If it is said that the strength of this fake Zhang Zifeng is as invincible as the god of war.

Then now the strength of this deity can be described as unfathomable.

The man looked at Zhang Zifeng in surprise and grabbed the face of the fake Zhang Zifeng with one hand, and his whole expression was full of shock.

"Smoke," Zhang Zifeng looked at the man.

The man trembled, he had long lost his previous calmness and arrogance, and obediently stepped forward to offer the half of the cigarette.

"Don't kill me, big brother, don't kill me, I was wrong, I don't want to die yet," said the imposter Zhang Zifeng.

Zhang Zifeng glanced at this guy and said lightly, "It's very simple not to kill you, tell me who the person who killed Xiaoyaozi is, why did he do this?" ”

The fake Zhang Zifeng was surprisingly cooperative, "It turns out that you still have a request for me, so let's do it, you let go of me first, and then let's talk slowly?" ”

"Okay," Zhang Zifeng let go.

Who knew that at this time, the impostor Zhang Zifeng suddenly sneered, turned around and took a step ten meters away, how terrifying his body was.

"No, he's going to run away," the man exclaimed.

"I can let you go, so I'm not afraid that you can escape," I saw Zhang Zifeng forming a sword finger with one hand, and using the five thunders of the extreme yang.

I saw a flash of white lightning piercing the void.

"Poof!"

With a miserable scream, the impostor Zhang Zifeng who flew high was under Zhang Zifeng's attack, and he had no power to resist at all, and the whole person fell to the ground heavily, limping and still trying to escape.

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you, now, tell me at once, or die!" Zhang Zifeng approached the fake Zhang Zifeng step by step.

At this moment, the impostor Zhang Zifeng completely lost his fighting spirit, waved his hand with a smile, and said bitterly, "It's no problem to tell you, but I'm afraid that you will not return." ”

"Now that he has the Mu family's divine sword and the treasure of the Yin and Yang family, no one will be his opponent."

"That's not what you should care about," Zhang Zifeng said, "You take me there," Zhang Zifeng grabbed the fake Zhang Zifeng and turned around to leave.

But at the moment when Zhang Zifeng turned around, a terrifying killing machine came behind him, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

Only to hear a cold, sacred female voice sound, "You can't take him away, I need him." ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure in a snow-white long skirt quietly came.

The man and the Seven Great Sword Slaves knelt down on one knee one after another, and said in awe, "Congratulations to the arrival of the Yang Sacrifice." ”

"Hey, hey, it looks like I'm still a sought-after commodity, beauty, what, do you like me too, or do you like this face?"

"Smack!"

Zhang Zifeng slapped the fake Zhang Zifeng in the face, and a scream burst out, and he still got up and spat out a mouthful of blood, smiling all over his face.

"He stole my Yin Yang family's things, I want him to go with me to get them back, and you don't have to do the rest!" Yang Priest's tone was calm, and her womanly magnetic voice reverberated in the secluded empty alley.

The man raised his head and said, "Mr. Zhang, my Yin and Yang Family's Yang Sacrifice has made a move, you can wait for the news." ”

He couldn't judge Zhang Zifeng's strength, but the level of Yang Sacrifice was already at the peak, and if she made a move, any difficulties would be solved.

When Zhang Zifeng heard this, he smiled faintly, "Beauty, you may not have figured out one thing, I did this because of a personal grudge, so I ......"

"I'm not interested in anything about your Yin and Yang family, I just want to find the person who killed my uncle, that's all."

"I said, you don't have to do the rest!"

"Boom!"

A strong wind swept by, Zhang Zifeng's expression froze, because he didn't know when, the yang sacrifice was slender, and the snow-white back actually appeared behind Zhang Zifeng, and at this time, the hazy beautiful eyes under the veil revealed disdain.

Zhang Zifeng stepped on his front foot, wanting to rob people.

But Nayang Sacrifice lightly held his hand, and suddenly several Qihua spears easily shook Zhang Zifeng back.

Seeing the man smiling here, sure enough, the yang sacrifice is the yang sacrifice, and the gap between her and Zhang Zifeng came out as soon as she made a move.

He suddenly felt that he was really stupid, and he would compare such a character as Nayang Sacrifice with Zhang Zifeng.

