The sword drawing technique is matched with the first-order state of the Ji family's bloodline.

The powerful force that erupted was naturally far beyond everyone's imagination.

The chameleon knife was instantly unsheathed, distorting and blurring in the air, erupting with incomparably terrifying power.

At that moment, the fifth asura stared wide-eyed, his face turned pale, and he made a terrible sound.

The chameleon knife stabbed directly in an instant.

But at this moment, suddenly a stick came in advance like lightning.

But this stick only deflected Zhang Zifeng's knife trajectory a little.

"Poof!"

There was a miserable scream from the fifth asura, only to see that his left arm was cut off by Zhang Zifeng.

"Ah, my arm, my arm!"

Garuda stepped on his feet, holding the iron rod with one hand and swept out in an instant, but Zhang Zifeng's speed and strength were completely qualitatively changed.

His stick made a breaking sound in the air, but Zhang Zifeng was just covered in hot mist, and his figure was slightly off, and he dodged it very easily.

Seeing this move, Garuda's face was solemn, and he retreated with the screaming Asura explosion, falling behind the eldest brother Tianzhong.

"Big brother, this kid has blood," Garuda looked at Zhang Zifeng with a gloomy face.

The big brother made a giggling grimace, and he smiled, and the Asura who was screaming just now also let out the same laugh, not caring about his own pain at all.

There is an indescribable weirdness here.

"Pretending to be a ghost," Zhang Zifeng said lightly.

Suddenly, the powerful bloodline aura of the Ji family spread out like a flame that could incinerate everything.

I only saw a white mist appear around the eight little ghosts, and disappeared into it with their terrifying and weird giggles in the canyon.

Zhang Zifeng frowned, pulled out the knife into the sheath, and looked around vigilantly.

The knife drawing technique can only be instantaneous once, and there are eight people on the other side.

For Zhang Zifeng, who can only make one move, it is extremely difficult for one person to face eight people.

He could have given up drawing his sword and used his fists to speak, and then his strength would have taken another qualitative leap.

It's just that Zhang Zifeng still rejected this idea.

Because he came here to improve his sword drawing skills with actual combat.

Because he remembered what Ji Xuanqi said, the chameleon knife would be his most powerful means in the future with the bloodline of Emperor Qi.

Zhang Zifeng swept around indifferently, only to see a white mist, but soon he smelled it, this was not a simple white mist, but a highly poisonous miasma.

It's a pity that Zhang Zifeng has the blood of the Ji family, and he is not soaked in poison.

And Gandapo, who is good at releasing poison, quickly realized this problem and said, "This kid has a ghost in his blood, and he is not afraid of my poison." ”

At this time, Ji Jiayuan in Zhang Zifeng's body was galloping like a wild horse on the loose, and the miasma poison that Zhang Zifeng inhaled was suppressed in an instant.

"Little brother, his eight little ghosts are strong with their strength, and they can chase the powerhouses of the God Realm, can you hold on!"

On the cliff, the middle-aged uncle frowned, although he saw that Zhang Zifeng was extraordinary, but when he saw this young man being besieged at this time, he was a little worried.

Until the white mist, Zhang Zifeng said leisurely behind him, "Uncle, take care of yourself, just so I can use these eight people to practice." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged uncle was silent and slowly closed his eyes.

Because he wants to use the best state to face the sword demon eight masters in the blood coffin.

"Boy, you are so arrogant, you dare to ask us to practice, you are the first," came the cold laughter of the heavenly crowd in the air.

The laughter was so loud that it was impossible to detect the exact location of the eight people.

Zhang Zifeng still maintained the posture of sinking his body and drawing a knife.

From the age of sixteen, he faced death, and death faced him.

At this moment, even if the situation was unfavorable to him, he did not show the slightest emotion.

He is like a chameleon knife in his hand sharp, decisive, cold and ruthless!

He is like a strong, intelligent hunter who looks at the throat of his prey and strikes a fatal blow.

