Chapter 8: Ghost King's War II

"He sent a letter of war today and asked me to fight on the outskirts of the city." Ye Zhihang said lightly, as if it was just an irrelevant matter.

Jiang Shengtian panicked and said in a low voice, "On that day, the ghost king sacrificed his life to save him. He once said that the ghost king's greatest wish before his death was to fight with you, but unfortunately, due to his identity as a hermit, it has always been difficult to fulfill this wish. Chen Rufeng has issued a war letter now, and he must want to make a wish for the ghost king.

Ye Zhihang seemed to be tired and said, "Sang Yaoyuan is indeed a rare opponent in my life. I didn't expect him to go like this..."

Looking at Ye Zhihang's expression of regret, Jiang Shengtian thought that he and the ghost king must be two cherished opponents. They have been in countless confrontations. After all, it is difficult to distinguish between high and lows. Now this rival has died first, and he feels lonely for a moment, and he can't help but feel regretful.

"So... are you going to fight?" Jiang Shengtian raised his eyebrows and asked.

Ye Zhihang smiled deeply, looked at him, and asked without answering, "What do you think he has a chance of winning against me?"

This question made Jiang Shengtian uncomfortable and hesitated for a long time before he said, "Although Chen Rufeng has been working hard these days, he still can't reach your cultivation for so many years."

Ye Zhihang looked at him with a smile and said nothing, which made Jiang Shengtian confused and couldn't help asking, "Am I right?"

"I don't know." Ye Zhihang said amazingly, "What I saw that day, I can only see that he has excellent talent. So far, I haven't been able to measure where he has gone."

"But Mr. Ye, you are the strongest in the world..."

"I'm afraid the word in the world is not right. It's better to use it instead." Ye Zhihang joked that Jiang Shengtian couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He didn't expect that Ye Zhihang would be so cold and indifferent at ordinary times.

Ye Zhihang continued to look into the distance with longing eyes and said slowly, "It's almost time."

"Are you going to go to the appointment?"

Ye Zhihang nodded, and an old hand held Jiang Shengtian's shoulder. Jiang Shengtian did not react to what had happened. He only felt that the scenery under his feet quickly passed under him. Ye Zhihang had already pulled him to leap into the air, with his toes connected, as if stepping on countless invisible reeds and using his feet to perform light skills. The two flew like birds. Xiang, a cool breeze came to his face.

Jiang Shengtian wanted to ask questions, but his mouth opened slightly and was blocked by the wind blowing. Fortunately, he had the experience of being taken to the air by Chen Rufeng before, and he didn't feel used to chest tightness and nausea.

His feet suddenly had a landing point and stepped heavily on the soil. If he hadn't stabilized his body immediately, he would have almost knelt down.

The feeling of dizziness filled my head, and only the cloudy green brown in my eyes was spinning. After a moment, I could see that it was a tall tree. It turned out that in a flash, Ye Zhihang brought him to the suburbs of Chang'an.

When the wind roared, Jiang Shengtian only felt a cold light rushing straight to his side. The hand on his shoulder quickly loosened to avoid the cold light. Ye Zhihang stepped to one side and waved out with the other. He turned his palms like a wave of air and fought with the sudden cold light.

The cold light is also good. Jiang Shengtian's eyes can only see a few virtual images swinging like snakes dancing, and the speed is too fast for the naked eye to keep up. Ye Zhihang pushed, and there was a sharp explosion in his palm. The cold light seemed to be shocked by him and retreated. It turned out to be a long sword. The man with the sword fell two steps, stabilized his feet, and stared at Ye Zhihang angrily.

This person is Chen Rufeng.

The sharp edge of the angry wind sword flobed and pointed to Ye Zhihang and said, "Obviously, the two of you are at war. Why did you take others for hostage?"

Ye Zhihang closed his palm, and the true air dispersed like the wind, blowing Jiang Shengtian's hair. Jiang Shengtian said, "How dare he think that Ye Zhihang brought me here to threaten him as a hostage?"

