Zhang Qingfeng and the Eighteen Scythe Demons were moving rapidly, and the night was dark, and they could only see their pitch-black figures moving like lightning like ghosts, with the sound of howling wind, and the sound of weapons striking each other was rapid, and it was sonorous and endless.

The scythe magic knife is fast, Zhang Qingfeng's sword is faster, and a Fengyue iron sword against eighteen scythes, he does not fall behind at all.

At this time, a sickle behind him hooked Zhang Qingfeng's right shoulder, trying to nail through his pipa bone, Zhang Qingfeng did not wait for the knife to come, his body leaned to the right, his right hand reached out and grabbed the handle of the sickle, and threw it hard towards the sickle demon, the sickle was castrated like electricity, and it was faster than when it came, and it passed through the chest of the sickle demon, and the front and back were transparent.

Zhang Qingfeng's sword turned into a meteor, opened three sickles, and flew up on the eaves of a high-rise building, and flew up, chaining out his legs, taking advantage of the momentum to flip, and the mandarin duck kicked four sickle demons with his legs.

The scythe demon who was pierced through the chest hit the vital point but did not die, he held the huge wings in mid-air and slowly pulled the iron chain, his hands were full of black blood, the sickle hung behind the translucent blood hole in his chest, he slowly reached out to pull out the sickle behind his wound, the wound was black and steaming, the black blood gradually condensed, Zhang Qingfeng vaguely saw what the sickle demon did, and his heart was half cold.

Zhang Qingfeng kicked over another sickle demon, and in mid-air, he twisted his waist pole and shot away, kicking the scythe demon's hands that were about to pull out the scythe behind his back, and the sickle sank into the back of the scythe demon again, and the entire scythe and the black black iron chain flew out of his body, and the blood hole expanded.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't say a word, and the entire body of the sickle demon was kicked out seven or eight feet away, smashing down a tall building.

The three sickle demons held the sickle and slashed at Zhang Qingfeng, Zhang Qingfeng jumped up, swung out a sword, and a fierce sword qi roared out, the three sickle demons tried to block Zhang Qingfeng's sword qi with the sickle in their hands, although they were blocked, they were all shocked back by the overwhelming sword qi.

Zhang Qingfeng reversed the tip of the sword, stabbed the sword back, and stabbed the upper abdomen of the sickle demon behind him who tried to wrap the iron chain around his neck behind him, the demon snorted, Zhang Qingfeng kicked back, kicked the demon behind him, pulled out the Fengyue iron sword and jumped by taking advantage of the momentum, and slashed the outside of the neck of a sickle demon in front of him with a sword, making its pitch-black blood like a spring.

Zhang Qingfeng landed on the eaves, and at this time the roof had already been pierced through many holes, Zhang Qingfeng grabbed a flying sickle hilt, and pulled it hard, and the sickle demon at the end of the black chain was pulled over by Zhang Qingfeng's Tiangang power.

Approaching, Zhang Qingfeng dodged the demon's punch, and the black iron chain quickly wrapped around the neck of the sickle demon, and the sickle grabbed by his left hand danced wildly, or slashed or stabbed the scythe demon's armpits, collarbones, chest, upper abdomen, lower abdomen, and finally cut off his head, the sickle demon had no power to parry, only panic and trembling, like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

Zhang Qingfeng suddenly flashed to the side of a scythe demon who was in a hurry, and when he saw Zhang Qingfeng in front of him in an instant, the demon was also panicked, Zhang Qingfeng clenched his left hand into a phoenix eye fist, and a fierce fist lightning swung out.

The protruding knuckles hit the throat of the sickle demon, and with a "click", the demon's neck broke, Zhang Qingfeng's right hand sword was not idle, and the cold light flashed, piercing its temples, right in and left out,

The writing is really slow, and these actions are done by Zhang Qingfeng in one go, without slacking off.

Zhang Qingfeng's sword is like a meteor, his shot is like electricity, and his legs are like the wind, and every time he is close to the devil, he can give the enemy a fatal blow.

Each of those demonic eighteen sickles seemed to have immortal bodies, although most of the injuries on their bodies were fatal, they were all able to heal themselves quickly, but one by one they no longer dared to bully themselves into approaching Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng stood alone at the top of a tall pavilion, with a long jade body, fluttering clothes, a sword in his right hand exuding a cold glow, and his eyes burning.

I saw that the eighteen scythe demons suddenly flew up and gathered together, as if they were combining, and in the miasma of black smoke, a troll figure loomed.

The demon was formed, the demon was two feet five feet high, a dark red armor, a dark red cloak hunting and flying in the wind, embroidered with a black magic sickle, the demon helmet had sharp horns, the armor had sharp thorns, and the eyes were blood-red, and the wings suddenly vibrated out from behind, and the wings were full of sharp black thorns.

He had a thick iron chain wrapped around his left wrist, and in his right hand he held a long-handled sickle almost three zhang long, which was quite delicate, with blades on both sides, more than four feet, and the shape of the blood groove on the body of the knife was unique, curved and exquisite, revealing weirdness, as if it was going to continuously devour people's essence and blood.

