Ghost Ancestor's face showed unconcealable anger, and Ding Xiaoyi let him ravage him like an ant.

At this time, Ding Xiaoyi was filled with rage, and his sword energy swept across him.

"call……",

Ding Xiaoyi's hair flew with rage, like a Lingtian war god.

He raised his sword and slashed at Ghost Ancestor fiercely.

That sword was as plain and simple as it was without any brilliant sword light. The sword just flew towards the Ghost Ancestor and slashed down.

The sword was clumsy, like a three-year-old child wielding a sword for the first time.

But with that simple sword, Ghost Ancestor felt a fatal crisis.

That sword didn't have a powerful sword intent,

There was no dazzling sword energy, Ding Xiaoyi seemed to just slash the sword casually.

"Not good", Gui Zu retreated sharply,

But that sword followed closely like a maggot attached to the bone, and Ding Xiaoyi's body clearly did not move.

But Guizu felt that sword was everywhere,

The void was filled with that sword, and the sword that was everywhere struck hard at his body.

After Ding Xiaoyi swung the sword,

He stood motionless in the void, with the sword still firmly in his hand.

He was as motionless as a clay statue, but Ghost Ancestor felt the sword shadows all over the sky slashing down towards him.
Chapter completed!