Sword Emperor in the city

Chapter 23

With just a sweep of their paws, the famous Master Zeng Zizhen and Master Bu Zhou were like two chickens who had no power to fight back.

Hu San's big sword and Zhao Mingming's wooden sword followed closely behind with a lot of momentum, the former's big sword was the first.

The big knife is wrapped in a huge knife shadow. The real big knife is like a driver in the knife shadow.

The Black Mountain old demon remained unmoved, raised his cloak again, and stood in front of him. The sword came fiercely and collided with it suddenly.

There was a sound, which made the ears hurt, and the shadow of the knife that cut on the cloak shattered on the spot.

The Black Mountain old demon thought that he had dispelled the attack, and the moment he put down his cloak, unexpectedly, a real big sword descended from the sky with infinite blade wind, and slashed at its forehead.

It was too late to fight back, the majestic sword was so powerful that it gave people a sense of omnipotence, Liu Feifei sighed, Hu San is not a cultivator, but he has the power of a cultivator, he is worthy of a generation of masters .

There was a clanging sound like metal colliding, and a gust of wind passed by. The strength of the gust of wind lifted the table and sent the surrounding strong men flying out like fallen leaves, vomiting blood one after another.

The big sword slashed above the head of the Black Mountain old demon, and Zhao Mingming's wooden sword also stopped suddenly at this moment. Everything in the world seemed to have stagnated at this moment, and the torrential rain was blown to pieces by the violent wind of the knife. It hasn't fallen for a long time.

Everyone's eyes widened, looking expectantly and nervously at the old Black Mountain demon and the big knife that was slashing above its head.

This knife killed the Montenegrin old demon?
However, the Black Mountain old demon obviously didn't have the slightest scar, not even a trace, so why didn't it move?what happened?
Could it be that Hu San's knife didn't split his head open, but the all-pervasive wind of the knife smashed the things in the head of the Black Mountain old demon to pieces?
Hu San was gasping for breath. This move obviously cost him a lot of internal energy, sweat as big as soybeans covered his bare upper body.

Master Buzhou and Zeng Zi really struggled to get up from the ground, blood kept flowing from their mouths, and the Black Mountain old demon just swept them away, but they were seriously injured.

This gap is too great, right?
Zhao Mingming put his two fingers together, his chubby body tensed, beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he tried his best to control the wooden sword.

The eyes of Jin Feng and the others were very bright, and they directly killed the old black mountain demon?It can't be that simple, can it?It would be good to kill the old Black Mountain demon, but it's too easy, right?
Everyone was a little surprised. It would be the best if Hu San really killed the old black mountain demon with one knife. If not, with the strength of the old black mountain demon, everyone present would probably bleed profusely.

Liu Feifan didn't feel secretly happy like everyone else, but frowned instead. The black mountain old demon's cultivation was two levels higher than him, so he was killed by Hu San, who was not even a cultivator?

This is too unrealistic, right?Absolutely impossible.

Before Liu Feifan could express his anxiety, a scene that surprised everyone even more appeared.

I saw a wisp of bright red blood flowing from the top of the black mountain old demon's head and the sword. The appearance of the blood undoubtedly made everyone ecstatic. Hu San really killed the old black mountain demon?

At this time, Zhuge Jie, who had been hiding all the time, had his eyes lit up, and he walked up like flying, and ran up suddenly, stood in front of the Black Mountain old demon, looked left and right, and then sacrificed a small sword.

With the wind, the small sword stabbed the old Heishan demon's throat. Immediately afterwards, Zhuge Jie turned around, with a proud face, calm and calm, and said: "Don't worry, everyone, the old Heishan demon is dead. The Eight Diagrams sword is invincible, even if it has an iron body and steel frame, it is useless.

Hehehehe, everyone, rest assured, there is absolutely no problem. "

After Zhuge Jie finished speaking, he did not forget to cast a provocative look at Liu Feifan, as if the Montenegrin old demon had killed himself, and swayed swaggeringly.

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Liu Feifan's face suddenly changed, his pupils shrank, and he hurriedly shouted: "Idiot, don't run away."

But it was all too late.

Zhuge Jie's Eight Diagrams Sword pierced Heishan Old Demon's throat, but the Eight Diagrams Sword did not pierce through his throat, the force was too strong, it just sank, and it didn't even pierce his skin.

When Zhuge Jie heard the voice and turned around, he saw a sarcastic smile on the face of the black mountain old demon, his wide open mouth was full of fangs glowing with cold light, one arm was raised high, sharp The claws are like five small knives.

"How stupid, am I going to be killed so easily? Stupid.

Tsk tsk, I wonder if your internal organs are more delicious than ordinary people? "

Zhuge Jie's face was ashen, his whole body trembled, his whole body changed color, he knew that he was going to die.

He was desperate, he wanted to cry out, he wanted to escape, but everything was too late, he gave everyone a look for help, but no one paid attention to him.

With a puff.

Blood splatter.

As the black mountain old demon's claws fell, there were two more corpses on the ground, Zhuge Jie was divided into two, the blood seemed to be poured out, splashed everywhere, the internal organs were still beating, people were already dead Die again.

Everyone gasped. Although Zhuge Jie did it on his own, this scene was indeed a bit scary.

The Black Mountain old demon savagely pulled out the big knife above his head and threw it on the ground, bringing out a bunch of blood flowers, it didn't take it seriously, under the trembling eyes of everyone, it picked up Zhuge Jie's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys, like eating vegetables Usually stuffed in the mouth.

Blood flowed down the sharp mouth of the Montenegro old demon, and the sound of biting made people swallow a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, and the coldness permeated from the bones.

The Montenegrin old demon ate up Zhuge Jie's internal organs, wiped his sharp mouth gracefully, and grinned: "You people's internal organs are not so much better than ordinary people's.

If the internal organs of ordinary people are vegetables, then the internal organs of you strange people are just tofu.

Tsk tsk, I don't know how the internal organs of real cultivators are different? "

After finishing speaking, the blood-red eyes of the Montenegro old demon looked at Liu Feifan.

Liu Feifei wants to cry but has no tears. Are you too picky?Aren't they all internal organs?There is a fart difference.

"You are the last main course, don't worry, I will taste it carefully!" The Montenegrin old demon smiled.

Taste your sister, do you taste Lao Tzu's papa?
"You are not bad, you actually hurt me, the second one is you!" The Montenegro old demon smiled and looked at Hu San.

Hu San's strong body trembled, and his whole body was about to fall apart after using his sword to slash. What else would he use to fight against the old black mountain demon?

The Montenegro old demon stopped talking nonsense, flapped his wings, and the wind blew violently. In an instant, it appeared in front of Hu San, his blood-red eyes narrowed, and his claws swished down.

At this moment, there was a sword cry, and the sharp sword aura was everywhere, and a silver light sword aura passed directly between the man and the demon, forcing the old demon of Montenegro to retract his claws.

(End of this chapter)