At the top of the pavilion, Zhang Qingfeng couldn't help but shout: "Good guy!"

He also thought to himself: "This guy is amazing, he was at the peak of the sword god when he was eighteen, and now he has become holy!"

The scythe troll roared wildly, and the surrounding buildings were destroyed, and the fragments roared outward, and some demon soldiers and demon generals who had no time to hide were also shocked away, killed or injured, screaming continuously.

Zhang Qingfeng raised his sword and drew a wall of qi to block all kinds of miscellaneous fragments, and praised in his heart: "What a powerful mad demon!"

The scythe troll jumped up, picked up the thick scythe in his hand and slashed at Zhang Qingfeng, Zhang Qingfeng dodged and jumped away, falling to the ground, and the high pavilion he was standing on was instantly shattered by a huge scythe.

The sickle troll picked up the sickle and slashed at Zhang Qingfeng, Zhang Qingfeng pinched the sword in his hand, and the righteousness of the whole body skyrocketed, and the wind and moon iron sword sword was flourishing.

The scythe troll sword swung down in the void, and a powerful scythe sword qi surged towards Zhang Qingfeng, and everywhere he went, the sand flew and the stones shattered, and the houses were destroyed.

Zhang Qingfeng shouted: "Break!" The sword he held in both hands slashed down from top to bottom, and a sharp and swift sword qi roared forward, blocking the scythe troll's sword qi.

Zhang Qingfeng was even better, and the sword qi continued to thunderbolt forward, until the sickle troll retreated again and again, and finally was narrowly avoided by the mad demon.

"Roar-" The scythe madman roared angrily, furious, it suddenly rushed forward, the tip of the scythe in its right hand smashed down on the top of Zhang Qingfeng's head, Zhang Qingfeng raised his sword up a square, blocking the scythe, his sword was shining brightly at this time, and the stone ground where he was standing fell into a big pit, and they were turned into gravel by the big stone, and the sand and wood blocks instantly turned into powder, and they were scattered by the force of the scythe troll's blow.

The mad demon's left hand was not idle, clenched his iron fist, and smashed around the small arm of his left hand with a thick iron chain towards Zhang Qingfeng's door.

Zhang Qingfeng raised his feet to go to the grid, the mad demon was so weak, and smashed Zhang Qingfeng with an iron fist and flew out in a circle.

On the way, Zhang Qingfeng sent out two vertical and horizontal swords, and the two sword qi thunderbolted, which was very dazzling, and the sickle troll had to dodge, Zhang Qingfeng toe a little on the ground, and took advantage of the situation to jump towards a tall building.

Standing at the top of this tall building, where would Zhang Qingfeng give this terrifying demon another time to fight back, he slashed out from top to bottom with another sword, the sword qi with Tiangang's righteousness was as fast as a meteor, and it was overwhelming, Zhang Qingfeng's sword kept coming, and he made eighteen swords in a row, each sword qi was shattering, and the sound of breaking the sky was very harsh, as if it was going to tear the void apart.

It was very difficult for the scythe troll to block or dodge, he was very passive and embarrassed, he didn't have time to escape from the attack range, he dealt with the seventeen swords, and finally one couldn't dodge and was split in two and a half by the eighteenth sword qi.

"Dead?"

Zhang Qingfeng's sword crossed his chest, and he didn't dare to believe it.

In a flash of black air, the scythe troll and the huge scythe in his hand flashed black, and suddenly turned into a short-handled black scythe.

Exquisite, double-edged, more than one foot, the blade blood groove is uniquely made, curved and exquisite, and the handle end is linked to a black black iron chain, about nine feet long, faintly revealing a ferocious atmosphere.

"Is this the original face of the Eighteen Scythes? It looks good, but it also carries vicissitudes and ferocity. Zhang Qingfeng muttered.

The black scythe of the dark iron seemed to have eyes or a memory, and it attacked Zhang Qingfeng by itself without anyone controlling it, and the speed was like a meteor breaking through the sky, dragging a long chain of dark iron.

"Just in time, see how I ruined you!" Zhang Qingfeng shouted, and at the same time, a sword stabbed out, and a sword qi rushed straight forward, colliding head-on with the black scythe.

"K-"

There was no spark at all, only the sound of the weapon fighting, and the Xuantie Black Scythe was unscathed, just shook slightly, and that sword qi couldn't hurt it at all.

"Good guys!"

Zhang Qingfeng gritted his teeth, the Fengyue Iron Sword suddenly returned to the sheath, his body flashed, avoiding the Xuantie Black Scythe that broke through the air, and at the same time suddenly struck, grabbed the chain behind the Xuantie Black Scythe, when the meteor hammer played a trick, and then the one-handed hula circled quickly, and the chain sickle was like a fast-spinning windmill.

Zhang Qingfeng suddenly shook it violently, and the black scythe of Xuantie was thrown far away, and disappeared into the miserable night sky in the blink of an eye.