More than a hundred Netherworld Warriors dressed in Sen Ran's black armor immediately surrounded the old shopkeeper Sun Yiba layer by layer, pointing at him with spears and halberds.

The old shopkeeper Sun Yiba is worthy of being a hermit master, his tall and fat body is like an iron tower, and the thick aura of the half-step Transformation Realm monk is surging out, red as fire.

He swung his heavy thick-backed ghost-headed knife and spun it in an instant, the blade like a violent whirlwind, and the Nether warriors at the front screamed and were slain by it.

The so-called Nether Warriors are actually human cultivators, but they have cultivated demonic skills, so they are not as weird as demons.

"This guy can't be dealt with with with a lot of people, big brother, let's retreat!" a Nether Warrior said to the leader.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, blood splattered, and the Netherworld Warrior who said Jian Yì was actually beheaded by its leader with a halberd, and he didn't even have time to scream.

The other Nether Warriors and people were very shocked and surprised, because this guy was really ruthless, and he didn't even hesitate to kill his own subordinates.

"Those who disturb the hearts of our army will be killed!" the leader of the Nether Warriors shouted sharply, pointing to the front with his halberd and said, "Give it all to me, and make a ruthless move." And he himself is not in a hurry to make a move, it seems a little sinister.

Lin Feng watched what he was doing from the side, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Now is not the time to help, because the Hades Hall that the Netherworld Warrior said does not know the depths, and if it is a great demonic force in the Western Barbarian Desert, it will be very troublesome to provoke it.

More than a hundred Nether Warriors had no other way but to raise the spears and halberds in their hands and attack the old shopkeeper with all their might.

The old shopkeeper struggled to the ground with his feet, and the solid bluestone slab cracked, like a spider's web, and the cracks spread into the distance. Flying sand and rocks. The qi escaped like ripples, and the people around who were low in cultivation hurriedly hid, once they were accidentally injured by these stones, it would be very miserable.

The Netherworld warriors followed one after another, and under such a strong sword aura, the spear and halberd would actually be cut off. The sword qi was merciless, harvesting these demonic Netherworld warriors.

"Good knife technique, but the anger is too heavy, and it is not majestic enough, so it can't be a big scene. Lin Ruofeng commented while watching the battle.

"Hmph, bastard boy, you said it so lightly, do you have the ability to come up and help me kill a few Nether Warriors?" the old shopkeeper roared angrily.

Lin Ruofeng spread his hands to express his helplessness, and said, "You yourself have offended so many demon cultivators. I can't help it. ”

The sound of the exchange of weapons was sonorous and incessant. The Netherworld warriors showed their tricks one after another at this desperate moment, and in an instant, colorful Gang Qi flashed, and the stone tables in the ancient castle were all shattered, and some people hid too closely, so they were injured by the fragments of the stone table or Gang Qi, and some even lost their lives.

"Slashing Knife Technique!" the old shopkeeper shouted. Like a tiger roaring.

The knife technique may seem simple, but it is powerful. There are no complicated changes, there are just huge red swords, more than 150 zhang long, traversing the ancient castle.

This trick was very effective in attacking the enemy's soul, so the Nether Warriors rushed to the end without any screams. There are also some Nether Warriors who suffer from the slashing sword qi due to their frontal impact. And he became dejected, and stood there dumbfounded.

Then the old shopkeeper will not show mercy to them, and directly cut them off, which is regarded as killing demons and demons, and there is no psychological burden.

The Nether Warriors have no way out. For the ruthless leader is behind him, and whoever dares to make a fuss and try to flee will be mercilessly killed.

"The Western Wilderness Desert is indeed a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, and in such a remote castle, there is a master like the old shopkeeper!" Lin Feng sighed.

"This old guy is good, it seems that he doesn't need our help. Lin Ruofeng said.

At this time, just as the old shopkeeper Sun Yiba was fighting vigorously and killed more than sixty Nether Warriors, the leader of the Netherworld Warriors sneered: "Old man Sun, if you don't stop, I will kill your daughter, whether she can survive depends on whether you are willing to cooperate." ”

"Little thief, if you dare to harm my daughter, I will definitely dismantle you. The old shopkeeper shouted angrily.

"Don't yell at me, although you are the senior brother of our Hades King, you have long left the Hades Palace, and it is useless for you to rely on the old and sell the old man. I'll only count three times, and if I don't put down the ghost head knife by then, then you'll see how your daughter was killed. The leader of the Nether Warriors sneered.

The other Nether Warriors were very interested in giving up, after all, now is the time for the two sides to negotiate, and if they attack rashly, if they are killed by the old shopkeeper with a knife at will, it will be tragic.

"Dad, don't give in to these thieves, don't care about me, be sure to kill demons!" The old shopkeeper's daughter was very delicate, and she said with awe-inspiring attitude at the moment. Her courage is commendable, but it's too stupid, how could her father ignore her?

"Listen, I'll only count three, three, two..."The Nether Warrior leader shouted slowly in a cold and hoarse voice, giving people a very heavy sense of depression in their hearts.

