hand.
"The sword will return in a moment!"
As Yan Chixia roared, the sword energy floating between heaven and earth slowly gathered on the Yuncong Sword, forming the shape of a giant sword. With just a slight movement, the coffin of the living person was almost shattered.
The Black Mountain Ghost King laughed strangely upon seeing this, and pulled out another matching card with a blue border. With a flash of light, it turned into seven bone-white spikes.
In terms of length, these seven objects are more like "swords" than "nails".
They surrounded the Black Mountain Ghost King as if they were spirits, and when he came to the coffin of a living person, they took the initiative to crawl into his hands.
The Black Mountain Ghost King also took the opportunity to nail it to the coffin lid. There was a "clang" sound, and it was the bone nail that collided with the Yuncong Sword that Yan Chixia was blocking in front of him.
The Black Mountain Ghost King didn't care, he immediately let go of his hand and continued to drop the remaining six bone nails.
How could Zhou Chuan let him get his wish? He immediately poured his whole heart and energy into Yan Chixia's body.
"Heart power?"
Looking at the fluctuations of mental power emanating from the cracks in the coffin, the Black Mountain Ghost King couldn't help but frown.
But the current situation did not allow him to think too much. With the support of Zhou Chuan's mental strength, Yan Chixia's strength increased again. It was difficult for him to suppress the opponent with bone nails relying solely on physical strength.
The Black Mountain Ghost King suddenly had an idea. With a sound of "dong", the coffin fell to the ground. The four ghost generals turned into entities again. They crossed their hands and placed them on the caps of the four bone nails. They exerted force suddenly, and the coffin lid made a creaking sound as if it could not bear the weight.
It is said that two fists cannot beat four hands, but what Yan Chixia has to face at this moment is one "man" and four ghosts, a total of ten hands.
Yan Chixia, who was unable to escape for a while, played freely according to the set logic and silently chanted the magic formula. The giant sword that was originally protecting him immediately turned into a sword light and flew straight into the sky along the gap left by the bone nails that pierced the coffin lid.
Accompanied by the chanting of "Swords turn into thousands, dragons roar in the sky", sword beams fell like rain, and thousands of sword lights dragged red flames, flying straight towards the one "person" and four ghosts, and some of them fell on the coffin of the living.
The sword energy was coming with great force. The Black Mountain Ghost King was watching this scene from afar, and his mind quickly flashed back to the time when he was being hunted by a righteous card disciple four hundred years ago and was hit by the Chensha Broken Sword summoned by the people from Huashan. Countless broken sword phantoms left hundreds of holes on his body.
Now, hundreds of years have passed, the physical wounds have healed, but the shadow in the heart has never been cleared.
This was also the reason why he was so polite after realizing that Yan Chixia was a swordsman.
It’s not that I can’t beat it, it’s just that I get scared when I see this thing!
"Wang Yi! Di Chan! Protect me!"
With an almost instinctive cry, the two ghost generals immediately loosened their crossed and pressed down hands, and instead summoned out two mottled square shields to block the Black Mountain Ghost King.
It was this moment of looseness, coupled with the continuous attacks of the sword energy on the living coffin, that had brought it to the brink of breaking.
Yan Chixia suddenly exerted force and broke out of the coffin.
Looking at the embarrassed back of the Black Mountain Ghost King, he stretched out his right hand, caught a ray of sword light falling from the center of the sky, spun it back, and stabbed straight forward.
The Black Mountain Ghost King seemed to have eyes on his back. Without even turning his body, he put his hands behind his back and grabbed his wrist.
At this time, the battle between the evil dragon and the tree demon grandma also entered a fierce stage.
In the sky, the evil dragon has a slender figure, and its huge and strong body and dragon skeleton give people a strong sense of oppression.
Sometimes it would sneak into the dark clouds, with its bloody mouth constantly spewing out dark and deadly beams of light.
The tree demon grandma is not a vegetarian.
With Zhou Chuan's mental support, it can suddenly use a big move, which is a method called the endless cycle of spiritual evil display.
In order to use this skill, the prerequisite of rainy weather must be met first.
Secondly, the rain must be “hellish” enough.
Be it blood rain or black rain, as long as it is weird enough.
In this way, it can attack the enemy by manipulating Yin thunder and Yin wind.
Objectively speaking, although the conditions for this skill are a bit harsh, the effect is indeed quite good.
In low-end games, being able to control elements like wind and thunder is already quite a bug.
However, the evil dragon, the Black Mountain Ghost King, is not simple either. Although he does not have the ability to create clouds and rain like a real dragon, he can still stir up the clouds in this small area of the ruins.
Just like people need to eat when they are hungry, this is like an instinct for a dragon.
The tree demon grandma's method of controlling lightning with her unorthodox methods is indeed no match for others.
How could it not be at a disadvantage when even its most powerful trick was countered by others
"But it looks like it can hold out for a while."
Zhou Chuan glanced at Yan Chixia, who was standing on the giant coffin and fighting with the Black Mountain Ghost King and his four ghost generals without losing the upper hand. He then lowered his hood, left the temple gate and walked towards the direction of the City of the Dead.
During the time he was delaying, Mr. Ba had already found his target and was waiting for him in the city.
Yes, he actually played a trick of "luring the tiger away from the mountain".
It is actually not quite appropriate to say this, after all, the tiger left the mountain on its own.
But the principle is similar. At this moment, the Black Mountain Ghost King was entangled, and he took the opportunity to steal the tower.
Are you kidding? There is no way that a mere card maker with golden heart power can defeat an old monster like the Black Mountain Ghost King in a head-on fight. He has to use some tricks.
"The way is clear, please come."
"Um."