Chapter 816: Keep it in mind, cleaned up for you

However, as that palm got closer and closer to her forehead, she still had no awareness.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a muffled sound; a hand rested on the Ghost Sword's wrist, stopping his killing move.

The Ghost Sword's expression froze; he looked up, only to see Su Chen had appeared not far behind him, and was blocking in front of Miss Jing Xu.

"Little thief!" The Ghost Sword roared, shook off Su Chen's wrist, and kicked toward Su Chen.

"Bang!"

This time, the Ghost Sword's leg was blocked, and immediately, a huge rebound force swept over, causing the Ghost Sword to fly backward for more than ten *zhang* and fall to the ground.

Su Chen clapped his hands, turned his head, and asked Miss Jing Xu, "Are you okay?"

Miss Jing Xu opened her eyes, looked at Su Chen in surprise, and then smiled bitterly, "Thank you, Young Master, for your help."

"Just a small effort," Su Chen waved his hand, "I will clean up this villain for you!"

"Young Master?" Miss Jing Xu was stunned upon hearing this; she couldn't understand what medicine Su Chen was selling in his gourd.

The Ghost Sword had just stood firm; hearing this, he was stunned first, then burst into wild laughter, "Good, truly, iron shoes are hard to find, and it takes no effort to get them; I didn't expect you, this stinky brat, to actually deliver yourself to my door to die, haha..."

"Oh?" Su Chen looked at the Ghost Sword, then at Miss Jing Xu.

Miss Jing Xu hesitated for a moment, then said, "This little girl is a disciple of the Emei Sect; I will naturally keep the grace of saving my life in mind."

So that was it; Su Chen realized; no wonder he found this woman's attire very familiar; she was an Emei disciple.

"Brat, today is the time for you to lose your life!" The Ghost Sword cursed and rushed toward Su Chen again.

Although the Ghost Sword was a member of the Mo Sect, his Wu Gong foundation was not bad, at least half a notch higher than Su Chen's; plus, holding a magic sword, his momentum was even greater, so even Su Chen dared not be negligent.

The two exchanged dozens of moves, and the Ghost Sword gradually fell into a disadvantage but never suffered defeat.

On this side, Su Chen and Miss Jing Xu looked at each other, both somewhat surprised; Su Chen could clearly sense that the Ghost Sword's strength was very formidable.

However, the black sword in the Ghost Sword's hand made Su Chen suffer greatly.

That black sword was extremely sharp, seeming to be able to cut through everything in the world; every time Su Chen touched it, he felt as if he were being chopped by an axe.

This was only part of the black sword's power; if the Ghost Sword held the magic sword and unleashed the magic sword laws, the power would definitely be even greater.

The Ghost Sword's strength was clearly inferior to Su Chen's, but he relied on a divine weapon to drag the situation out, making it very difficult for Su Chen to occupy the advantage.

"Little thief, go to hell!"

Suddenly, the Ghost Sword shouted, his entire momentum rising, the black sword in his hand dancing, transforming into a sky full of light and rain, actually pressing straight toward Su Chen's vital points.

Su Chen frowned; he had anticipated this situation long ago, so he hurriedly dodged.

Immediately, the sound of metal clashing rang out everywhere, sparks flying.

Su Chen was in precarious danger, several times almost being injured by the black sword, but he managed to avoid it, not letting the black sword strike his vital points.

But even so, Su Chen was still wounded, bruises covering his entire body.

The Ghost Sword fought more bravely as he went, showing no intention of stopping; Su Chen defended while observing the situation, discovering that the Ghost Sword seemed to be addicted to fighting and had no intention of giving up.

Finally, Su Chen snorted coldly, the long sword in his hand performing a sword flower, and then a sword light shot out from the tip of the sword.