"Brother, are you still not allowed to kill?"

Seeing this scene, the little black dragon pouted and looked at Zhang Qingfeng.

"Don't kill, damn-, kill me!"

Zhang Qingfeng took a sip, his eyes showed a fierce light, he poked the five-meter-long stick to the ground, and pulled out a big knife from the storage ring.

This knife is a bit long, more than thirty meters long!

The shape is also a bit weird - only the blade has no handle!

And the blade of the knife is even more wide and terrifying, just like half a city gate board, and the back of the knife is half a foot thick!

Such a big knife, let alone used to cut people, is used to smash people, below the six realms, I am afraid that few can carry it.

After taking out the blade, Zhang Qingfeng pulled out the iron rod and twisted it on the buttocks of the knife, only to hear a thin sound of tension springs, and the iron rod was connected with the blade!

Seeing this, the fat monk realized that the iron rod that Zhang Qingfeng took out before was just the handle of this big knife!

In shock, the fat monk suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened suddenly, and before he could speak, Zhang Qingfeng had already thrown the assembled 40-meter-long big knife over.

And then. ”

The fat monk hurriedly stretched out his hands to take the knife, and when the big knife was in his hands, his arms sank, and his feet instantly fell into the ground more than three inches deep!

With the handle and the blade, this knife weighs 10,000 catties!

"Wan Jun, it's really the Sword Saint's Wan Jun Battle Knife!"

Grabbing the handle of the knife in his hand, the fat monk's guess in his heart was also confirmed, and the fat on his face trembled with surprise and joy.

"From now on, this knife is yours. Zhang Qingfeng's gaze fell on the surging warriors of the Dark Witch Clan in front of him, and said coldly: "Before entering the city, I don't want to see anyone blocking the road. ”

"Okay!"

The fat monk was overjoyed, carrying the blade of the strongest man in the continent thousands of years ago, and strode forward.

This time, it wasn't the Dark Witch who made the first move.

The fat monk who finally let go of the battle did not give them the opportunity to shoot first, the 40-meter big knife was round, and the killing range exceeded 100 meters, when the spiritual power in the fat monk's body was poured into the hilt, the knife spit out on the tip of the knife was twenty or thirty meters, that is to say, after the big knife was unfolded in the fat monk's hand, the range of nearly 200 meters completely became a forbidden place of death!

King Kong was angry and killed thousands of miles.

Between heaven and earth, I saw the sword light into a waterfall, the flesh and blood into rain, and the Black Witch Clan warriors didn't even have time to scream, so they were twisted into meat sauce by the vertical and horizontal knife qi.

The full strength of the powerhouses of the Eight Realms is enough to move mountains and reclaim the sea, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Zhang Qingfeng took the hand of the little black dragon, followed behind the fat monk, fought a bloody way among the black witch warriors, and went straight to the imperial city!

The chant of the Dark Witch wizard's spell finally sounded.

Hundreds of black vines suddenly appeared from the fat monk's feet, and they wrapped around the fat monk's legs like poisonous snakes.

The fat monk's body stagnated slightly, and a golden aura visible to the naked eye poured into his legs from Huihai, and those black vines containing highly poisonous ones instantly shattered and turned into powder.

"Peng!"

The fat monk raised his leg and stepped lightly, and the black vines that had just emerged from the ground around him instantly withered.

A shrill chant rang out.

The ground under the fat monk suddenly drilled out more than a dozen black spears with a metallic luster, which was an extremely powerful earth spear technique in black witchcraft, specializing in breaking the aura of protecting the body.

"Insect carving skills. ”

With a cold snort of disdain, the fat monk's legs shook, and these ground spears broke off one after another like shattered ice picks and scattered all over the ground.

A deep, high-pitched chant came from the northeast.

The ground beneath the fat monk's feet suddenly turned into a swamp, and his body sank uncontrollably into the ground. This is the Ground Trapping Technique in Dark Witchcraft, and judging from the scope of the swamp, the strength of the Dark Wizard who performs this spell should not be underestimated.

"Up!"

The fat monk, who was already halfway into his body, let out a low roar, and his body began to expand rapidly, like a balloon that had been blown up, and it slowly floated up from the swamp unbelievably.

This scene can scare the Black Witch warriors on both sides enough, you know, the fat monk is still holding a 10,000-pound big knife in his hand, and his floatation technique, which seems to be easy on the surface, actually has a buoyancy of tens of thousands of catties!

In short, in a nutshell.

The fat monk's way forward is full of dangers, and every step he takes has to carry down several powerful black witch clan spells, and fortunately he has practiced the incorruptible body of King Kong, otherwise, if he is replaced by other masters of the Eight Realms, even if he does not die, he will be disabled.

The broadsword flew and danced out a series of sky-high tornadoes.

Behind the fat monk, Zhang Qingfeng took the little black dragon and walked forward in a hurry, although his lips could not see any opening and closing movements, in fact, through the idea of the contract, he was explaining to the little black dragon the name and origin of the overwhelming black witchcraft.

In the blink of an eye, the distance of more than ten miles was left behind, and it was less than twenty miles away from the Imperial City of the Black Witch Clan.

The surrounding Dark Witch warriors were losing ground one after another, and the endless Dark Witchcraft began to weaken and decrease.

Obviously, under the repeated onslaught just now, the dark wizard's mana has also generated a large amount of consumption, and it is no longer possible to organize the intensive attack at the beginning.

On the other hand, the fat monk, although the clothes on his body have been soaked with sweat, his face is ruddy, his eyes are shining, and the speed of the 40-meter big knife in his hand has not decreased but increased, and the speed of progress has also increased.

Zhang Qingfeng made it clear that before he arrived at the city gate, he didn't want anyone to block his progress, and the fat monk who had always been obedient to him, even if he put his life in, he would complete the important task of opening the way.

The fat monk took the lead, and the tens of thousands of black witch warriors he killed were defeated one after another, and those dark wizards who were hiding behind were recovering their mana while sending a signal for help to the city.

In the blink of an eye, it advanced another five miles.

When they arrived here, as they got closer and closer to the imperial city, all the Black Witch warriors who knew that they were also sent to death retreated to both sides, and no one dared to rush up to kill themselves, and the speed of the fat monk's sword dance also slowed down.

At this moment, a black wooden boat suddenly rose in the imperial city not far away, and at the bow of the boat, there were more than a dozen wizards in red robes, and the one in the middle was a golden-robed wizard.

"The court's witch group is here!"

Seeing the black wooden boat, there was a cheer from the dark witch warriors around him, and when his eyes fell on the fat monk again, his eyes were like looking at a dead man.

The fat monk's broadsword-wielding arm stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the black wooden boat that was slowly flying, and a fanatical battle intent gradually emerged in his eyes, the wizard on the wooden boat was very strong, especially the golden-robed wizard, who actually gave the fat monk an invisible threat, which means that he has at least the strength of the human martial arts of the Eight Realms!

"Eight realms?"

The fat monk sneered, and the aura in his body suddenly began to skyrocket, and the rapidly expanding aura energy distorted the surrounding space!

"Give it to me, open!"

With a burst of shouts, the fat monk suddenly rose into the air, and in mid-air, he held the handle of the knife with both hands, and slashed at the wooden boat in front of him!