Jing Nan carried his hands behind his back, and watched the battle between the Scimitar King and the God of Death lightly, it was really a flashy sword, the sword wind was as violent as thunder and lightning, the domineering sword qi cut through the stands made of stones like a knife cutting tofu, the scimitar king danced the knife in the wind, and his hair and beard were upside down, looking extremely violent. The Scimitar King is worthy of being the king of the Scimitar tribe, and his means are as domineering as thunder! The god of death is still light, his body is elegant, shuttling in the sword light, dodging between the gaps in the wind, but he just doesn't attack, as if he is playing the scimitar king. A king of swords was actually played by a guy who pretended to be a ghost!

Jing Nan pointed: "Swing the knife to the left." ”

When the scimitar king heard Jing Nan's words, he naturally swung his knife to the left, and with a flash of the knife, he cut off a wisp of the corner of his clothes. The god of death took three steps back, and the eyes on the mask stared directly at Jing Nan. He let out a chuckle, then swiped it faster, and without warning, appeared behind the Scimitar King, gently tearing off a strand of his hair.

"Boom. ”

The god of death let out a 'boom' from his mouth, and the hair in his hand burst into flames. The Scimitar King was furious, when had he, as a generation of kings, been humiliated like this?He immediately swung his knife forward, slashing open the stands behind the god of death, but the god of death disappeared again without a sound. His figure was ghostly, always avoiding the Scimitar King's knife a second ago.

Jing Nan put his hands behind his back and said, "Swing the knife to your back." ”

The Scimitar King immediately turned his wrist and slashed at his back, and as soon as the knife wind blew, a string of blood beads blew. The god of death's arm hurt, and finally couldn't help but make a move, and punched the scimitar king's chest, the scimitar king was shocked by his blood, his body trembled slightly, and he resisted this punch.

"I see, you're just very fast, you don't have much strength!" The Scimitar King pulled out a scimitar from his back again, and the two knives came out together, the corners of the Scimitar King's mouth twitched, and there was a long scar on his face, as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon, and the corner of his mouth twitched, and the scar twitched with it, like a hideous centipede. Holding the knife in both hands, this means that he has completely moved the killing intent, and in the life of the Scimitar King, he has only lost to one person with the knife in both hands, and that person has left this scar on his face.

"Well, the god of death, that's what I'll call you for now. The scimitar king clenched the two scimitars in his hand and said to the man wearing the red mask: "You should be the only one wearing this kind of mask that pretends to be a ghost, you should be a mysterious organization, right?" But I'm not interested in asking more, when I hold two knives in my hands, even if you are really the god of death, Lao Tzu will cut off your head!"

"Let's try. ”

The god of death disappeared in an instant, the scimitar king was stunned, Jing Nan glanced at it, and still pointed: "Swing the knife to the left, swing the knife to the right, quickly!" Who knew that the face of the scimitar king actually appeared with anger, he felt that he was being called like a child, like a layman being taught by this old man.

"It's noisy!" the scimitar king slashed out, the sword light like snow.

"Click, click. A sharp blade cut through the skin of the Scimitar King's back, and blood dripped to the ground. The god of death appeared in front of him, carrying a small red dagger in his hand, which was stained with his blood, and the god of death wiped it with his sleeve and said, "Gadgets made of black ore are indestructible. With that, the god of death turned into an illusory shadow again, and the scimitar king surrounded him.

"Lower your waist, lift your knife!"

"Double knife welcome!"

"Jump up with both feet and down!"

Jing Nan was like a patient mentor who gave endless guidance, and the Scimitar King sometimes listened to Jing Nan's words and played a perfect counterattack casually, but the Scimitar King was furious, and he didn't need Jing Nan's help at all, who did he think he was? But he was the sword barbarian of the Barbarian Mountain Division, and he was the king of the Scimitar Tribe! Why did he listen to such a call? Could it be because he taught Lao Tzu the sword? No, I am the king, not his disciple whom Jing Nan disdained to teach! No, he is not even an apprentice. His scimitar knife technique was called juggling by Jing Nan.

"Shut up!" the Scimitar King roared as he alternated his blades, but he didn't even touch the corners of the god of death's clothes, and all the attacks missed. Instead, the knife in the hand of the god of death rained down, leaving dozens of blood paths on the arm of the scimitar king in the blink of an eye.

"I can still fight!" The Scimitar King shook the blood on his arms, a large amount of blood dripped from the dense wound, he shook it casually, and it was sprinkled on the ground, he held the double knives, his eyes stared at the ethereal god of death, and said fiercely: "I don't need your help!"

