When the group of people was near, Zhang Qianfeng and Ku Nian flew down, and the ghosts and people saw the people clearly, and their faces changed drastically. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He hesitated for a moment and said, "I said how I couldn't find the immortal envoy, it turned out that the immortal envoy came to the door by himself." ”

Zhang Qianfeng's eyes were like knives, sweeping over everyone, and the rest didn't know the rest. He said calmly: "Is it you thieves who killed me from the Heavenly Gate?"

Everyone laughed one after another, and the laughter was extremely sharp, and the thousand birds snorted and said, "If we are thieves, then the people who die at the hands of us are not even as good as thieves?"

Zhang Qianfeng said: "To fight more and fight less, you are still proud?"

Qianfowl shouted: "In the war together, what does it matter if there are many people and few people? What we fight is to defeat the weak with the strong! Win with outwitting!"

He shouted, shaking the mountains rumbling, Zhang Qianfeng thought: "He is reporting to the ghost head, those six people are coming in a blink of an eye!" He held the belief that he would die, and he didn't get out, and slapped it out, and the dry thought grabbed to help, and the two of them suddenly attacked by surprise, and their martial arts were far better than that of thousands of birds.

The ghost officials were furious, and they went down in all directions and surrounded them. A tiger-headed guest grabbed down, his paws touching withered thoughts, and sneering. Ku Nian smiled and said, "There are two hits!" suddenly circled, the offensive was like a tide, and the tiger head was in danger in a few moves. However, the other six people came up and helped each other, each making a move, the internal force was cohesive, strong and flexible, and the dry mind couldn't win for a while.

Zhang Qianfeng faced the remaining seven people, using Fuxi Tongtiandao, a moment in front of him, a while to the distance, striking out the palm power, always from the unimaginable place, and the palm power penetrated the true qi, directly hit the body surface, although the martial arts of these seven people are high, although the skills are strong, but they are also dwarfed, and the situation is unfavorable.

After fighting more than 100 moves like this, he didn't see the ghost head coming, Zhang Qianfeng and Ku Nian were in high spirits, and they let go of their hands and feet, and the palm wind and fingers were mixed together, powerful and unstoppable. Seeing this, the fourteen ghost officials also fought side by side, supporting each other, some defending, some attacking, and some dispatching in the center, forming a formation. Even if Zhang Qianfeng's side has the upper hand, if he wants to win, he can't be impatient.

Suddenly, Ku Nian exclaimed in surprise and shouted, "I... I'm going back to Gathering Soul Mountain!" she couldn't stay in the mortal world for long, and when the time came, she would naturally disappear. Zhang Qianfeng's heart froze, he was anxious to think of countermeasures, and shouted and scolded loudly, but he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ten thousand ghosts and everyone were overjoyed, and there was an eagle leader who made a move to "light vertical wings", kicked with one leg, and threw the feathers like a thousand hidden weapons. Zhang Qianfeng retreated obliquely, slammed his palm, and made the heavy hand spew blood from the mouth of the eagle-headed man, and then rose into the air, hitting with both palms, and the palm force smashed down like an iron cannon, and with a few clicks, wounding the bones of the two hands.

But he attacked too quickly, and the old man with a sheep's horn pointed out his finger power, like a rhinoceros top horn, and the ivory spurted out, hitting Zhang Qianfeng's left arm, he snorted, and his body was stained with blood, only to feel that there was a very powerful acid poison in the finger force, which made his wound difficult to heal for a while.

He is the body of breaking the clouds, concentrating slightly, and dissolving this finger force, but this moment of delay, there is a black-faced monk snatching it, and the Zen staff hit Zhang Qianfeng's head, the momentum is like a violent wind, the gangsters are angry, Zhang Qianfeng shouted, a fire sword appeared in his palm, and the Zen staff was shattered, and the black-faced monk slapped his backhand, hurting Zhang Qianfeng's acupoint.

