"Run!"

"This person's cultivation is only afraid that he can't imagine it, knowing that I am waiting here, he even took the initiative to come...... We are no match for us!"

"Hurry up and run, let those underworld friends catch up!"

"Damn, they're just going after us...... It's going to be a backing for us!"

"Don't look back, run!

Without the slightest hesitation.

Hundreds of ghost cultivators, turn around and run!

The eyes are terrified to the extreme, and running in panic is like running for your life!

And the souls of those former Holy Sons who were dissipating did not come back to their senses until this moment!

"Well, that's really human!"

"That's our reinforcements!"

"Although there is only one person, this person must be a peerless master!"

"We are saved, and the world is safe!"

"I've been waiting for a hundred years, and I've finally waited until today!"

"Which Holy Son of the Eighteen Holy Sects is this person, who is so powerful!"

"Yes, one person chases hundreds of ghost cultivators...... Oh my God, he still hasn't given up, he's still chasing!"

"This person, full of fighting spirit and fearless, is definitely not a thing in the pool!"

"When did such a heavenly pride occur in the human world?"

"This person should be a great hero! With this person here, my generation of monks is very lucky!"

"He's still chasing ...... Oh my God, he's not going to kill him directly to the underworld, is he?"

"This, this is too ruthless!"

The moment those Holy Son souls saw Zhang Feng, their hearts were extremely complicated.

Seeing that so many ghost cultivators were originally from the direction of the human realm, I thought that I and others would die, and the human realm had already fallen.

I never expected that someone would chase these ghosts!

That's so ruthless!

Great joy to great sorrow, great sorrow to great joy, just an instant for them to experience the various states of life!

At this moment, they looked at the ordinary figure, and their eyes were only filled with reverence.

What kind of master is this?

Who is this?

And when Zhang Feng passed by them, his footsteps didn't stop.

Although Zhang Feng was also quite curious, who were these people and how did they appear here.

But Zhang Feng has something more important now.

That is to die at the hands of this group of ghost cultivators!

I, Zhang Feng, must die today!

Jesus can't keep it, I said!

Zhang Feng was extremely angry in his heart at this time.

Don't these ghost cultivators have any dignity and courage?

Run away when you see yourself?

Obviously, before I came, you were still fighting with these people, life and death.

As a result, seeing me come to seek death, without hesitation at all, I turned around and ran?

What about discriminating against me?

Differential treatment?

"Don't run!"

"There are hundreds of you!"

"Don't run, there are so many of you, run a fart!"

"Believe me, as long as you hit me, I will die immediately!

Zhang Feng shouted frantically.

And the black pressure in front of him was overwhelming, and hundreds of ghost cultivators didn't listen to it at all, and ran wildly into the distance like crazy.

Zhang Feng: "......"

Am I special?

I don't want to hear it, right?

When Zhang Feng passed by the battlefield, the souls of those previous holy sons still bowed respectfully to Zhang Feng.

"Thank you seniors for saving your life. ”

"The predecessors are mighty, and the monks of my generation are very fortunate!"

"The kindness of the seniors today will be reciprocated by the younger generations in the future. ”

"Senior ......"

Facing the reverent gaze one by one.

Zhang Feng said expressionlessly, and after getting out of the way, he continued to chase those ghost cultivators without looking back.

But even if they were treated so rudely by Zhang Feng, the souls of those previous Holy Sons were not angry and embarrassed, but looked at Zhang Feng with awe on their faces chasing the figure of the ghost cultivator away, and praised again and again that this person was really a peerless man!

watched Zhang Feng chase those ghosts away.

The souls of those previous Holy Sons were full of awe, but then, they saw the Holy Sons following Zhang Feng.

The Holy Sons were also shocked when they saw the souls of those previous Holy Sons!

"You, why are you so similar to the senior brother in my portrait!"

"Who are you and why are you on Qitian Road?"

"Senior sister, you ...... You've become a ghost cultivator?"

"I didn't expect to meet here...... Senior brother, I didn't want to make a move on you, but I didn't expect you to become a ghost cultivator, I ...... today."

After the Holy Sons recovered from their stunned moments, their faces suddenly filled with murderous aura.

After all, there shouldn't be anyone else in this divergent path.

There are only them, the Holy Sons, and the ghost cultivators from the underworld, and then the creatures born from the Qitian Road itself.

And these people ...... The body shape is blurred, and it is completely imaginary, could it be a ghost cultivator who has turned into a netherworld qi?

"It's such a vicious method, the underworld actually selects our acquaintances and turns them into powerful ghosts, sends them to the wrong path, and messes with our minds!" Jian Wuchen gritted his teeth and drew his sword, and with a bang, the tip of the sword reached one of the middle-aged people, and his eyes were red and said: "Senior Brother Jian Wushuang, I have heard the master talk about you." ”

"A hundred years ago, you were the strongest genius of the Sword Heart Holy Sect!"

"At the age of twenty, I entered Jindan, and at the age of twenty-three, I achieved Kenshin and established a baby dantian!"

"Senior brother, I know that you are forced by the underworld, I will help you get free!"

"Today next year, I will burn you paper incense!"

After speaking, Jian Xinchen's whole person turned into a streamer.

At this moment, he is the sword.

The sword is him.

The human sword is one, and the sharp aura of the sword is permeated all over the body, which is enough to cut off everything.

The other Holy Sons were also red-eyed, and they all took out magic weapons to prepare to transform these former Holy Sons.

The Spirits of the Former Sons: "......"

At this moment, the souls of the previous Holy Son were stupid.

What the me?

Those underworld ghost cultivators didn't kill us just now, what's the matter, did you come to mend the sword?

Electrifying and flint!

"Choke!"

"Stop!"

A sword roared.

A burst of applause.

The same sharp and unparalleled, the sword qi that cut everything rose into the sky, and the moment the sword heart dust flew, Jian Wushuang did not dodge or dodge, pulled out the sword on his waist, and the whole person also stabbed with the sword.

Two people.

Two swords.

One-touch to part.

Jian Xinchen frowned slightly: "Such a powerful sword, worthy of being the Holy Son of the Sword Heart Holy Sect a hundred years ago." ”

"It's so difficult to become a ghost cultivator!"

"I'm going to see you off today!"

Jian Wushuang looked confused: "No, I, I'm not a ghost cultivator, don't send it to me." ”

"Bold ghost cultivation, evil words to confuse the public. You're not a ghost cultivator, why are you still here?"

"I can tell at a glance that you're not human!"

"This time, I'll show you the tricks of your seniors!"

Jian Xinchen is about to go up again.

The sword flows.

At this moment, although Jian Wushuang was more than ten zhang away, there was suddenly only that sword left in his sight.

Cultivation, space, all imprisoned!

A supreme coercion came.

Jian Wushuang's face turned pale, and he was desperate in his heart: "When did the Sword Heart Holy Sect have such a demon, what kind of sword intent is this!"

Seeing that their respective Holy Son souls denied that they were ghost cultivators, the other Holy Sons were still a little hesitant, not knowing whether to make a move.

But hearing Jian Xinchen's words, the holy sons all rose up resolutely.

"That's right, if you appear here, it must be a ghost cultivator!"

"Ghost cultivators are scheming, don't listen to their quibbles!"