Zhang Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, he didn't even look at the thousands of light blades descending above his head, and his right arm swung out for the third time.

This time the sword that flew out was not one, but three!

Three swords, one long and two short, the finished glyph flew towards the west, flew out only a kilometer or so, and suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a frightened and angry roar sounded again in the void of the west!

"Boss, second, fourth, you still don't make a move!"

Although no one could see what was going on in the Western Void, it could be heard from the angry roar that the master of the Dark Witch Clan, who was hiding somewhere, should have been injured.

And the hundreds of light blades above Zhang Qingfeng's head, when they were still 100 meters high from the ground, were like encountering an invisible wall, and the splashed energy light bloomed like fireworks.

"Third child, you are really getting more and more useless, the show has just begun, and you can't stand it?"

The voice known as the third child said angrily: "Shut up! This kid's sword intent is strange, and he is not suppressed by the will of the ancestor witch at all!"

"What? ignoring the will of the Ancestral Witch?"

A soft voice came from the east, "I'll try." ”

With the sound, another purple-red fist shadow flew from the east and smashed towards Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng snorted coldly, lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and a broadsword suspended in front of his right turned into a streamer of light, meeting the iron fist flying from the east! At the same time, a dark iron sword inserted on the ground behind him also silently rose into the sky and flew towards the west.

Rumble!

The fist shadow and the broadsword* collide together.

The broadsword tore a large hole in the middle of the fist and continued to fly eastward, and the menacing fist shadow dissipated silently into the night.

A moment later, there was a roar of gold and iron clashing in the east, followed by a hoarse whisper.

"Huh? ”

"Er, you come and try. ”

In response to the strong man in the east, it was the straw man who took Zhang Qingfeng's sword hard.

The straw man is ten feet tall, the whole body is full of black gas, like a thin and tall watchtower, hearing the voice of the strong man in the east, it began to move and run wildly, it seems that every step of the light and fluttering body, the ground will be shaken violently, as it approaches, the night behind it seems to have been torn off, and a suffocating cold breath is coming.

Zhang Qingfeng looked at the straw man rushing quickly, his pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes glanced at a bronze long sword with a blade as strange as crocodile teeth in front of him.

The bronze sword, called 'Crocodile Tooth', let out a cheerful chirp, like a predatory viper, and shot towards the straw man's neck.

Sonorous!

The crocodile tooth sword slashed at the straw man's neck, sparks splashed everywhere, and because the speed was too fast, this high-grade spirit weapon sword with a strange shape from a famous family instantly became more than a dozen sections, and fell to the ground weakly.

Look at the straw man again.

Under the impact of the crocodile tooth sword, it was like a ball hitting an iron plate, flying backwards silently, flying nearly a thousand meters away, and then falling to the ground lightly.

"Fighting with a sword? ”

After personally testing the power of Zhang Qingfeng's sword, the second brother who was guarding the south also became serious.

"What are you still doing in a daze, let's shoot together, and then abolish him first!"

The third child in the West obviously lost his patience, and the roaring sound shook people's eardrums, and with the sound, the night above Zhang Qingfeng's head suddenly tore open, and a dagger stabbed down silently.

At the same time, the fist shadow in the east and the straw man in the south also rushed towards this side.

When Zhang Qingfeng was playing against the four top powerhouses of the Black Witch Clan, the little black dragon and the fat monk were not idle.

I don't know what the reason is, the masters of the Black Witch Clan on the ground didn't seem to be able to hear the voices of the four ancestors of their own clan at all, they swarmed up like crazy, and at the edge of the Ten Thousand Swords Great Array laid by Zhang Qingfeng, they were strangled to death by the raging sword qi.

Under Zhang Qingfeng's command, the little black dragon had already turned into a human form and disappeared into the sword array.

The fat monk who had killed more than 30 war beasts with his true body also retracted his true body and withdrew to the edge of the sword array, blocking the siege of the masters of the Black Witch Clan.

The duel between the powerhouses of the Nine Realms is beyond the scope that the little black dragon can participate in, even if it is a fat monk, he can only watch, especially under the premise that the opponent occupies the right time and place.

Zhang Qingfeng's sword array seems simple, and every time he comes out of the sword, it seems to be unremarkable, but the fat monk knows that the terrifying power contained in each sword is enough to open mountains and crack rocks, move mountains and reclaim the sea, because under this seemingly calm surface, there is actually a hidden avenue that he may not be able to reach in his life - the power of rules!

Rules, what are rules?

On this issue, any cultivator with a little common sense can say a few words.

The world is made up of countless rules.

This is the opening sentence that the various cultivation sect academies on the mainland say most often when teaching newly recruited disciples.

Spring goes to winter, it's the rule.

Hot in summer and cool in autumn is the rule.

It is also a rule that the water flows to the lower places and the wind drifts to the higher places.

Everyone understands the truth, and it is another matter if you may not be able to master these rules for your own use.

The Continental Cultivation Realm was divided into ten realms, each realm was a huge watershed, but the real difference between heaven and man, except for the legendary Saint Emperor, only the gap between the Eighth Realm and the Ninth Realm was the largest.

Because the gap between these two realms is no longer something that can be made up through hard work and diligence or even talent, it needs more understanding and opportunity!

The fat monk thinks he has no understanding.

His achievements today are all due to Zhang Qingfeng's grace and care, so he has no ambition for whether he can step into the Nine Realms, and even if he can have today's achievements, he has long been satisfied.

But this didn't mean that he wouldn't envy the strength of the Nine Realms powerhouses.

Especially at the scene of observing Zhang Qingfeng with a sword to resist the enemy at such a close distance, the terrifying power contained in that flying sword made him amazed, and the desire to advance to the Nine Realms in his heart became strong for the first time.

The attack of the three ancestors of the Dark Witch Clan has begun.

Dongfang's fist, with a frequency of hundreds of instantaneous times, frantically bombarded the sword array.

The straw men in the south swam around the sword formation quickly, and wherever they passed, traces similar to paw prints would appear around the sword array, which were traces left in the air after the speed was extremely fast, if the speed was faster, it could directly tear the space and attract the space-time storm in the space crack.

In contrast, the dagger attacks of the West are much softer.

It doesn't have the high-frequency speed of a fist, nor does it have the terrifying power of a straw man tearing through space, but every time it appears, Zhang Qingfeng is forced to use a sword to resist, which shows that its danger is not much weaker than that of a fist and a straw man.

What worries the fat monk the most is that there are four people on the other side, but only three of them shot, and the strong man who is guarding the north has no movement except for a hammer at the beginning.

This kind of hidden threat is the most terrifying, watching hundreds of sharp swords flying all over the sky, the fat monk couldn't help but worry about Zhang Qingfeng while marveling at the strength of the powerhouse of the Nine Realms.

It was also at this time that he saw a giant hammer suddenly appear in the northern sky and smash down towards the sword array.