I Can’t Be a Sword God

This evil spirit has a bloodthirsty and cruel disposition, and his spiritual intelligence is not high. As soon as he appeared, he carried an extremely powerful hostility.

When it saw Li Chu, its eyes turned scarlet.

Baring his fangs, he is about to charge forward!

Naturally, Li Chu would not give it this chance, so he raised his finger and blasted it in the air again.

Boom.

The huge evil ghost shattered in an instant like paper.

Li Chu didn't let go of his heart anymore, but carefully observed his surroundings.

Sure enough, in the next second, the sound of splashing water came from the water tank in the corner.

A water ghost with disheveled hair and almost transparent body emerged.

The water ghost crawled out of the Qin family's water tank, and then saw the little Taoist priest with a sword on his back.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Both sides were a little dazed.

Li Chu was a little puzzled.

Because of……

It is not surprising that there are water ghosts in rivers, lakes and seas. Hundreds of people have drowned in them, and the bottom of the water is easy to breed yin.

But he swears that this is definitely the first time he has seen a water ghost crawling out of someone's water tank...

This scene is really never seen.

And the strength of this water ghost is not weak, there are about 1,874 lantern monsters, which is already at the level of a ghost general.

It is definitely an existence that has practiced in water for hundreds of years.

In this tank?

This is a bit too nonsensical.

The water ghost was also a little confused.

Because it didn't know what happened at all, it just remembered that a big hand pulled itself out of the water, and stuffed it into a dark place with its backhand.

It just felt that it could move, and when it climbed out, it saw the scene in front of it.

All around is... land.

What a strange word.

The land environment makes it extremely insecure.

So the water ghost turned around and ran away.

Even if it is not in the water, with its way, the speed is still extremely fast.

With a whimper, the water ghost has turned into a stream of light, jumped over the roof, and fled away.

But how could Li Chu let it go?

In any case, ghosts are ghosts and must be eliminated.

Orchid Butterfly swims in the clouds!

Swish——

There was a vague afterimage passing by under the moon, and Li Chu's figure instantly appeared in front of the water ghost

...

Also surprised were the Qin family members who were watching the battle.

"Shrink the ground into an inch!"

Qin Weng stood up excitedly, pointed at the picture, and said loudly: "It's definitely a fairy art handed down from generation to generation... Shrunk to an inch!"

"In the early years, I was fortunate enough to see a land fairy perform it. Although this little Taoist priest only crossed a distance of more than ten feet, it is obviously the same fairy method!"

"Immortal technique?" Qin Shuangbai's eyes sparkled, "Can he master immortal technique at his age?"

"Of course." Qin Weng nodded and said: "As long as he has the top of the Twelve Immortal Sect or a certain land immortal behind him, and the relationship is close enough. It is not impossible to teach a fairy method."

Qin Shuangbai's brows and eyes crooked with a smile.

...

When the water ghost saw Li Chu stepping in front of him in one step, the alarm bell rang in his heart.

Almost subconsciously, it immediately cast its strongest tricks.

Goo——

There was only a muffled sound, and the water ghost's body swelled up, becoming more than ten times bigger. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a water giant nearly ten feet high!

It's a pity that it's not in the water. If it's in a river, its dharma body can even swell to thirty feet!

It can't be said that it is not strong.

But Li Chu only made one movement.

He pulled out the Chunyang Sword from the sword pouch on his back.

wave.

laugh--

There was a sound of breaking wind, and in an instant, there was a red dragon in the sky.

The red glow illuminated the entire sky in Weeping Willow Alley for a moment.

The water giant was hit by the red dragon, and was strangled into a ball in an instant. The heat wave in Chunyang was rolling, and it was unknown for a while whether it was beheaded or evaporated.

An innocent water ghost, after all, did not return to the water.

...

"This sword, cough, is so strong."

The sick young man couldn't help but exclaim.

Even through the smoky screen, they seemed to feel the wave of swords hitting their faces.

Suffocatingly powerful.

