With just a sweep of both claws, the famous Zeng Zizhen and Master Buzhou were like two chickens who had no power to fight back, swept upside down and flew out, blood coming out of their mouths, and their faces were pale.

When the buzz came, Hu San's big sword, Zhao Mingming's wooden sword followed closely with a lot of momentum, and the former's big sword was the first.

The big knife was wrapped in a huge knife shadow, and the real big knife was like a driver in the knife shadow, raising its head to the sky and slashing down, and the knife wind hit the rain backwards.

The old demon of Montenegro was unmoved, and his cloak was raised again, blocking in front of him, and the big knife was menacing, and it suddenly collided with it.

There was a local sound, which made people's ears hurt, and the shadow of the knife cut on the cloak shattered on the spot.

The old demon of Montenegro thought that he had defused the attack, and the moment he put down his cloak, he didn't expect the real big knife to fall from the sky with an infinite knife wind, and it came straight to its head.

It's too late to fight back, the big sword is majestic, giving people a sense of omnipotence, Liu Feifei sighed, Hu San is not an immortal cultivator, but he has emitted the majesty of an immortal cultivator, and he is worthy of a generation of grandmasters.

The sound of metal colliding bells sounded, and a violent wind swept by, and the strength of the wind lifted the table away, and the strong men around them flew out like fallen leaves, vomiting blood.

The big sword slashed above the head of the old demon of the Black Mountain, and Zhao Mingming's wooden sword also stopped abruptly at this time, everything in the world seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the torrential rain was hit by the fierce sword wind for a long time.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking at the old demon of Black Mountain and the big knife slashed above its head with both anticipation and nervousness.

This knife killed the old demon of Montenegro?

However, the old demon of Montenegro obviously didn't have the slightest scar, not even a trace, why didn't it move? What happened?

Could it be that Hu San's knife didn't split his head, but the pervasive knife wind wrangled the things in the head of the old demon of Montenegro?

Hu San gasped for breath, this move obviously cost him a lot of internal strength, and the sweat as big as a soybean covered his red upper body.

Master Buzhou and Zeng Zi really struggled to get up from the ground, blood kept flowing out of their mouths, and the old demon of Black Mountain just swept away, but they were seriously injured.

That's too much of a disparity, isn't it?

Zhao Mingming put his fingers together, his chubby body tensed, and beads of sweat slid down his face, trying his best to control the wooden sword.

Jin Feng's eyes were very bright, and he killed the old demon of Montenegro? It can't be that simple, right? It's naturally good to kill the old demon of Montenegro, but it's too easy, right?

Everyone was a little surprised, if Hu San really killed the old demon of Montenegro with one knife, it would naturally be the best, if not, with the strength of the old demon of Montenegro, everyone present was afraid that they would bleed heavily.

Liu Feifei didn't feel happy in his heart like everyone else, but frowned, the cultivation of the old demon of Montenegro was twice as high as him, and he was killed by Hu San, who was not an immortal cultivator?

That's too unrealistic, isn't it? Absolutely impossible.

Liu Feifei hadn't said the apprehension in his heart yet, and a scene that surprised everyone even more appeared.

I saw a wisp of bright red blood flowing from the top of the head and the big knife of the old demon of Montenegro, the appearance of blood undoubtedly made everyone ecstatic, Hu San really killed the old demon of Montenegro?

At this time, Zhuge Jie, who had been hiding and hiding, had a bright eye, walked like flying, ran up suddenly, stood in front of the old demon of the Black Mountain, looked left and right, and sacrificed a small sword.

The small sword carried the wind and stabbed on the throat of the old demon of Montenegro, and then, Zhuge Jie turned around, his face was proud, his breath was steady and indifferent, and he said: "Rest assured, everyone, the old demon of Montenegro is dead, my gossip sword is indestructible, even if it is iron-clad and steel-bone, it is useless."

Hey, hey, hey, hey, don't worry, there's absolutely no problem. ”

After Zhuge Jie finished speaking, he didn't forget to throw a provocative look at Liu Feifei, as if the old demon of Montenegro was killed by him, and swaggered his body.

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Liu Feifei's face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stupid, don't run yet." ”

But it was too late.

Zhuge Jie's gossip sword was stabbed on the throat of the old demon of Montenegro, but the gossip sword did not pierce its throat, the force was too great, and it just sank, and it didn't even pierce people's skin.

When Zhuge Jie heard the voice and turned around, he saw that the face of the old demon of the Black Mountain was full of sarcastic smiles, his grinning mouth was full of fangs glowing with cold light, one arm was raised high, and his sharp claws were like five knives.

"What a stupidity, would I have been killed so easily? Very foolish.

Tsk, I wonder if your internal organs are more delicious than ordinary people? ”

Zhuge Jie's face was like ashes, his whole body trembled, and his whole person changed color, he knew that he was going to be finished.

He was desperate, he wanted to scream, he wanted to escape, but everything was too late, he threw everyone into the eyes of a cry for help, but no one paid attention to him.

Poof.

Blood splatters.

As the hands and claws of the old demon of Montenegro fell, there were two more corpses on the ground, Zhuge Jie was divided into two, the blood was poured out everywhere, the internal organs were still beating, and the person was already too dead to die.

Everyone gasped, although Zhuge Jie did it himself, but this scene was indeed a little scary.

The old demon of Montenegro savagely pulled out the big knife above his head and threw it on the ground, bringing out a string of blood flowers, it didn't think so, under the trembling gaze of everyone, it picked up Zhuge Jie's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, and stuffed it into his mouth like eating vegetables.

Blood overflowed and flowed down the sharp mouth of the old demon of Black Mountain, and the bite sound of the chirp made people swallow a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and the coldness spread from the bones.

The old demon of Montenegro finished eating Zhuge Jie's internal organs, wiped his sharp mouth elegantly, and grinned: "You people's internal organs are not better than ordinary people."

If the internal organs of ordinary people are green vegetables, then the internal organs of you strange people are just tofu.

Tsk, I don't know what is the difference between the five internal organs of a true immortal cultivator? ”

After speaking, the blood-red eyes of the old demon of Montenegro looked at Liu Feifei.

Liu Feifei wants to cry without tears, are you too picky eater? Aren't they all visceral? There's a different fart.

"You're the last entrée, don't worry, I'll taste it carefully!" The old demon of Montenegro smiled.

Taste your sister's product, do you taste Lao Tzu's baba?

"You're good, you actually hurt me, the second one is you!" The old demon of Montenegro smiled and looked at Hu San.

Hu San's sturdy body shook, and his whole body was about to disperse when he used his sword to slash, what else did he use to fight against the old demon of Montenegro?

The old demon of Montenegro stopped talking nonsense, his wings fanned, and the wind was raging, and in an instant, it appeared in front of Hu San, his blood-red eyes narrowed, and his claws swooped down.

At this moment, a sword roar burst out, and the sharp sword qi was everywhere, and a silver light sword qi swept directly between a person and a demon, so that the old demon of Black Mountain had to retract his claws.