"I brought him here not to make quality, but to bear witness for us." Ye Zhihang said lightly. Seeing that Chen Rufeng still didn't believe it, he pushed Jiang Shengtian away with one hand. Jiang Shengtian could withstand this strength and stumbled between them as if he was not controlled by himself.

Chen Rufeng's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He looked at Ye Zhihang and Jiang Shengtian before he put the sword into the sheath.

"Today, I'm on behalf of the ghost king Songzhuo, who came to be with you. On that day, the ghost king passed on my ghost martial arts and placed his hope on me. I hope that one day I can borrow my hand to win or lose with you and fulfill my lifelong wishes. Unfortunately, I have been obsessed with affairs all the time, and I have nothing to pay for the ghost king's last wishes. Chen Rufeng thought of Song Zhuoyuan, and his face was gloomy and guilty.

"Sang Zhuoyuan taught you the ghost martial arts?" Ye Zhihang said in disbelief. After saying that, his eyes looked at the sky, and his eyes were full of sadness. He closed his eyes, as if he were conveying what he thought to the heroic spirit in the sky.

Just as Song Zhuoyuan mourned silently, Jiang Shengtian and Chen Rufeng looked at each other. The two looked at each other, and Jiang Shengtian remembered that he would be his enemy in the future, and he felt ashamed. Chen Rufeng's eyes were burning, snorted disdainfully, and soon fell back to Ye Zhihang's face.

"Well, no matter whether I win or lose, I will fulfill his long-cherished wish for the Ghost King today." The angry sword came out of the sheath, but at this time, the momentum of Chen Rufeng's body changed. Originally, it seemed to be brewing a storm that was about to surge, but it suddenly became unpredictable and strange and unknown ghost fog.

Ye Zhihang stared at him indifferently and was not deterred by the momentum on his body, as if he had thought about it.

Jiang Shengtian patrolled between the two with uneasily eyes. After thinking about it, he finally said to Ye Zhihang, "Mr. Ye, what did you bring me here to witness?"

Ye Zhihang looked at him with some approval, and ignored the sudden increase in momentum on Chen Rufeng's body. "I brought you here to witness a war treaty."

"War treaty?"

"I want to make a war treaty with him." Ye Zhihang pointed to Chen Rufeng and said. Chen Rufeng was secretly surprised and saw that Ye Zhihang did not seem to intend to start with him immediately, so he had to restrain his momentum.

"What war treaty?" Chen Rufeng raised his eyebrows.

"When I say this war treaty, you have to listen to me about a past." Ye Zhihang's eyes showed vicissitudes and sighed with emotion. Looking at the green leaves on the tree, he was pulling out bit by bit of the past in his mind, but the more he thought about it, the heavy feeling in his heart deepened.

Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian looked at him silently without saying anything to disturb his thoughts, quietly waiting for him to tell the past. Chen Rufeng also wants to know what kind of enmity there is between him and the Ghost King, and why they regard each other as a strong enemy in their lives.

A green leaf can't stand the wind blowing, falling and flying in front of the tree trunk, with a faint reluctance.

The leaf fell to the ground and was stepped on mercilessly by one foot.

A team of people walked through here and saw that the shade of the tree was cool, covering most of the heat, and all of them had the intention to rest. They all looked at the leader with a smile and expectation.

This line of people wear fast-catching clothes, but their temperament is obviously different from ordinary fast-catching. They are powerful and strong, with tiger eyes and eyebrows, and there is a token with the word "ghost" written on their waist.

The leader is the best among this group. Every step is sonorous and powerful that he is almost three inches into the ground. He has been holding his head high and high spirits.

"Ghost king... We have been sleepless for three days and nights. Can we take a break here?" A ghost house catcher said tentatively, with a timid voice.

Songzhuo suddenly turned his head and shot a sharp light in his eyes, which immediately scared everyone to suffocate his chest.

"The remnants of Baiyetang have not been completed, and the task has not been completed, how can it be easily said to rest?" Song Zhuoyuan put one hand on his waist and wore a knife. His words shocked the whole audience. No one dared to say more. "We are responsible for the emperor's life and have a great responsibility. Now who can hold on better than those rebels? If we dare to rest for a moment, they will take the opportunity to escape thousands of miles away. If there is a loss, what can you take to explain to the emperor?

