The fallen leaves in the sky shattered in the invisible sword qi in the sky.

This is an extremely profound and terrifying realm.

Twelve Yamas, twelve blades intertwined, oppressing everyone like a cold winter roar.

"Juggernaut?" The twelve Yamas asked in unison.

The Sword Saint frowned and said, "I can give you a chance to leave." ”

The twelve Yamas seemed to be transformed by one person, and they smiled in unison, drew their swords in unison, and even breathed in unison.

This strange and terrifying tacit understanding was one of the reasons why they had beaten those two back then.

Seeing this, the Sword Saint sighed, stretched out his hand and said calmly, "Apprentice, quickly bring the peachwood sword that is the teacher." ”

The apprentice who was hiding more than ten meters away was extremely frightened, and threw the peachwood sword out casually.

"Smack!"

The peachwood sword never fell into the hands of the Sword Master, but at his feet,

Suddenly, the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

Belch......

Zhang Zifeng, "......"

The Twelve Yamas, "......"

Juggernaut," ??? ”

"That...... Do you need me to pick it up for you," Zhang Zifeng said speechlessly.

"Then pick it up, you girl," the Sword Master smiled slightly, but said it through gritted teeth.

He was a dignified generation of sword saints, and he actually let himself, a rebel, lose face and lose face, and secretly swore that he must clean up the portal when he goes back.

"Big guy, give it," Zhang Zifeng quickly picked it up.

The peachwood sword fell, and suddenly the sword saint pointed directly at the twelve Yama Dao, "You still have one more chance." ”

"Have you ever seen the Twelve Yamas fear anyone?" The twelve Yamas said in unison.

The voice is not loud, but it is full of great confidence.

"Since that's the case, then I'm sorry," suddenly the Sword Saint stepped on his front foot, and with a wave of the peachwood sword in his hand, the person had already been killed.

The sword momentum of the twelve Yamas was really terrifying, and the terrifying sword qi intertwined and collided, forming a sword array.

Zhang Zifeng smiled slightly when he saw this, and said to the young man next to him, "Then look at it now, do you want to fight them?" ”

Although the young man was unwilling, he still said honestly, "No." ”

That's right, it's not that the boy will be weaker than any of the twelve Yamas, but these twelve Yamas are really terrifying when they join forces.

If you want to win against the world-famous twelve Yamas, you must ask someone who knows the sword.

Undoubtedly, on top of swordsmanship, the sword master deserves it.

Pick, scratch, borrow, stab, press!

The sword body stands with one hand, and the peachwood sword in one hand is a howling and simple, but those who know how to know it know that the power of each of his swords is great, and the pride of the sword momentum of each move.

But the twelve Yamas are also very terrifying, they are like a net of heaven and earth that shrinks freely.

No matter how superb your sword saint swordsmanship, you will definitely not be able to break my net.

Seeing this, the Sword Saint was a little big, not that he couldn't beat it, but he was aggrieved.

In such a strange sword formation, his strength can only be used at most seventy percent, this feeling is really aggrieved, and he can't help but breathe a little impetuous.

And at such an instant, the twelve Yamas, who were the best at seizing the opportunity, shouted, "Flaw! ”

Suddenly, the Twelve Yama Sword Formation changed, no longer focusing on consumption, but suddenly became an offensive, and the twelve afterimages seemed to burst out.

Twelve throwing knives broke through the flaws of the sword master's sword one after another.

If a master makes a move, a little mistake is death.

At this moment, the battle is decided?!

But suddenly, at this moment, the Sword Saint smiled and said, "Twelve Yamas, what I'm waiting for is now. ”

"What?" The Twelve Yamas were surprised.

I saw the peachwood sword in the sword master's hand swing out with one hand, letting out a long roar that broke through the air.

Suddenly, the terrifying Qi condensed in it, and with the strength of the Sword Saint, it was extremely terrifying.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't make it," the twelve Yamas refused to admit defeat, and the twelve flying knives collided.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the terrifying sword qi turned into a wind blade that cut through everything, emitting a piercing scream.

The battle was over.

"Heh, interesting," Zhang Zifeng smiled.