Qin Weng couldn't help but said: "It's a pity that there are no ghost commanders around Hangzhou Mansion. These ghosts... were killed too easily."

Qin Shuang glanced at him: "What? If there is a Guishuai, you really dare to catch him? Are you afraid that Daoist Li will be injured?"

"Ah." Qin Weng was embarrassed for a moment, and quickly changed the subject: "This little Taoist priest can kill ghost generals so easily, has immortal skills, and a good background. I think the king will not object. The old slave is here too." Congratulations miss, you have chosen a spouse."

"Hee hee." Qin Shuangbai immediately forgot to be angry and smiled shyly.

Yu Qing also smiled and said: "Congratulations miss, now the king will not force you to marry."

The sick young man coughed twice and said, "Congratulations, congratulations."

Only the strong man thought carefully for a while, and said: "If you want to congratulate, even if the young lady agrees...we agree too...the king also agrees...is there something missing?"

For a moment, he felt several cold eyes cast on him.

Everyone looked at themselves with unfriendly expressions, their eyes seemed to say...

Only you can speak?

The strong man couldn't help but flatten his mouth in grievance, and tears began to roll in his eyes...

Yu Qing changed the subject again: "Let's talk about Little Daoist Li. Tell me, what realm is his cultivation?"

The sick young man shook his head and said: "Looking at the power of this sword, it's definitely not bad, but to what extent, my ability is low... I can't tell."

Qin Weng pondered for a while, his expression serious.

"There is no fluctuation of true energy on his body. I guess it is some kind of special inheritance. Just look at the power of his sword and the presence of immortals to speculate..."

"This kid's cultivation base..." He said slowly, "I'm afraid he's not inferior to me."

"hiss--"

Everyone in the room gasped in unison.

The autumn night in Hangzhou Mansion suddenly became a little warmer.

...

Li Chu carefully looked around, and after a while, it seemed that there were no more ghosts.

The surrounding houses were not damaged either.

He just let go of his heart.

Just now I was worried about damaging the houses and causing bad influence.

He only injected a quarter of his spiritual power into that sword.

But the overwhelming power coupled with the powerful special effects of the Chunyang Sword still killed the water ghost in seconds.

After the final inspection, he slowly withdrew and left.

When I left, I still had some doubts in my heart.

This Qin family...

What is it all about?

...

at this time.

In that dazed and unknowable place.

A figure as black as cast iron is entrenched on the ancient and mysterious high platform.

With his eyes closed, his fingers kept moving, as if he was pinching something.

It can be seen that wisps of white air are continuously draining from its body.

For human beings, luck is innate, it can disappear, and it can be regenerated.

But for it, these are the wealth, power... and lifespan it has accumulated in endless years.

When luck runs out, it will lose its strength; when its strength runs out, it will lose its lifespan; when its lifespan runs out, it will...

die.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Why can't it be stopped?"

"Who is it against me!"

"please……"

"Stop sucking me!"

"Enough is enough..."

"Not a single drop..."

"Wow!"

"It's been a whole day... How long are you going to smoke?"

"Not satisfied yet!"

Over the past day, it has exhausted all kinds of methods, but it still cannot stop the loss of luck.

The spell in witchcraft is more similar to a contract.

Although the terms of the contract were written by it and imposed on Zhengqi Academy.

But once in effect, it cannot be changed.

There are only two cases in which this contract will be cancelled.

One is that it ascends to evil god... or dies.

One is the destruction of Zhengqi Academy.

But neither of these scenarios is realistic.

Although it can play tricks in the dark and steal the luck of the academy.

But what if it makes a direct attack to destroy Zhengqi Academy?

That's unlikely.

Of course, there is another way.

This spell will ultimately act on a single person.

Just kill the person who inexplicably sucked away his luck.

This will restore the witchcraft to normal operation.

The ancient evil spirit slowly revealed a sinister smile.

"Human, this is your own death, no wonder me!"

There is another chapter in the evening, to make up for the noon. So sleepy, slept all day...