Chapter 185: Killing the Ghosts

"Warning at the foot of the mountain, someone is going up the mountain!"

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, two people and four horses, coming all the way west!"

"Only two people, they shouldn't be enemies, did they offend someone in the Central Plains and go out of the pass into the mountain?"

"Not sure, there is no news from the inside, but it's better to be careful, the knife ghost and the shadow ghost go to greet them and let them know the rules of the mountain."

"Okay!"

Yan Nantian and Jiang Feng tied their horses at the foot of the mountain, and then flew up the mountain. Before they reached the mountain village, they saw two figures waiting at the entrance of the village, one with a sturdy figure holding a thick-backed purple gold knife, and the other with a thin figure, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his long robe.

"Who is coming?" The knife ghost Qiao Mingfei stepped forward and shouted.

"Yan Nantian!"

Yan Nantian's voice was like a thunderbolt from the sky, not only making Qiao Mingfei's ears roar, but also echoing his shout throughout the Jiufeng Mountain Village.

"Yan Nantian... Nantian... Tian..."

"Yan Nantian!?"

"There are enemies coming!"

"Besiege him! Everyone, fight together!"

"There's another one?"

"Kill them!"

Hearing Yan Nantian's name, Daogui was shocked, and subconsciously swung the thick-backed purple-gold sword in his hand, but only halfway through, he saw a flash of sword light in front of him, and when he blinked again, he saw the rising sun spinning in the distance.

Yan Nantian waved his sword and beheaded Daogui with one sword.

The next moment, the shadow ghost flew back, raised his hands, and shot out more than a dozen flying needles, but Yan Nantian just raised his sleeves, and a gust of wind swept, sweeping all the flying needles away, and his body rushed up.

The shadow ghost was shocked, and before he could retreat into the mountain village, he saw Yan Nantian approaching within five feet of him, and before he could call for help, he saw Yan Nantian swinging his sword again.

Jiang Feng, who was following Yan Nantian, saw the head of this thin figure flying straight up, higher than the head of the man holding the knife just now, probably because his head was small and light.

Damn, am I here to help or to watch the show?

Well, although I am mainly here to watch the show, I still think I can help a little. I didn't expect Yan Nantian to kill anyone with one sword.

The next moment, Yan Nantian had arrived at the gate of the mountain village. Seeing that the gate in front of him was about to close, he chopped down with his long sword. There was only a loud bang, and the gate made of two pieces of solid wood was shattered and flew away, causing a scream.

"Yan Nantian, we Yinshan ghosts have no grudges against you, why did you come to our door?"

"You have robbed the pass and killed countless people. Yan and you have a deep hatred. How can you say that there is no grudge?" Yan Nantian shouted and flew in front of the person who spoke.

The man was dressed in black, had a full beard, and held a big axe in his hand. He was the mountain-opening ghost who could stop children from crying at night. However, his axe chopped down diagonally, and before it got close to Yan Nantian's neck, his head had already disappeared.

"Boy, who are you to Yan Nantian?"

Jiang Feng had just entered the gate of the big camp when a gloomy voice sounded behind him. At the same time, a cold sword energy approached his back.

"A sneak attack is a sneak attack, what are you talking about?" Jiang Feng sighed, "I'm going to give you a chance!"

"What?"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he saw a sword light piercing diagonally from the ribs of the person in front of him. Before he could say anything, he felt a chill in his throat and all his strength suddenly disappeared.

"Drizzle Ghost!"

"The opponent's swordsmanship is weird, use the dark green to attack!"

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--"

Jiang Feng retreated and dodged, and arrived at the gate of the village again. He blocked the hidden weapon with the half-broken gate. While watching Yan Nantian killing people in the village, he said to several people who were terrified and seemed to be ready to flee not far away, "There are still people fighting bloody battles in the village. Are you ready to escape?"

"How brave!"

"We will kill you first!"

"Kill you, then kill Yan Nantian!"

As they spoke, several people flew up, a pair of judge's pens, a chain gun, an arc sword, and a pair of tiger-head hooks attacked Jiang Feng.

"Second brother, be careful!" Yan Nantian shouted and was about to step forward to help.

"Don't worry, big brother. I'll block the gate. In this battle tonight, we will eliminate all the ghosts in Yinshan!" Jiang Feng laughed loudly, and his figure turned and moved among the weapons of several people. Then, with a flash of his long sword, he nailed one of them in the throat.

In this world, there is no real goddess of joy, no Shangguan Jinhong hanging over your head, and no regrets to pay attention to. In addition, traveling with the heroic Yan Nantian, Jiang Feng's mind also became more open unconsciously.

How could this plot of a single person sweeping the ghosts of Yinshan Mountain with a single sword happen in "The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword"?

"Your martial arts are far worse than Yin Jiuyou, and even worse than Yan Shuangfei and Gao Xingkong." Jiang Feng laughed teasingly.

The remaining few people looked at each other in bewilderment. The half-human, half-ghost Yin Jiuyou was one of the ten most famous villains in the world. He was a well-known figure on his own. It was normal that they couldn't compete with him, but...

"Who are Yan Shuangfei and Gao Xingkong?"

"A master of flying spears and a master of judge's pen." Jiang Feng explained seriously, "Their martial arts are also very good. They were also well-known figures in the Central Plains martial arts world back then."

"Never heard of them!"

The man holding the Judge's Pen had a fierce look in his eyes. He blocked Jiang Feng's long sword with one stroke, and tried to hit the acupoint on Jiang Feng's chest with another stroke. He swept Jiang Feng's legs with the chain gun, and hooked Jiang Feng's throat with two tiger-head hooks, and hooked Jiang Feng's left hand with one hook.

"Too slow."

Jiang Feng said lightly, without retreating or advancing, and just moved sideways to avoid the attacks of several people. Then the long sword changed slightly, and it passed through the defense of the tiger-head double hooks, and retreated at his throat.

The remaining two people were shocked, but before they could consider whether to advance or retreat, the screams in the mountain village had disappeared.

When the two suddenly realized and looked back with fear, they saw the last person in the mountain village fell three feet away from them, and in front of him stood an eight-foot-tall man, with a long sword in his hand, still shining, without any blood.

"Yan... Yan Nantian..." One of them trembled.

The other person looked at Yan Nantian, then at Jiang Feng who was blocking the door. His heart was broken, and there was madness in his eyes. He raised the judge's pen in his hand and rushed to the door. There was no trick in his action.

...

When the sun rose and the golden sunlight spread all over Jiufeng Mountain, the ghosts of Yinshan Mountain had been killed!

"Great!"

Yan Nantian shouted and laughed in the sunshine.

Jiang Feng stood beside Yan Nantian, as if he saw the shadows of several people in him, and then smiled calmly, "You avenged Zhang Sanniang. In my opinion, she loves you more and probably wants to marry you."

Yan Nantian's laughter stopped abruptly.