You call this the way of the sword?

The black fog in the center of the town continued to spread, like a vast, all-consuming domain.

The Ghost King's heartbeat emanated from the mist, like the resounding beat of a drum, with the intervals constantly shortening.

I had heard Dong Guangnian mention it before.

Yang Qingfeng knew that once the black mist enveloped the entire town, the Little Ghost King would be fully awakened, and the battle situation would become extremely dire, leaving him little time to prepare!

Influenced by Yang Qingfeng, the eight sword spirits began to attack in an even more ferocious manner.

Faced with the fangs and giant blades of the Ghost King's personal guards, they no longer dodged and weaved, but instead used their agility to make small evasive maneuvers.

If you manage to dodge, then thrust out with your sword; if you can't dodge, then forcefully thrust out with two swords.

This method of exchanging injuries for injuries caused the Nine-Headed Demon King's personal guards to bleed profusely and howl in pain.

Faced with sword spirits that are impossible to kill or drive away, they wield their claws to tear the earth apart, swing their giant blades to cause widespread destruction, and unleash a series of skills amidst their angry roars, often destroying houses and cities.

The town, which was originally full of exotic charm, was destroyed in the blink of an eye. The soul bodies of the eight sword spirits also developed cracks, with varying degrees of injury. However, no matter how badly they were injured, their attacks never stopped!

As Yang Qingfeng's sense of urgency grew stronger, his sword spirit became more aggressive, and the angles of his sword strikes became increasingly tricky. Every strike was aimed at injuring the vital points of the Ghost King's personal guards, maximizing the reduction of their health.

At the same time, the arrival of the second spirit sword began to reverse the situation.

Yang Qingfeng did not change his strategy; he continued to defeat them one by one.

Two small spirit swords raged wildly inside the body of a ghost king's personal guard, slicing through its flesh and breaking its bones with speed so fast it was like a sword flower in flight, aiming straight for the ghost king's personal guard's heart.

Finally, as its heart was shattered, the demon king's personal guard died amidst a mournful cry.

But Yang Qingfeng was not excited by this.

Previously, it took more than a minute for a single spirit sword to kill the Minotaur's personal guard, but now, with the two spirit swords exploding simultaneously, the time was compressed to only about 50 seconds.

"No, that's not enough. It's my problem."

Yang Qingfeng clearly sensed that the power of the spirit sword had not been fully released. He looked at the sword finger with a feeling and immediately realized the problem.

Since acquiring the passive skill [Sword Control], Yang Qingfeng no longer needs any training; he can easily control his flying sword simply by focusing his mind.

But at some point, he found himself unconsciously raising his sword finger.

Driven by the mind and guided by the sword finger, the flying sword becomes faster and more precise.

However, Yang Qingfeng realized at this moment that the appearance of the sword finger was not a benefit, but a manifestation of his own shortcomings. It was the subconscious action that made him instinctively take measures to make up for it.

This deficiency is the fundamental reason why the Little Spirit Sword cannot unleash its full power.

After quickly figuring things out, Yang Qingfeng stopped investigating further.

The Ghost King is about to be resurrected, and he only has eight personal guards left. At such a critical juncture, there is no extra time for him to find his shortcomings.

Now he only has one choice: if one sword finger isn't enough, then he'll use two!

"kill!"

Yang Qingfeng sharpened his gaze and once again brandished his sword.

The two small spirit swords attacked simultaneously, rushing towards their next prey one after the other. Then, the wolf king's bone club hovered in mid-air and came to Yang Qingfeng's feet as a foothold.

Despite practicing for a long time, Yang Qingfeng still couldn't fly freely on his sword. When he released Yu Junjian and stood on the bone staff, his body lost its balance uncontrollably.

At this moment, Yu Junjian quickly grabbed the bottom, making it the second foothold alongside the bone stick.

Yang Qingfeng took a sudden step forward and stepped on Yu Junjian. While stabilizing his body in mid-air, he quickly responded to the two spirit swords with his sword fingers, as if they were his own arms.

The speed of the two spirit swords suddenly increased dramatically!

They no longer raced side by side, but instead, like two destroyers acting separately, they advanced in two directions to crush the flesh, bones, blood, internal organs, and even the heart of the Ghost King's personal guards, until they shattered their spirits!

With a painful cry, the third Ghost King's personal guard lasted for less than 40 seconds before his body collapsed like mud, marking his death!

"That's more like it!"