Zhang Qianfeng was angry, he didn't back down, and his internal force shook back, and immediately shattered the black-faced monk's hand bones. He thought, "I should hold on to the gate and find the gap to win." But a sentence from the past suddenly flashed in his ears: "Senior brother, don't hesitate! Don't be soft-hearted!"

Zhang Qianfeng laughed, his expression was a little hideous, as if the night suddenly covered his face, making him from a kind and gentle person to a beast with no way out. He slammed his palm on the ground, and with a bang, the ground shook, and the internal force shook along the surface, causing severe pain in the feet of the three of them, and cracked leg bones.

A big man, a thin man, and a short and fat man rushed over, and made ruthless moves everywhere, hitting Zhang Qianfeng on the back. Zhang Qianfeng screamed in pain, but instead showed a smile, causing the Mixed Yuan Xuangong to suck the palms of the three people, turn around, and slap the heads of the three people, killing the three people.

He didn't use his skills to heal his wounds, and hit a woman, who saw that he was flawed, and the steel fork in her hand stabbed over, and in an instant, blood splashed everywhere, hurting Zhang Qianfeng's arm. Zhang Qianfeng held the steel fork, the internal force surged, the woman screamed, the meridians all over her body were chaotic, and she was desperate on the spot.

Zhang Qianfeng lifted the woman up, threw it out, and slapped the woman's body into a pulp, as if falling from a high mountain, but Zhang Qianfeng's figure flickered, and when he reached the back of the white beard, he pierced the person's chest with a palm. When all the ghosts saw him so brave, they seemed to risk their lives and kill people with all their might, and they were all shocked.

These fourteen ghost officials are all the dominant party among the ten thousand ghosts, a generation of master craftsmen with exquisite demon methods, if Zhang Qianfeng fights them with moves and martial arts, less than a thousand moves, the winner must not be distinguished. However, his style suddenly changed drastically, and he sacrificed his life to fight for every move, where is he like an immortal envoy who is guided by thousands of immortals? He relied on his physique to kill back and forth, and he was seriously injured in his breath, but he also killed the enemy.

Although Zhang Qianfeng's physical strength has dropped sharply, his heart is vigorous, and he doesn't realize it at all, but he is happy to push himself to a dead end. He only feels the beauty of killing, and he is happy to take revenge, even if others scold him, he must be cleansed with blood. He vaguely felt that the enemy was afraid, and was forced to panic by his momentum, and scattered, and the formation was scattered, which made him feel comfortable, and the more frightened and sad the enemy, the more joyful and comfortable he himself became. He felt that he had been wrapped in the shell of hypocrisy for too long, and now he came out to breathe, killing and killing people, which was the most reasonable thing in the world and the supreme bliss.

What is to convince people with virtue, what is the first salute and then the soldiers, what is the move to see the move, what is to strengthen the body, it is all fart. When encountering enemies, martial arts can only be used for general purposes.

He jumped into the air and fell to the ground with a thousand pounds, crushing a fat man to pieces. The enemies around him were very cowardly, and it could be seen that his methods were cruel, and he knew that he could not escape, so he also roared loudly, and all of them took his vital point, and each of them was willing to sacrifice their lives to kill the enemy and chase and fight.

Suddenly, Zhang Qianfeng smiled slightly, and with a flick of his left and right hands, the true qi around him flowed, like a whirlpool, which was the divine method of Mixed Yuan Xuangong. How did the four people expect that he suddenly became ingenious again, in a panic, he couldn't retract the momentum, Zhang Qianfeng moved the four people around, banging four times, each of them had a sharp pain in their chests, and staggered away. Zhang Qianfeng rotated sideways like a wheel, making a move "Nine Stars Lianzhu", and the fire sword in his hand stabbed the last four people into a thousand holes.

He hoarsely hissed, laughed a few times, and fell to his knees in a pool of blood. At this time, the backlog of pain counterattacked, cruelly stabbing and slashing in the body, Zhang Qianfeng endured it to death, his body trembled, and he broke through the Yunxian method to resist.