Suddenly, the white mist on the right side was suddenly shaken open by a strong wind, and I saw the sticks like dragons, which instantly pierced towards Zhang Zifeng's head.

One word, quick!

Zhang Zifeng still didn't have any expression, his head was just in the most extreme state, and suddenly the knife drawing technique showed like a hunter's minions.

Naga Ruiluo was shocked by Zhang Zifeng's reflexes.

"Huh!"

The chameleon turned into lightning and went out.

"Poof!"

I heard only a muffled grunt and the sound of sticks falling to the ground.

At this time, on the cliff, although the middle-aged uncle closed his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He can't see, but he has a very keen sense of hearing.

It is clear that the sixth Garuda is injured, and the injury is not light.

This is also thanks to Zhang Zifeng who is not good at using cold weapons, if he launched it by himself just now, I am afraid that Asura and Garuda are already a corpse.

And the eight little ghosts also saw Zhang Zifeng's problem.

The cold voices of the heavens stirred in the thick white mist, like whispers from hell.

"This kid can only draw a knife, and he is a novice, everyone goes together, his knife drawing technique can only be launched once, take advantage of the gap to give me a thousand cuts!"

The eight little ghosts haven't been so embarrassed for a long time, and they actually deal with a kid, and the eight of them want to shoot together.

Suddenly, I only saw eight afterimages jumping out of the white mist, with the powerful strength of the Dragon Peak Realm Great Zhou Tian, with the tacit cooperation of the eight little ghosts.

"Now how do you deal with it?" The middle-aged uncle slowly opened his eyes.

He had to admit that Zhang Zifeng was indeed very interesting and strong, but the limitations of the knife drawing technique were too great.

Especially when facing the power of one person and facing many people, this weakness will be infinitely magnified.

And Zhang Zifeng answered him this question.

For the first day, all the fist techniques came suddenly, and the ground suddenly sank, but Zhang Zifeng still maintained his full concentration on drawing his sword, relying on the powerful power of the first order of the Ji family's bloodline, and instantly dodged it.

"What's the situation with this kid's bloodline, just like a physical martial artist, his speed and strength are far superior to ours!" The heavens gritted their teeth.

Suddenly, the eight people besieged it again, but Zhang Zifeng relied on the perverted speed given by the first order of the Ji family's bloodline, and the eight people couldn't catch up at all.

"Stinky boy, are you going to keep running away, your bloodline shouldn't last long, right?"

Zhang Zifeng didn't answer, and the figure dodged frantically, leading the eight people to the mountain.

He kept telling himself that he had to get used to the presence of the knife.

As time went by, the enemies Zhang Zifeng faced became stronger and stronger.

Although the fist is currently stronger, it can face a real master, and it has limitations after all.

Therefore, he still did not give up the knife drawing technique, but chose to change the fighting style of the past and started a guerrilla war.

"Stinky boy, come and fight us, you coward!" The eight little ghosts chased Zhang Zifeng for several miles in this ghost place, and finally came to a dense forest.

At night, in the dense and windtight forest, Zhang Zifeng could no longer be seen.

Seeing this, the faces of the eight little ghosts changed, and they suddenly woke up and looked at each other.

They seem to have killed the red eye, and they have been tricked.

I only heard the expressions of the heavenly people sink, and said, "It's not good, this is not suitable for us to fight, retreat, and protect the eighth master!" ”

But it was already too late.

Because in the next moment, a flash of black lightning swept in, and when the heavens turned their heads, a trace of blood splashed on his face.

I only saw Asura's frightened eyes widen when his left arm was seriously injured, and his mouth seemed to be saying something.

But in the next second, the person's head was in a different place, and he fell to the ground and died.

When the Tianzhong people looked up with a chill, they saw a black shadow standing on the treetops, and a pair of blood-red eyes looked at everyone like a cheetah.

He had an eerie smile like a hunter.