Everyone was silent and dared not disobey the words of the ghost king, so they had to stiffen their scalp and continue to march.

Song Zhuoyuan snorted. At this time, he was in his prime, coupled with his own cultivation and strong skills. Unlike other ghost houses, he was not as energetic as other ghost houses. He walked forward quickly, with his eyesight, listened to all directions, and touched the soil on the ground with his fingers to see if anyone had just stepped on it. Every detail was Don't let it go easily.

As for the catchers behind him, they were crooked one by one, their eyelids rolled, their hearts were full of bitterness, and some even leaned on other people's shoulders and closed their eyes to walk. Song Zhuoyuan walked all the way to pay close attention to the clues and didn't have time to scold them.

Suddenly, Song Zhuoyuan raised one hand. After all, everyone came from a ghost house. They were all different from ordinary fast catchers. They were all well-trained. They reacted at once, raised their spirits and held their breath.

Song Zhuo's distant eyes were electric, and his footsteps moved gently and silently, holding his hand on the handle of the knife around his waist, ready to go.

The people in the ghost mansion bent down and were covered by trees, and there was no sound in the march.

I only heard the voice in front of me and walked for a moment. I could barely hear what the voice said.

"Everyone, let's rest here for a while now. The officers and soldiers should not come so soon." A very convincing voice said.

Open the leaf seam and saw that there was indeed a group of people sitting in it. The strange thing was that this group were all old and weak women and children. Only the man standing with his waist was stronger. Obviously, that was what he said just now.

"Uncle Hang, did Dad lead those officers and soldiers away, so they didn't have time to chase us?" A seven-year-old * pulled the corner of the man's clothes, and his innocent eyes made people feel pity.

The man smiled, picked up the child and turned around. The face reflected into Song Zhuoyuan's eyes. Song Zhuoyuan's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the handle of the knife was more tightly and almost pulled out the knife.

This man is Ye Zhihang, who is more than 30 years younger.

"Don't worry, your father is very good at martial arts, and even officers and soldiers can't do anything about them." Ye Zhihang comforted him. The child nodded obediently. Ye Zhihang put him down, and he ran into a woman's arms. The woman hugged him tightly with tears in her eyes.

Ye Zhihang looked at the woman, but instead of a smile like a child, but a heavy wry smile.

Looking around, the people present were all coarse linen clothes, the burden was simple, the trousers feet were covered with mud, and everyone's faces were tired. The old man sighed repeatedly on his staff. The woman had the intention to cry, but she resisted tears one after another.

Ye Zhihang looked at the crowd and squeezed his lips without saying a word.

At this moment, a ghost house hiding in the trees was out of strength and knelt on the ground, causing a noise.

"Who?!" Ye Zhihang was very vigilant, his eyes stared at the source of the abnormal sound, and his whole body momentum was raised to the extreme.

Song Zhuoyuan frowned and saw his whereabouts exposed. He simply waved his palms. All the ghosts rushed out like the wind and surrounded a group of people inside.

With a loud sound, Song Zhuoyuan pulled out his knife, and the knife flashed coldly and went straight into Ye Zhihang. Just observed, Song Zhuoyuan has been able to confirm that Ye Zhihang has the highest ability among this group of people. As long as he can control him, it is equivalent to restraining everyone.

Ye Zhihang reacted very quickly, and the knife pierced his face. He had already unfolded his palms and patted them directly on the blade. The strength of his palms was suddenly released, and he could penetrate the clouds and crack stones. When his palms fell on both sides of the knife body, Song Zhuoyuan suddenly felt that the knife body trembled sharply and quickly shook the knife body. A dark energy followed the knife body like a secret. Floating, although Ye Zhihang's palms were full of strength, he sensed the strangeness and impermanence, which made life chill like nine ghosts. Once he was entangled in this ghost, it was difficult to break free and slowly be controlled by it. In shock, he quickly opened his palms and withdrew it, but as soon as his palms opened, a gloomy knife spirit on the knife was cut out, as if it were a punishment in hell, pressing straight to the bridge of his nose and dividing his head into two.