Even though the old shopkeeper Sun Yiba, a hermit master, is very calm, but as the so-called concern is chaos, the person he cares about most now is his daughter, how can he let her be hurt?

"Well, I'll do as you say. Don't forget, the people of the Hades Palace also have a promise, and after I put down the Ghost Head Knife, you will have to release my daughter immediately. The old shopkeeper said solemnly.

Lin Feng and Lin Ruofeng watched this scene from the side, feeling very worried and stupid. Why do good people always become a little stupid at critical moments? And bad people like the leader of the Nether Warriors can laugh proudly?

"Of course, you can abandon the knife with confidence, and it is best to shout before I shout this last time. The leader of the Nether Warriors laughed hypocritically.

Seeing that the blade of the black iron halberd in his hand cut through the skin of his daughter's neck, the old shopkeeper was distressed, and he didn't care about anything else, and the bearing and wisdom of so many years of mixing in the wild desert were all thrown away.

With a "clang", the heavy thick-backed ghost-headed knife was thrown to the ground, and the old shopkeeper no longer had the demeanor of a hermit master, but an old man in the twilight. The body, which was originally as tall as an iron tower, is now crumbling.

"I've given up the knife, let him go!" said the old shopkeeper.

"Very well, to hell with you!" "The leader of the Nether Warriors pushed away the old shopkeeper's daughter, and sure enough, he didn't kill her. However, his figure was like a ghost, and his phantoms were heavy, and he immediately attacked the old shopkeeper.

The old shopkeeper is good at knife technique, and now he has no knife in his hand, and in a hurry, he condenses his qi into a knife shape, instinctively waving the defensive knife technique that he has been skilled in these years, and a red glow shines in front of him.

The Netherworld Warrior's body was the same as the Shadow Swordsman Lin Feng had seen in Aoki City in Kunlun Ruins, and its trajectory was elusive, erratic, looking ahead and flickering behind. But there was a dark blur, accompanied by a shrill ghost cry.

Lin Feng saw that the old shopkeeper couldn't resist in this situation, so he hurriedly grabbed the sword in his hand, and swept up like a shock.

It's a pity that it's still a little slower, the old shopkeeper snorted, the back of the heart has been stabbed by two short forks, and the leader of the Netherworld Warrior sneered, "The fatal mistake you made was to discard the thick-backed ghost head knife, now I am the sword, and you are the fish." And I'm still going to kill your daughter, you know how stupid you are now. ”

"But you just promised that as long as I put down the ghost head knife, you will let my daughter go, and the people of the Hades Palace are very trustworthy. The old shopkeeper said with his last strength.

"I have already done what I promised just now, and I have released your daughter. But as for how I do it in a moment, it's none of your business. The Nether Warrior Leader sneered and poured Qi into the two steel forks.

The sharp clear blue sword qi flickered, and the leader of the Nether Warrior immediately threw away the two steel forks and cast a ghostly strange body dodge.

"Carving insect skills, do you dare to show off in front of me?" Lin Feng smiled lightly, the dragon slaying sword in his hand was full of energy, wielding it at will, and it was chic and wanton.

Lin Feng would not use his eyes to see the trend of this strange body like other monks, because his gaze usually lingered for a short time, and the clever way was to observe with his heart and eyes.

The so-called eye of the heart is to concentrate on calming the breath, using mental power to perceive, and between movement and stillness, many mysteries exist in one mind.

Lin Feng sensed the specific location of the leader of the Netherworld Martial Arts, and with a faint smile, the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand suddenly became green, and he shouted: "The proud sword of the Dragon Slaying Sword Lingyun!"

A sword more than 200 zhang long rose out of thin air, slashing up with his backhand, running through the entire ancient castle.

A terrible scream resounded through the castle, and the dark shadows in the void suddenly dissipated, and the leader of the Nether Warriors fell to the broken floor, dark red blood pouring out, glowing with a dark sheen.

"What kind of sword technique is this, why is it so powerful?Which force are you from, why haven't I heard of a master like you in the Great Desert?" asked the leader of the Netherworld Warriors, who was dying, very unwillingly.

"I won't tell you the history, otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble, and you demonic forces like revenge the most. As for the swordsmanship, I can only say that this is the sword of Haoran righteousness! Lin Feng said loudly.

Lin Feng shook off the dark red blood stained on the Dragon Slaying Sword, and returned the sword into the sheath, and the leader of the Netherworld Martial Artists opened his strange eyes and fell in a pool of blood.

The remaining fifty or so Nether Warriors were already frightened, and some of the monks took the opportunity to rush forward and try to kill them, only to be ruthlessly counter-killed by the Nether Warriors wielding spears and halberds. But the eyes they finally looked at Lin Feng were terrified, and they didn't dare to come to fight, nor did they dare to run away.

Lin Feng glanced at them with a fierce gaze, and said with a light smile: "You jumping clowns, don't you want to get out of here, do you want to lose your life like your leader?"

More than fifty Nether Warriors hurriedly shouted and fled out of the castle. (To be continued......)