"Really?" the god of death smiled disdainfully, and moved in an instant, the phantom was horizontal, and the Scimitar King was overwhelmed, and in the blink of an eye, the Scimitar King only felt the cold air coming, his knees were cold, and his body knelt weakly. The god of death appeared behind him, he tilted his head and smiled at Jing Nan, and said:

"Why, Jing Nan, are you still standing here and watching? The Scimitar King is about to die, this is the man you helped to the throne with your own hands!"

"Jing Nan and I have no relationship, my sword skills are unparalleled in the world!" the scimitar king roared.

Jing Nan shook his head and said disdainfully: "Little knife, you are still so useless, the knife is like a farm tool for chopping wood in your hands, and your attack is as childish as a child pounced." ”

"Shut up!"

"Your attacks have hit the wind, and you haven't even touched the corners of people's clothes, and you're still as useless as you were back then. Jing Nan's eyes were full of disdain, and said, "You can't stand up now, and you are going to die at the hands of a person who pretends to be a ghost, such a scimitar king can go down in history, right?"

Jing Nan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you come and beg me, I'll help you kill him." ”

The Scimitar King's eyes were wide, the corners of his eyes were thick and bloodshot, and his eyes were like a desperate horned deer, unwilling and powerless.

"Kill!"

The Scimitar King suddenly roared, ignoring the knee wound, and stood up directly, the power of his blood and qi quickly rose up, and an invisible coercion burst out, the cultivation of the early stage of the ninth order was all displayed, and the speed of the Scimitar King suddenly went to a higher level, and the god of death was startled, and as soon as the steps under his feet moved, the violent attack of the Scimitar King pounced. The two scimitars, with a flash of cold light, directly cut a crack one foot deep in the ground. The corners of the god of death's clothes were neatly severed, and a shallow trail of blood was left on his arm. At this time, the God of Death was between the Scimitar King and Jing Nan, and the Scimitar King was dressed in rough air and stopped attacking.

The god of death turned around, glanced at Jing Nan, and said angrily, "Jing Nan!"

"Yo, what do you want me to do, it's none of the business with me. Jing Nan smiled and said, "Are you waiting for your helper?"

As he spoke, Jing Nan took out a mask from his arms, which was a dark green mask made of withered vines, with simple facial features outlined in black lacquer of molten iron, which belonged to the god of death. The moment the god of death saw this mask, he trembled and said, "You killed him?"

"No!" the god of death shook his head and said, "No way, we are connected by the gods, and I will definitely know about the death of one of them." ”

Jing Nan threw the mask at his feet and said, "Yes, the old man failed to kill him, this guy has the ability to teleport like you, and I can only tear off his mask." ”

The god of death nodded and said, "That's right, you don't have the ability to do this." ”

"No, quite the opposite. Jing Nan shrugged his shoulders and said, "I didn't choose to pursue this guy for a bigger goal, you guys hunt desolate beasts and use special methods to create desolate beast slaves, I have been investigating your affairs for a long time." ”

"It seems that we can't stay alive today. The god of death said coldly. He waved his hands and said coldly: "Today, the Scimitar tribe will be removed from the Great Wilderness Territory!"

"Hubris!" the Scimitar King's voice also turned cold. Said: "You are only one person, do you still want to destroy most of the scimitars?

"No, he's more than one, if I'm not mistaken. You have been fighting for so long, why haven't the scimitar people arrived yet, I think it's because an army of demon beasts has gathered outside, and your people are fighting with the demon **. Jing Nan calmly pulled out his Changhong sword from behind his back, wiped the blade with his sleeve, and said, "As for me, there is a fierce half-step tenth-order demon beast behind me, waiting for me to help, and cut off my head in an instant." ”

Jing Nan looked back suddenly, neither the God of Death nor the Scimitar King could see Jing Nan's movements clearly, only feeling that his body had turned into a phantom, and then, in an instant, there was a splash of blood. With a 'snap', a huge black creature fell to the ground, it was a strange-shaped insect creature, completely black, with two huge arm knives growing on its upper body, extremely sharp enough to cut its throat in an instant. The moment the demon beast fell to the ground, its body immediately split apart, and a large amount of blood spilled out of the cracks in the test questions.

In the blink of an eye, a half-step tenth-order demon beast died violently!

Jing Nan shook the sword in his hand and said, "If the information I got is correct, this demon beast was ordered to assassinate Luo Chen, but it was destroyed by a little girl, and since then it has been cultivating in your forbidden cave, until the broken leg heals again, and it will attack again with you." ”

The God of Death's body trembled a little, he didn't expect this Jing Nan to be so strong, this is a half-step tenth-order demon beast, a guy who is about to become a king, can fight three demon generals alone! But he was killed by Jing Nan in an instant! This is simply, the God of Death couldn't control his body, took three steps back, and said: "You know too much, but it doesn't matter, this is not a mystery in the first place, but a conquest." ”