Inevitably, the man's tone returned to arrogance, and he said, "Mr. Zhang, think twice before acting." ”

Zhang Zifeng frowned, "Okay, no problem, if you're afraid that I will peep into your Yin and Yang family's treasure, I can not go, but you can't move the leader's order, because I want to." ”

stepped forward with his front foot, and suddenly a storm smashed out, which was Zhang Zifeng's return gift to just now.

The yang sacrifice under the veil was still calm, grabbed the fake Zhang Zifeng with one hand, and took off with one foot.

I only heard the sky stirring behind the ethereal spirit of the Yang Sacrifice, "Whatever you want." ”

Seeing this, the man stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhang, don't worry, any problem with the Yang Sacrifice will be solved, and I will wait here." ”

Zhang Zifeng glanced at the man coldly, turned around and sat down.

At this time, I only felt two unusual Qi coming in the distance.

"How's it going, did you find it?" A noble voice came, it was Bai Cangyue, the empress of the Bai family.

Behind her was the bald head Zhirou.

Zhang Zifeng said, "No need, let's just wait here." ”

"Wait?" Bai Cangyue glanced at the man and the Seven Great Sword Slaves, and chose to ignore it, "Who are you waiting for?" ”

The man said, "The Yang Sacrifice of my Yin and Yang family has already gone to arrest people, and with the speed of the Yang Sacrifice, I am alone in the world, and I believe that there will be results soon." ”

"Yang sacrifice?" Zhirou on the side suddenly changed her face, as if she was very afraid of these three words.

Zhang Zifeng stepped forward and teased, "What, what treasure did you steal from her Yin and Yang family?" ”

"Where, where," Zhirou waved her hand and said weakly, "That...... If there is nothing I will go first, with my modest way, I'm afraid it won't help much, goodbye! ”

After saying that, Zhirou stuck out her tongue and turned to leave.

But suddenly, just when Zhirou was about to flee, a gentle and evil man's voice sounded in the night.

"If even the little princess of my Yin and Yang family, Dao Xing, is called Weimo, then wouldn't my Yin sacrifice become a joke?"

I saw a man in a burgundy suit with an evil face suddenly appear, like a ghost.

He directly blocked Zhirou's way, and his natural alien pupils made him look bewitching and dangerous.

When the man saw this man, he remembered the Persian cat that had attacked him, gasped in fright, and fell to his knees in horror.

"Yin ...... Yin Sacrifice, why are you here," the man said tremblingly.

"I'm not coming, you guys of waste raised under the Yang Sacrifice Banner, I'm afraid you will never find my beautiful and lovely Shenyue, right?" Yin Sacrifice changed his gaze to Zhirou's gentleness, and his eyes were filled with a terrifying killing intent.

Suddenly, the man was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and trembled, "Yin...... Yin sacrifice spares life, the little one really doesn't know where Miss Shenyue is. ”

"Then your eyes are really useless, why don't you ...... How about digging it up? Yin Sacrifice smiled evilly.

"What, I ......" The man's face changed drastically, and he got up in horror to flee.

But in the next second, suddenly an afterimage slammed away, only to hear a scream, and the man covered his eyes and rolled on the ground with blood on his face.

And the Yin sacrifice was slender, and the slender hands were already drenched in blood.

Bai Cangyue frowned, even though she was the empress, but the cruel methods of this Yin sacrifice made her feel a trace of fear in her heart.

However, when she glanced at the calm Zhang Zifeng, Bai Cangyue's uneasiness gradually disappeared.

"My cute, charming little princess Shenyue, don't you admit it?" Yin Priest looked at Zhirou with a smile.

At this time, Zhirou, who had a gloomy face, clenched her fists and clenched her teeth.

Seeing this, Zhang Zifeng frowned, put his hands in his trouser pockets and didn't say anything.

"Since my dear little princess Shenyue didn't speak, then these seven dog minions are useless, just gouge out their eyes!"

The faces of the seven great sword slaves changed, and they trembled with fright, and when they saw this cruel and cold-blooded Yin Priest raise their hands to dig, suddenly Zhirou spoke.

"Presumptuous, you dare to make a mistake here, kneel down for me!"

Zhang Zifeng, Bai Cangyue, and the Seven Sword Slaves were stunned for a moment, and they all focused their eyes on Zhirou.