"Two fools, be careful. ”

"Xiaoxue, back to defense. ”

Feeling the four powerful breaths in the void, Zhang Qingfeng immediately gave the order to return to defense.

The powerhouse of the Nine Realms, Zhang Qingfeng is not afraid, but after all, the little black dragon only has the Seven Realms, no matter how strong the combat power is, it can't withstand the full strength of the powerhouses of this realm.

Almost at the same time as the little black dragon retreated, a black giant hammer slammed into the direction she had just left, and due to the hammer smashing into the air, the remaining strength of the hammer head smashed to the ground, and together with the houses on the ground, a large pit with a radius of 100 meters was deeply blasted.

"Lord Qingdi, you can't escape. ”

The voice of the Black Witch Emperor rang out again.

"What you see now are the four ancestors of our clan who have been in seclusion for thousands of years, and in the history of our clan, no one has ever escaped the siege of the four of them. ”

"Hold your hands and stop struggling. ”

Zhang Qingfeng's face sank like water, and when he heard the voice of the young emperor, the corners of his mouth rose, and a proud coldness appeared in the depths of his eyes.

He didn't respond soundly, but took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, his arms slowly extended, and as his open arms began, swords began to fly out from his sleeves.

One, two, three, five......

Hundreds of swords of all kinds are like swimming fish jumping out of the water, one after the other, covering the sky and the sun, in a way that seems chaotic, but in fact implies a certain law, some are suspended in the air, some are inserted into the ground, some are pointed in front of them, and some pierce the void, turning the space within a radius of a thousand meters into a sea of swords.

"Ten Thousand Swords Array?"

An old voice came from the void in the south, "I just don't know how powerful it is compared to the Eastern Saint of Sword Immortal City back then." ”

The voice spoke the lingua franca of the mainland, and from the intonation, it was familiar and fluent, and there was no stiff feeling at all.

A strange laugh came from the western sky, "Chatter, how can anyone use the Ten Thousand Swords Array? Not to mention that he is only one person." ”

A hoarse sigh came from the eastern sky, "Let's do it, even if it is the Eastern Saint, won't it die in our hands?"

The voices of the three of them came into the ears of Zhang Qingfeng's master and servant word for word, and the little black dragon was okay to say, he didn't know what the Eastern Saint of Sword Immortal City was, but the fat monk's face showed a look of disbelief in shock.

Dongfang Sheng, that was a kendo genius who was an era earlier than Zhang Qingfeng thousands of years ago, the top powerhouse in the mainland, before Zhang Qingfeng's rise, he had the title of the first master in the mainland, and he was known as the only powerhouse in the Nine Realms who had the strength to fight with the saint.

It's just that he suddenly disappeared for some reason, and there was no news of him in the five regions of the continent.

There are many rumors about the mysterious disappearance of Dongfang Saint in the mainland, and the most widely circulated and convincing is that he has transcended the saint and ascended to the heavenly realm.

Who would have thought that after more than a thousand years, in the deepest part of the Black Water Swamp, the imperial city of the Black Witch Clan, he actually got the news of the Oriental Saint, who was known as the Sword Immortal back then, and what is even more incredible is that he did not soar, but died under the siege of these four mysterious Black Witch Clan powerhouses!

When Zhang Qingfeng, who had always been as calm as water, heard the words 'Dongfang Sheng', the expression on his face also showed disbelief and surprise.

He flicked his arms, and as soon as the last two short swords flew out of their cuffs, they plunged deep into the ground beneath his feet.

"Dongfang senior, it turned out that he died in your hands?"

Zhang Qingfeng looked at the ink-black void, and his face showed such a sudden look.

"Yes, boy, listening to your tone, do you know that fool who doesn't know what to do?" asked the powerful man of the Dark Witch Clan in the West.

"Idiot?"

Zhang Qingfeng smiled dejectedly and turned his head to look at the west.

"Maybe everything is providential, since you are the executioner who killed Shizun, then I can't let you live, I can't talk about revenge, just the word 'fool' you just said, you have to die today!"

"Master, are you an apprentice of the Eastern Sage?" asked the strong man of the Dark Witch Clan in the south.

"It's a pity that I couldn't do the disciple's ceremony in person. ”

Zhang Qingfeng's voice was very low at this point, and even the little black dragon fat monk didn't hear it clearly.

Thousands of years ago, the cultivation world of the mainland only knew that Zhang Qingfeng opened the gate of heaven with a sword, and his swordsmanship attainments reached the peak, but they didn't know whose inheritance his swordsmanship came from.

There is no shortage of peerless geniuses in the cultivation world who have achieved self-cultivation, Zhang Qingfeng does not mention it, others can only classify him as this kind of heavenly pride, which also adds more mystery to his strength.

But only a few people know that Zhang Qingfeng has a master.

To be precise, the reason why he was able to be unparalleled in kendo was because he got a person's cultivation experience.

That person was the city lord of the Sword Immortal City in the Middle Domain, the Eastern Saint.

It was only when Zhang Qingfeng accidentally entered Dongfang Sheng's secret cultivation place and got the cultivation record that Dongfang Sheng had already disappeared, so he regretted not being able to perform the disciple's gift in person.

Zhang Qingfeng can't talk about any feelings for Dongfang Sheng, after all, the two have never even met.

But as a master who indirectly instructed him in swordsmanship, Zhang Qingfeng would never allow others to humiliate him with any insulting words, just like this strong man of the Black Witch Clan, since he has been killed by you, why should he speak disrespectfully, and use this kind of words that will only be on the lips of market hooligans to insult a strong man of the Tianmen Realm?

Therefore, after Zhang Qingfeng said this sentence to himself, his first target was the mysterious master who guarded the West.

Facing the powerhouse of the Nine Realms, Zhang Qingfeng didn't dare to hold it up, he flicked his sleeve robe, and a two-foot-long short sword flew out of the sword array, dragging a fiery red flame tail, and disappeared into the void in the west.

After two breaths, there was a sudden sound of a cloth tearing thorn in the western sky, followed by an angry roar, and a hundred-meter-long dagger fell towards the top of Zhang Qingfeng's head!

Zhang Qingfeng's eyes flickered with coldness, the sleeves of his robe trembled again, and what flew out this time was a white jade-colored thin sword, which was made of jade, and the decorative value was far greater than the practical value, and the jade-colored sword was in a posture that rolled before spun to meet the dagger in mid-air.

Click!

With a crisp sound of glass shattering, the dagger less than a kilometer away from Zhang Qingfeng was like fragile rice paper meeting scissors in front of the jade sword, shattering in an instant, and the jade sword flew forward with a slight castration, and then flew into the void in the distance at a faster speed.

There was another angry roar, and countless points of light suddenly lit up in the western void, these points of light were like the tail of light left by a meteor cutting through the night sky, and like a swarm of fireflies dancing in the night, and the next moment, it turned into a sharp blade of light and descended on Zhang Qingfeng's head.