The left and right wings of the human king clan have two god realm peak powerhouses.

One is the "Sword Demon Eighth Master" who everyone is afraid of and talks about! ”

One is the little-known "Sword Emperor Great Sage, Ah San!" ”

The middle-aged uncle said, "That Sword Demon Eighth Master has eight dragon peak realm powerhouses under his hands, also known as the eight little ghosts, do you know the origin of these eight little ghosts?" ”

Where did Zhang Zifeng go.

The middle-aged uncle laughed and said, "The head of the little ghost Jianghu is known as the heavens, this person is extremely strong, and he is good at melee boxing. ”

"The second in line is called the landlord, and he is good at kicking skills."

"The old Sanyaksha, good at assassination!"

"The fourth old man is good at using poison!"

"The fifth oldest asura, good at using a sword!"

"The sixth Caluda is good at sticks!"

"The seventh in the ranks, Jinnaro, has a strong body of muscles and iron bones."

"Just the old eight Shakya, I heard that he was born as a monk and has Shaolin eight stunts, although this person's strength rarely appears, but it is not good at all."

At this time, the two of them looked at the middle of the canyon from a distance, and the eight people in the blood coffin seemed to have no life, standing upright in place.

The night breeze is indescribably weird.

Zhang Zifeng was confused when he heard this, glanced at the middle-aged uncle, and said, "What do you want to express after telling me so much?" ”

The middle-aged uncle smiled and said, "That's it, uncle, I don't want to waste my excess physical strength on these eight people, you go and lure them away, this sword demon eighth master will let me come to the meeting." ”

Zhang Zifeng raised his eyebrows, "Why did you let you come, why didn't you bring in these eight little ghosts?" ”

The middle-aged uncle smiled, "Uncle has long wanted to be famous, so what if you give me this opportunity, if I can beat him today, I won't forget your goodness if I become famous." ”

Zhang Zifeng said without thinking, "I'm not interested, I'll come here for this Sword Demon Eighth Master, and you will fight the Eight Little Devils." ”

"Are you stubborn, do you think you can beat that sword demon eighth master?"

"You're not much better off as a six-grade swordsman," Zhang Zifeng said leisurely.

Hearing this, the middle-aged uncle smiled awkwardly.

And suddenly, when the two were arguing, I don't know if there was too much movement, the eight little ghosts opened their eyes almost at the same time, looking at their slender eyes like mouse.

Suddenly, the eight people showed a weird laugh, only to hear an old and hoarse voice from the blood coffin, "There are friends from afar, it's very happy, two friends come out." ”

"Come on, it's okay now, the plan is in vain," the middle-aged uncle smiled bitterly, stood up, stared at the bloody coffin condescendingly, and said, "Old monster, I'm here, I didn't expect you to be dead." ”

"Is that him?" The head of the eight little ghosts, a trace of surprise flashed on the faces of the heavenly beings, followed by anger.

"The dignified Sword Emperor and the Great Sage are not dead, how dare my Sword Demon Eighth Master take the first step, I haven't seen Ah San for a long time, I didn't expect you to be alive," In the blood coffin, the hoarse voice carried a hint of mockery.

"The Great Sage of the Sword Emperor?" Zhang Zifeng glanced at the middle-aged uncle, and said in a somewhat skeptical tone, "You are also a lackey of the human king clan?" ”

Ah San took out the wine gourd and drank it in a big gulp, and then smiled and said, "I used to be called the Great Sage of the Sword Emperor, but now my name is Ah San, and I am just a six-grade swordsman." ”

The sharp voices of the heavenly beings sounded in the night, "It's really ridiculous that the dignified Sword Emperor Great Sage has become like this now." ”

Ah San showed his white teeth, stepped out with his front foot, held the snow-white knife with one hand, and sneered, "That old ghost of your family is no better, isn't it that bloody coffin to continue his life now?" ”

"You're looking for death!" The faces of the celestial people sank.

Obviously, there was an unknown infighting about the Renwang clan back then.

That's about the past of the Sword Demon Eighth Master and the Sword Emperor Great Sage Ah San.

The whole Renwang clan is still vividly remembered in that battle, and the two fought for seven days and seven nights in a bloody battle, almost razing the entire forest to the ground.

In the end, the Sword Emperor Great Sage Ah San was beaten so that Qi Hai was almost shattered, and his cultivation did not retreat, but retreated.

Once a peak powerhouse of the God Realm, and now Xiao Zhou Tian of the Dragon Peak Realm, is also his limit.