There was a sound of footsteps in his ears again, he looked up and saw fifteen people standing in front of him, there is no doubt that these fifteen people are also ten thousand ghosts and ghosts, and the tragic scene in front of him shocked everyone's hearts, and they were in chaos for a while. The leading ghost official was a hunchbacked tall man, he calmed down and said, "I killed thousands of fake immortals, and now I know that ten thousand immortals are not in vain. ”

Zhang Qianfeng was powerless to resist, but he didn't want to die in the hands of the Ten Thousand Ghost Juniors, so he said indifferently: "What about your ghost heads? Why don't you come and kill me?"

The hunchbacked tall man was scheming, and when he saw that Zhang Qianfeng was definitely not supported, he was relieved and said with a smile: "You ghost leaders have gone to find Bodhi, but for some reason, they seem to ignore our calls." ”

Zhang Qianfeng thought to himself: "If the sect master is on the 'Rentou Mountain', the cold air will hit people, and no one will be able to approach it except him, and he will be safe." But if he celebrates with the crowd in the Sword Sect, then... Everything is over. ”

That's it.... Has it disappeared from the world?

Suddenly, a person grabbed Zhang Qianfeng, took a step, and reached thirty zhang away, when all the ghost officials looked out of the door and shouted: "Fuxi leads to the heavens!

Zhang Qianfeng looked up and saw himself lying in Kunpeng's arms, and asked, "Teacher... Brother. ”

Kunpeng smiled bitterly and said, "Immortal Envoy, you are more capable than me, how can you call me Senior Brother?"

Zhang Qianfeng looked behind Kunpeng again, and saw more than 100 people in formation, and more than 1,000 people standing behind. Hopeful, he asked, "Shanhaimen?"

Kunpeng nodded and said, "Others are drunk and dreaming of death, our Shanhaimen is still studying the formation, the enemy is attacking, and we escaped from the secret passage down the mountain." Although he was impatient, he thought everything well, and dug a retreat from his own house to the bottom of the mountain.

Although Zhang Qianfeng's body was painful and his heart was bitter, he also laughed out loud and said: "Born in sorrow and died in peace, this is true." ”

Kunpeng put Zhang Qianfeng on the grass and said loudly: "Listen to the disciples of the Qilin Pavilion of the Shanhai Gate, now that all immortals are born and destroyed, the burden is on our shoulders!

Thousands of people shouted in unison: "Kill the demons, destroy all the ghosts, preside over the right path, and protect the ten thousand immortals!"

Kunpeng smiled: "Very good! Where are the ten thousand ghosts now?"

The disciples of the Qilin Pavilion used their body techniques, and in an instant, they surrounded all the ghost officials, each of them stood up with their blades, stepped on the direction of Fuxi, pointed at the enemy, and said, "It's right in front of you!"

The ghost officials looked disdainful, and the hunchbacked tall man said: "Look at these kids' skills, they are just small crumbs flying in the air and ferrying boats, are they in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

Suddenly, ten Qilin Pavilion disciples grabbed it, their palms came out together, the blades rained down, and two ghost officials shot to meet the enemy, snorted, and were injured in an instant. The Qilin Formation was launched immediately, flowing clouds and water, endlessly, running endlessly, sometimes like stormy waves, sometimes like a dense forest separated by the wind. The faces of the ghost officials finally showed fear, and they didn't dare to slack off, and fought back with all their might.

Zhang Qianfeng saw that the situation was stalemate, and it was difficult for the disciples to win for a while, but he had no worries about defeat, so he calmed down, drummed up the true qi in his body, and repaired the wound.

Kunpeng said to him: "Don't worry, you can't die, and ten thousand immortals can't be destroyed." "Speaking of tiptoe, he has flown into the Qilin formation, dispatched in the center, and helped each other, and the power of this formation suddenly doubled.

Zhang Qianfeng suddenly wanted to cry, but this time it was not grief, let alone despair. He understood that the mountains and seas that had been poured into his heart and soul in the past were not in vain, and at this moment, they had become the hope of all immortals.

He closed his eyes, undisturbed, the immortal body healed itself, and the wound was stitched up.