A frightened and frightened roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The Black Prison Ghost King never dreamed that Zhang Qingfeng, who had been eroded by most of his body by the Black Prison Ghost Qi, could still use a sword, and he sacrificed hundreds of thousands of flying swords with a single move!

Others may not understand, how can the Black Prison Ghost King not know the terrifying ghost aura in Zhang Qingfeng's body.

The Black Hell Ghost Qi corroded the body first, and severely damaged the soul last, but the most terrifying thing about it was the destruction of the meridians and Huihai in the cultivator's body!

Most of the meridians on Zhang Qingfeng's body have been destroyed, which means that his spiritual qi is not as good as before, and the pain that directly acts on his soul makes it impossible for him to invoke the power of the rules as he usually does, but it turns out that the Black Prison Ghost King miscalculated.

Zhang Qingfeng could not only use the power of the rules, but he could even get rid of the Black Prison Ghost Qi in his body! This result made the Black Prison Ghost King completely unable to believe his eyes.

"No!"

The frightened Black Prison Ghost King looked up to the sky and roared, looking at the flying sword flying in all directions, the qi in his body exploded, completely ignoring the pain of the flying sword piercing, the huge bear claw was hard at Zhang Qingfeng!

Click!

There was a roar in the void, and the flying sword in the sky suddenly stopped, as if someone had used a fixed spell.

"Space Confinement?!"

Zhang Qingfeng's pupils contracted sharply, and he felt as if his whole person was being grabbed by an invisible big hand, let alone moving, even breathing became difficult.

This is the most powerful force of space rules - space confinement!

Once unleashed, everything within a radius of ten miles will be sealed in its place.

With Zhang Qingfeng's current ability, it is not difficult to break the shackles of this rule, and it only takes a breath of time to break it. After all, he is also one of the comprehension of the rules of space.

But for a powerhouse of the level of the Black Hell Ghost King, not to mention a breath, even the blink of an eye can change the outcome of a battle, since he imprisoned himself, how could he let go of this opportunity to kill?

Sure enough, seeing that the power of the rules took effect, a thin golden figure suddenly floated out of the heart of the Black Prison Ghost King's huge bear body, and this inverted figure held a sharp knife in each hand and stabbed at Zhang Qingfeng's chest!

The spatial confinement not only imprisoned Zhang Qingfeng's body, but also imprisoned his spiritual qi, seeing the oncoming sharp knife, he knew that he couldn't dodge, he could only resist, and although most of the black prison ghost qi on the chest of this body was removed, the wound did not heal, and in the face of this killer knife, Zhang Qingfeng was categorically unable to resist.

But the physical body can't stop it, but the golden body can!

Almost at the same time as the Black Prison Ghost King's golden body came out of his body, Zhang Qingfeng's Huihai suddenly lit up with a ball of white light, and a golden villain who looked exactly like Zhang Qingfeng's appearance and figure, but was only five inches tall, flew out of his body!

The villain held a miniature sword in his hand, and rushed straight up against the golden body of the Black Hell Ghost King!

The two golden bodies collided together in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of moves were exchanged, and the raging energy frenzy twisted the flying swords suspended in mid-air within a radius of a thousand meters into piles of iron filings, although Zhang Qingfeng's golden body was less than half of the Black Prison Ghost King, but the combat power was amazing, and the approaching opponent was defeated and retreated, although no one could see the moves of the two golden bodies clearly, from the muffled snort of the Black Prison Ghost King, the strength of the victory and defeat could be judged.

Zhang Qingfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, half of the breath time had passed, as long as he survived these last few moments, once his body regained his freedom, it would not be so easy for the Black Hell Ghost King to run again.

However, just as Zhang Qingfeng was ready to launch the final blow, a crack suddenly cracked in the space three hundred meters behind him, and a handsome, slender young figure walked out of the crack.

This young figure appeared silently, he held a black dagger in his hand, and as soon as he stepped forward, he landed behind Zhang Qingfeng, and the dagger in his hand stabbed out silently in the back of his heart.

This blow is the real killer move.

The young man's cultivation is profound, his movements are smooth, he is obviously a veteran who is proficient in assassination, and the dagger in his hand is a priceless quasi-artifact, and the seven defense-breaking runes attached to it are enough to break through the defenses of any armor, let alone flesh and blood.

But this knife did not stab Zhang Qingfeng.

It had barely stabbed half of it when it was stopped by a purple-gold skeleton covered in black air.

The skeleton is no more than half a meter tall, but anyone who sees it will feel like they are facing a mountain, and it is unbreakable.

"Are you waiting?"

The skeleton spoke, its black eyes staring at the young man, and its voice was filled with disdainful indifference.

"The king of a country actually attacked?"

The young man was none other than the emperor of the Black Witch Clan, since Zhang Qingfeng was trapped by the four ancestors, he had never appeared again, and after more than two months, he actually appeared in front of Zhang Qingfeng again with a sneak attack!

The young Black Witch Emperor looked at the skeleton behind Zhang Qingfeng with a shocked expression, even if he was well-read, he couldn't figure out what kind of magic weapon this skeleton was for a while.

No, it's not a magic weapon!

It is impossible for the magic weapon to have the same breath as Zhang Qingfeng's body, let alone make the same sound as him, this is clearly his golden body! But if the skeleton is a golden body, then what is the golden man who fought with the golden body of the Black Hell Ghost King?

The young emperor couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have time to think about it.

The must-kill blow failed, and he had to evacuate as soon as possible, otherwise, with his cultivation strength, facing Zhang Qingfeng head-on, he would definitely die!

As soon as he thought of this, the young emperor turned around and ran, and at the same time as he turned around, a spatial door suddenly opened in the space behind him, and half of his foot had already stepped into the door!

But that's about it.

The young emperor's other leg was suddenly grabbed by a small hand, and the body that had entered the door of space was forcibly pulled out, and then, a white light flashed, and a white bone Cen Cen's hand claw thrust into the young emperor's heart with a pop.

"Uh......"

The young emperor's eyes suddenly widened, his handsome and good-looking face began to distort, and his whole body suddenly began to dry up like a stabbed raft, and in just a moment, it turned into a withered yellow human skin, drifting away with the wind.

Absorbing the essence blood of the young emperor, the wound on Zhang Qingfeng's chest began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when the Black Prison Ghost King on the opposite side saw this scene, he suddenly lost his fighting intent, and turned around and wanted to escape, but how could Zhang Qingfeng, who had recovered his free body, give him a chance to escape? With his thoughts, the flying sword in the sky turned into thousands of brilliant and colorful streamers and stabbed over.

"Roar!"

The Black Hell Ghost King let out a beast-like roar, and a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in his body, and in the black mist, a ten-meter-long, three-meter-high tiger phantom swooped towards Zhang Qingfeng!

Zhang Qingfeng snorted coldly, a sword light flew out of his sleeve, and the tiger formed by the black mist was suddenly split into two, taking advantage of this extremely short hesitation, the Black Hell Ghost King had already escaped five miles away, and was rushing straight towards the black clouds in the sky, and his resentful voice also entered Zhang Qingfeng's ears.

"Zhang Qingfeng, you can't kill me, this is my home field!