Because Zhan Mubai originally wanted to know the identity of the wolf from the mouth of the ghost saint, but it seems that this ghost saint is also the same as himself, and he doesn't know anything about the details of the wolf, but just now he looked at the frame of the wolf, and he also has an undying mortal enmity with this ghost saint, otherwise he would not have deliberately set up this bureau to lure the ghost saint to take the bait, Zhan Mubai's heart was full of suspicion for a while, and his brows gradually twisted into a Sichuan character.

The wolf in the distance said coldly: "Old ghost, you haven't made any progress in your kung fu over the years, and the thickness of your face has increased a lot, obviously you just want to take advantage of my wolf's injury and show the opportunity of the hero's skills to come and take advantage of the fire to rob, as if you have to say how capable you are, it's really shameless." ”

The ghost saint's eyes suddenly lit up with fierceness: "Boy, even if you scold, you don't have many opportunities to speak." He slowly jumped off his horse, and a faint black air came from his side, and he walked towards the wolf in the distance.

Zhan Mubai sneered, his body moved, and those ghost saints' subordinates only felt a flower in front of them, and the horse that Zhan Mubai was riding was suddenly empty, and Zhan Mubai disappeared all of a sudden.

After all, the ghost saint is an old Jianghu, and he instantly felt that something was wrong, and immediately raised his true qi with all his strength, and his whole body was suddenly shrouded in thick black qi, and a face that was not much angry was as white as a white paper, and there was no blood at all, and the two thin hands all stretched out beyond the black robe, and at some point on the right hand, there was a heavy ghost head staff, which was across the chest and guarded the door.

Zhan Mubai's face suddenly appeared about a foot in front of the ghost saint, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Old ghost, don't expect to use zombie skills to escape for your life this time." ”

The ghost saint was horrified, he never expected that Zhan Mubai had recovered so much in his skills, and he could use the top light skills with the Heavenly Silkworm Sword Technique without a trace, the reason why he dared to come to chase and kill the two was to bully them, one of them was injured, and the other had not recovered, he had known that Zhan Mubai was like this, and he would not come over if he was killed.

But the matter has come to this point, only gritting his teeth and hardening it, the ghost saint knows very well that since Zhan Mubai can use this shadowless step, even if he escapes for his life, he will not be able to escape from his palm.

The figure of the ghost saint retreated violently, and his left hand made a yin wind palm, and the black gas with a foul smell of smell annihilated Zhan Mubai's figure along the palm wind, while the ghost head staff in his right hand suddenly used the trick of Bashan Night Rain, dancing impermeable, and instantly formed a black wall of qi around his body, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.

Zhan Mubai sneered, his feet moved, and the whole figure disappeared in front of the rushing Yin Wind Palm, only to hear a "boom" sound, and the black gas of the Yin Wind Palm hit the ground directly, directly hitting the ground where Zhan Mubai was standing just now, with a burst of turquoise phosphorescence, like ghost fire.

The ghost saint needs to judge the current strength of Zhan Mubai through this result, he and Zhan Mubai have fought three times, the first time was more than ten years ago, when Zhan Mubai's swordsmanship was first formed, he still had a slight upper hand at that time, and he only felt that although Zhan Mubai's swordsmanship was fast, full of insidious and vicious cruel moves, he could still deal with it.

After five years, the second time he fought, it was difficult for him to resist Zhan Mubai's solo attack alone, but at that time, Zhan Mubai's internal strength was not strong enough, although the moves were strange, but he didn't dare to fight against his Yin Feng palm face to face, and it was not easy to outperform himself in four or five hundred moves.

Two years ago, after he arrived at the Hero Gate, he fought Zhan Mubai for the third time, and he had neither the ability to parry nor the power to fight back, Zhan Mubai's set of evil swordsmanship has been completed, and the cultivation of the Huashan faction's Zixia Divine Skill has also progressed, and he can be completely unafraid of resisting himself head-on, within one hundred and fifty moves, he was forced to use the zombie skill, and it took ten years of skill to escape with his life.

However, the palm of the Ghost Saint has also tried to show that Zhan Mubai's current strength has not fully recovered, especially Zixia Gong, which is an authentic internal skill of the Xuanmen Sect that consumes true qi, Zhan Mubai can't use it yet, otherwise he wouldn't have dodged his Yin Wind Palm just now, but would have hit a hard palm, and then directly chased after his retreating figure to attack.

In this way, he will be suppressed to death as soon as he fights, and his speed is far inferior to Zhan Mubai, so he is afraid that he will lose if he can't hold a hundred moves. Just like the most recent encounter.

Thinking that Zhan Mubai's skill had only recovered to ninety percent at most, the Ghost Saint's heart had also settled down a little, and he roared: "Go and slaughter the wolf that day, quick!" The disciples behind him woke up like a dream, drew their blades one by one, jumped off their horses, and ran towards the heavenly wolf in the distance.

Zhan Mubai, who flashed to the right three zhang just now, said coldly: "Don't measure yourself!" As soon as his body moved, the purple light flashed, and Zhan Mubai's figure was like a ghost, passing through the desert under the moonlight. The long sword in his hand was like the evil eyes of the god of death, flashing a little cold light, and everywhere it passed, it gave people a sense of lifelessness.

The wolf chewed the jerky in his mouth, but the water bladder in his hand had stopped in mid-air, he hadn't seen Zhan Mubai's shot for several years, he only felt that Zhan Mubai's swordsmanship was vicious and evil, and the speed was extremely fast, similar to the Phantom Invisible Sword of the Emei faction, they were all swordsmanship that pursued speed to the extreme, but one was good and one evil.

Now it seems that Zhan Mubai's Zixia Divine Skill also has a certain foundation, which makes his swordsmanship have some more options to face the opponent head-on, and the speed of his attack is also a lot faster, which is obviously much better than a few years ago.

With a single move, four of the group of Hero Sect disciples had already fallen to the ground with their swords.

One of them was cut off his left arm, one was pierced through the heart by a sword, one was cut directly in the air by a violent sword qi, and his internal organs flowed to the ground, and Zuihou was frightened by the tragic death of the person in front of him, and was directly slashed through the neck by Zhan Mubai's sword, and blood shot out from the wound, making a "hiss" sound like a gust of wind blowing through the leaves.

Zhan Mubai's body was not stained with blood, he held the sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword drooped, and there were only a few faint traces of blood on the sword's body, which flowed down the blood trough to the tip of the sword, and then fell into the desert drop by drop, with a trace of evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying the taste of blood, and one by one the opponents who stood in front of him, who were already scared and soulless, were already a bunch of dead people in his eyes.

The ghost saint's face became more and more pale, he didn't expect that this Zhan Mubai's martial arts seemed to be higher than when he was captured more than half a year ago, it seems that although he was trapped in the hero gate in the past six months, his skills should have recovered long ago, and he had time to comprehend some swordsmanship and internal skills, which made his comprehension of martial arts go to a higher level, at least half a year ago, he couldn't kill four good players in ten moves like just now.