An hour later, Zhao Liguo and Zhang San caught up with Mu Feng, Zhang San looked at Mu Feng and said. "Senior Brother Mu, you are really good for us to find a hard time, it turns out that you are hiding here to rest. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Liguo glanced at Zhang San, and Zhang San walked towards Mu Feng as he spoke.

When he was only two or three meters away from Mu Feng, Zhang San's originally smiling face became gloomy, the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile, and he didn't know when there was a top-grade sword made of fine iron in his hand.

As fast as lightning, as if staring at the prey, he stabbed at Mu Feng at a speed like a cheetah.

"Boom..."

Mu Feng rolled over, like an old cat turning over, his body fell lightly to the ground, and the stone he had just slept on was stabbed apart by Zhang Sanyi's sword like popcorn.

Quickly took a few steps back, frowning, Zhang San's attack just now was definitely not like the power of the Triple Heaven Cultivation.

"Who the hell are you, why are you hiding your cultivation?" As he spoke, he glanced at Zhao Liguo, who was behind Zhang San.

Looking at Mu Feng's glance, Zhao Liguo just smiled faintly, "Hurry up, otherwise it will be troublesome if you alarm the others." ”

"This kind of trash fish can be done in minutes. When the words fell, Zhang San's feet were slightly forced, holding his sword, and the momentum of the Seven Heavens attacked Mu Feng like a flood. wanted to suppress Mu Feng to the death, and wanted to make him unable to move a bit.

"Click..."Mu Feng's feet suddenly fell two or three inches deep, and he felt like he had fallen into the water, and his movements were extremely slow.

"Ahh

"Qiang...", the sound of fine iron sounded, and a string of sparks collided with the two of them.

The two of them each took a few steps back before stopping, Mu Feng looked at the long sword in his hand that was no longer shaped, the sword body had been bent, and the blade was full of gaps, on the contrary, Zhang San's only a little crooked blade appeared, and the gap between the weapons was really an unbridgeable gap.

With a heat in his chest, he forcibly suppressed the blood that was about to spurt out, it seems that he still underestimated the gap between the Fifth Heaven and the Seventh Heaven, so what kind of level will Zhao Liguo's cultivation be in the Eighth Heaven, and he still wants to fight with Zhao Liguo, which is simply looking for death.

It was not only Mu Feng who was shocked in his heart, Zhang San was also shocked, his own blow, not to mention the Fifth Heaven, even the Sixth Heaven was seriously injured, but Mu Feng was only slightly injured, which made Zhang San angry.

Zhao Liguo frowned, and said: "Zhang San, get rid of him quickly, I'm afraid there will be changes after a long time." Zhao Liguo blocked Mu Feng's back at any time, not allowing himself to have the slightest chance to escape.

If you go back and let others know that you and a five-heaven guy hit with all your strength, and only caused the other party to suffer a little bit of injury, then what kind of face does he have, plus Zhao Liguo's urging.

The cold glint in Zhang San's eyes appeared again, he was attacking with all his strength, and he didn't believe how a person without a weapon could block his blow, Zhang San was full of confidence in his blow.

Seeing Zhang San's murderous attack coming again, Mu Feng resolutely grasped the ghost devouring dagger snatched from Zhao Yan in his hand, success or failure in this move, only by killing Zhang San and making a gap, he could escape.

Zhang San's sword is better than the sword just now.

A finger-long sword qi gushed out from the end of the sword, and it shot quickly towards the door in front of him.

The translucent sword qi continued to enlarge in Mu Feng's gaze, and when Zhang San's sword was a foot away from Mu Feng.

Mu Feng gritted his teeth, a trace of ruthlessness appeared in his eyes, and his whole body strength flowed to hold the hand of the Ghost Devouring Dagger.

Rigidly fixed the trajectory of the sword, motionless under the lock of the two breaths, when the sword was half a foot away from him.

Zhang San had a victorious expression on his face, in his opinion, Mu Feng couldn't escape what his sword was pointing at. If you are hit by your own sword, there is no chance of survival.

At the moment of life and death, the jade pendant on Mu Feng's chest emitted a gentle breath, following this warm current, the sword light as fast as lightning was at this moment, in Mu Feng's eyes, it was as slow as a turtle, and he clearly felt the trajectory of Zhang San's sword.

Mu Feng raised his grip and held the Ghost Devouring Dagger and swung it hard, and a black aura emanated from it, directly facing the translucent sword qi that was coming towards him.

"Boom!" The moment the black sword qi and the sword light collided, a loud noise came out, and a wave of qi burst out, Zhang Sandang retreated several steps in a row, his chest was hot, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

And the translucent sword light in mid-air appeared in shape, and Zhang San's top-grade sword fell to the ground in two sections, completely becoming a pile of scrap metal.

Just when Zhang San saw that his beloved top-grade sword had become a pile of scrap metal, he was immediately furious, and he felt out a yellowed piece of paper in his arms, and opened his mouth to do something.

I just felt a chill on my neck, and a black silky thing brushed lightly on it.

There was a trace of black light on the Ghost Eater Dagger, which looked extremely evil and disgusting.

A stream of warm blood sprayed out from Zhang San's neck, the yellow paper in his hand fell to the ground, Zhang San's pupils continued to expand, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

I didn't believe that the sword that was obviously going to be hit would be such a next time, I coughed dryly twice, and the wound on my neck began to rot, and it turned into a mess of rotten meat in just a few breaths.

Mu Feng gasped heavily, grabbed the yellowed paper, and seemed to use all his energy with this blow just now, looking up at Zhao Liguo, who was really shocked.

In the short period of time that Zhang San and Mu Feng had fought for only a dozen breaths, Zhang San of the Seventh Heaven died in the hands of Mu Feng in the hands of a Fifth Heaven, how could people not be shocked.

After standing for a while, Zhao Liguo's expression returned, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even more urgent, "The second son of the Fifth Heaven can kill the people of the Seventh Heaven, then it will not be long before his Eighth Heaven will be killed, and the second son must not stay." ”

Zhao Liguo didn't think about it, and his powerful momentum erupted like a waterfall, pressing directly towards Mu Feng.

The surrounding trees were shattered inch by inch, and cracks appeared like spider webs on the rocks that were as hard as iron, and Mu Feng suddenly felt that there were tens of millions of catties of boulders pressing against him above his head, falling into the soil half a foot deep.

The bones of the whole body continued to explode, and the injuries that had been suppressed completely exploded, and a warm current erupted.

"Hmph, I'm not Zhang San's wine bag and rice bag, so I will let you know what kind of Eight Heavens are that you can't figure out. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and a long sword with an entire body of ice blue appeared, and Mu Feng felt a trace of spiritual energy on the sword.

"It's... This is a weapon of the same level as his own ghost devouring dagger, but he knows the power of this kind of weapon, Zhang San, who is as strong as the Seventh Heaven, has not died under a blow, and there is only a pile of rotten meat left. ”