Upon seeing the kill notification pop up, a glint flashed in Yang Qingfeng's eyes. He thought to himself that this wasn't the limit yet, he could go even faster!

While they were pondering, a faint light flashed, and two spirit swords had already traversed hundreds of meters, piercing into the body of the fourth Ghost King's personal guard. Behind them, the newly released female sword spirit, dragging her long sword, soared into the sky, her target also being this Ghost King's personal guard.

Two reinforcements arrived one after another, and the male swordsman on the front simultaneously unleashed his power.

Like a madman, it swung its fierce sword light, swirling it upwards around the monstrous arm of the Ghost King's personal guard, and then, at precise distance, suddenly swept the sword horizontally, the tip of which barely pierced the throat, followed by a knee strike that slammed into the jaw.

This knee strike was a full-force burst of 3500 points of root bone, plus a 21-fold damage amplification. The Ghost King's personal guard immediately let out a miserable howl as his head uncontrollably bounced backward, passively tearing open the sword wound in his throat.

Black and red blood spurted out immediately, demonstrating the cruelty of the male swordsman's combo.

That wasn't all. As the Ghost King's personal guards retreated backward, they saw the female sword spirit arrive above them, wielding her sword with both hands and slashing down fiercely!

Their vision was instantly overwhelmed by the light of the sword.

The excruciating pain suddenly erupted inside my body.

This fourth Ghost King's personal guard is also a high-defense, high-HP Minotaur. However, it had already been hit by dozens of swords when it fought the male swordsman. Now, after suffering two serious injuries in succession, plus the internal explosion of two spirit swords, its HP quickly dropped below the lower limit.

Finally, with a thud, it crashed headfirst into the rubble and ruins, dying like a rotten mess.

[Defeat a level 23 Ghost King's personal guard, experience +60000]

[Defeat a level 24 Ghost King's personal guard, experience +78000]

【...】

As the kill rate increased, notifications kept popping up.

Yang Qingfeng's lips curled up into a wild smile.

As it turned out, his strategy was correct.

As long as they are defeated one by one, the sword spirits can be freed one by one, while the Ghost King's personal guards' health is continuously reduced in one-on-one battles, their skills are constantly on cooldown, and when they are ganged up on again, they are powerless to fight back.

In less than 5 minutes, only 4 of the 10 Ghost King's personal guards remained.

Yang Qingfeng was caught up in the excitement of the battle, but he did not lose his composure. As he was maneuvering his spirit sword to rush towards his next prey, he suddenly became alert and looked up sharply.

A strong wind blew in.

The black mist, which had been expanding at a steady pace, suddenly erupted.

The entire town was instantly enveloped, and the view became clear and expansive.

With the black mist gone, the Ghost King, located in the center of the town, revealed his true form.

It has long demonic horns, six eyes, and fangs. Its nearly eight-meter-tall body is blackish-gray, and it lies half-human and half-beast on a stone seat.

"Is it still too late...?"

Yang Qingfeng steadied himself and saw the Ghost King's eyelids constantly twitching, so he immediately summoned back his sword spirit.

Suddenly, the target of their hatred disappeared, and the remaining four Ghost King guards were all enraged. At this moment, Yang Qingfeng took the initiative to land on the ground and continued to attack them with his spirit sword.

Without the sword spirit to restrain them, and with the spirit sword nowhere in sight, the four Ghost King's personal guards locked onto Yang Qingfeng almost instantly.

They transferred all their anger and hatred onto Yang Qingfeng, roaring as they leaped high into the air, charging forward savagely, and even throwing their giant blades, wishing they could crush Yang Qingfeng to pieces.

Only those who instigate this hatred know the truth.

Suddenly, a powerful pressure descended upon him, and a biting cold wind swept over him, giving him a feeling that he was about to die.

At this moment, Yang Qingfeng felt the pressure that the sword spirits had been under, but he held back his panic, reached out and grabbed Yu Junjian to avoid various attacks, and pulled the monsters away from the center of the town.

They circled around to the back of a broken wall, then released the sword spirit, causing it to move in the opposite direction.

In no time, a bloody storm swept through the center of the town.

An incredibly terrifying aura swept out, and the little demon king was fully awakened.

However, it was not greeted by ghost soldiers or personal guards. As it opened its six ghost eyes, eight sword spirits had already circled around and attacked it from behind.

The fierce sword light, like a dragon cutting through the wind, pointed straight at the Ghost Eye!