I saw that the twelve Yamas were all kneeling on the ground, and their faces were extremely pale.

And the Sword Master is still standing in place, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

"It is worthy of being a sword saint, there is no one before and after that sword intent just now," the twelve Yamas couldn't help but admire.

They never expected that they would fight with the Sword Master, and this time they were not fully prepared.

After all, these twelve sword formations were prepared for Zhang Zifeng.

At this time, their combat power has been greatly damaged, and it is already a fool's dream to want to use it perfectly again.

At this time, the shameless Zhang Zifeng pretended to stand up, and said, "Little rabbit, you dared to shout last time, come, let me see who is going to come up and fight with me." ”

The Twelve Yamas, "......"

"Hehe, I didn't expect that the strongest god of war in the legend is nothing more than that," the Twelve Yamas sneered, "If it weren't for the Sword Saint here today, you would definitely die." ”

"Then you're coming, why don't you come," a man provoked.

"Although my twelve Yamas have been defeated, I must have been a sword saint...... You're hurt, too. ”

They are ties.

Zhang Zifeng raised his eyebrows and looked back.

I only saw cold sweat flowing from the forehead of the Sword Saint who was standing with one hand and his waist straight, and the hand holding the sword was also trembling slightly.

Sure enough, the twelve Yamas are the twelve Yamas, and they are worthy of the terrifying existence that repelled the two descendants of the Ghost Valley back then.

"You...... You okay? Zhang Zifeng smiled bitterly.

"Shut up?"

The peachwood sword in the sword saint's hand waved, and the sword intent did not decrease but increased, seeing this situation, the face of the twelve Yamas changed greatly, and then he laughed at himself and said, "Sword Saint, I will fight with you another day." ”

After saying that, the twelve Yamas got up, put the twelve swords into their sheaths, and then looked at Zhang Zifeng and said, "If you are like a man, don't fight with us in a dignified manner." ”

"Okay, I'll fight you."

Zhang Zifeng smiled ruffianly and stretched out his hand to ask for a sword from the Sword Saint.

"Don't break it," the Juggernaut frowned.

The peachwood sword was handed, and Zhang Zifeng waved it casually.

Seeing this, the twelve Yamas smiled, and their confidence couldn't help but increase.

Zhang Zifeng's sword just now is enough to show that he is a layman.

"There's a kind!" The twelve Yamas shouted, and suddenly twelve swords came out, and the fierce sword qi in the sky formed an invisible net to cover it.

On the other hand, Zhang Zifeng has not changed at all, he is just laughing, and the gesture of holding the sword is also funny.

Seeing that he was holding a sword with both hands made the Twelve Yamas smile generously.

The Sword Master was also slightly stunned, it was the first time he had heard that someone had used a sword with both hands.

This is simply a disgrace to Longhu Qingshan and himself.

"Be careful, their twelve sword formations are for you," the Sword Master reminded helplessly.

As soon as the battle was fought, the Sword Master suffered a big loss, and there were at least seventy-seven and forty-nine kinds of killing changes in this sword array, and the fight was really embarrassing.

"I'm going to see how you break it," the Sword Master said secretly.

And Zhang Zifeng told him, and also told the Twelve Yamas.

With both hands clenched, the peachwood sword suddenly sliced through the air, making a burst of explosions that broke through the air.

Suddenly, the peachwood sword smashed the twelve sword formations.

Click!

The peachwood sword shattered at the sound.

"Hmph, don't insult the sword," the Twelve Yamas scoffed.

"Really?" Zhang Zifeng smiled slightly.

Suddenly, at this moment, the unthinkable happened.

The position of the twelve sword formations that had just been hit by Zhang Zifeng had changed slightly.

And this change is a moment, but it is enough.

Like before.

If a master makes a move, a mistake is death.

Although Zhang Zifeng does not use a sword, he can grasp this momentary weakness on the spot better than anyone else.

"A normal punch!"

Zhang Zifeng stepped on his front foot, and a punch without any bells and whistles smashed on this change.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the twelve sword formations were destroyed by a single punch effortlessly.

This move is really unreasonable.