And the Eighth Master of the Sword Demon is not comfortable, since the last time his Qi Hai was overpowered by the Sword Emperor Great Sage Ah San, he is still in danger, and most of the time he stays in that blood coffin.

At this time, it can be regarded as a new hatred, and the old hatred will be resolved today.

Seeing the powerful killing machine of the Sword Emperor Great Sage Ah San, it was like the sky collapsing, the Milky Way pouring down, and the wind was raging, rolling up the cold fog in the sky.

"The Great Sage of the Sword Emperor is the Great Sage of the Sword Emperor, even if it is only the strength of Xiao Zhou Tian in the realm of the peak of the dragon now, when the white bone great sword shakes hands, it can produce such a terrifying killing machine."

Ah San stood proudly, he didn't think about leaving when he came here today.

The enmity of the past is almost coming to an end today.

"Stinky boy!" Ah San didn't go to see Zhang Zifeng, but said it to him.

"What for?" Zhang Zifeng carried a chameleon knife and stood side by side.

"I'm here to take revenge today, please help me and help me drag these eight little ghosts."

"You may die," Zhang Zifeng said calmly.

"You and I meet in Pingshui, recognize people with knives, if Ah San is buried here today, you can take this white bone knife, it can be regarded as a thank you gift," Ah San said calmly.

Zhang Zifeng glanced at the white bone broadsword, felt that this transaction was not a loss, and said, "Okay, then you'd better die, otherwise I'll lose a lot." ”

After saying that, he only saw Zhang Zifeng stepping on his front foot, jumping down high, looking at the eight little ghosts, and said leisurely, "If you don't want to die, get out of the way, I'll open the way for my uncle!" ”

The eight little ghosts glanced at each other and looked at Zhang Zifeng with a suspicious expression, as if they were looking at an idiot.

When the world sees him eight little ghosts, which one is not scared, this is the first time I have seen someone who is not afraid of death.

A strange smile appeared on the ugly faces of the Celestials, "Boy, do you know how good we are?" ”

"That's not going to get out of the way?" Zhang Zifeng calmly drew his knife and dragged the floor.

"Kill him!" The celestials looked at the sword-wielding asura path.

Asura sneered, and the long sword in his hand was pulled out, and his whole body was blood-red, as if it was poured with blood.

As soon as the stabbing sword came out, the blood soared to the sky, and the fifth Asura swung out the sword casually, which was a powerful killing machine.

"A sword is enough!"

After saying that, the fifth Asura put away his sword, and his attention was not on this kid who didn't even have Qi Hai at all.

For him, he is just a stunned young man who is not afraid of death.

But......

The moment Asura retracted his sword, he suddenly frowned again.

Why, because the sword he swung out at random seemed to disappear into the light of the dark abyss, and he couldn't startle any movement.

I saw that Zhang Zifeng was still standing in place, looking at the fifth Asura with a playful expression.

"This kid! There are ghosts," the fifth Asura looked stunned, and he was very dissatisfied that Zhang Zifeng could dodge his sword.

Suddenly, he let out a sharp and strange laugh, like a hellish ghost, and his figure turned into an afterimage and plundered away like a ghost, and in the air, the bloody sword in his hand stabbed out like a long dragon, and the powerful impact made a sound explosion.

The particular thing is a fast!

But Zhang Zifeng was faster, and the blood sword stabbed with a strong force, only to see Zhang Zifeng's body suddenly sink, and the chameleon knife in his hand suddenly slashed hard.

The slash was so ordinary, it looked like a child playing with sticks.

There is no skill, no beauty.

A stab, a slash, a sword.

collided in an instant, and the old five Asura sneered, "A hairy boy who doesn't have the sea of Qi, dare to fight me?" ”

He was laughing, laughing at the ignorance of the kid in front of him.

As everyone knows, Zhang Zifeng also smiled slightly.

He also laughed at the ignorance of the old five asuras.

The chameleon knife instantly slashed at the Asura Blood Sword, and suddenly burst out with powerful destructive power.

Asura's face changed, and he exclaimed, "This kid has so much strength!" ”

In the next second, his whole person's center of gravity was unstable, and he was slashed by this extremely ordinary person, and he lost his center of gravity.

By the time he realized that something was wrong with the kid in front of him, it was too late.

Because I don't know when, Zhang Zifeng has already made a gesture of drawing the knife.

I saw Zhang Zifeng spit out a mouthful of hot white mist, and his skin became red, like a boiled crab.

When the fifth Asura and Zhang Zifeng looked at each other, they clearly felt the terrifying blood breath.

"Ji family bloodline, first order, sword drawing technique!"

Suddenly, Zhang Zifeng launched.