Chapter 18: Anger Strike

Zhang Tianqi stood up behind Zhang Feng and smiled at the black armored man and said, "We are just here to save people. We don't mean to be enemies of hell. If you can go back to report truthfully and explain it to us for us in the Dragon Palace, Zhang Tianqi is very grateful. When we return to Yangjian, we will definitely I will burn more paper money for you!"

The big man looked at Zhang Tianqi, Zhang Feng and Ye You behind him, and sneered and said, "Friend, I know that you came to hell to save people, but how can this hell be the place where you say you can go? Moreover, you are all practitioners. You should be more clear about the rules of the government. You don't need to say anything else. You'd better go back with me to see the King of hell. Today, the King of hell is on duty. At that time, I will say a few good words to you in front of the King of hell. I don't think he will blame you.

"Bulls!" Zhang Feng stood out from behind Zhang Tianqi and said coldly with Molong's blade in his hand, "Don't treat me as a three-year-old child. Do you think we should go to see the King of Yanluo? If you are not convinced, just come here. I'm waiting for you here!" After Zhang Feng finished his words, he crossed the ink dragon blade in his hand like the past. Zhang Tianqi pulled him and said, "Son, come with Dad. Since we are in hell now, we have to bear it together, understand?"

"Hahahaha... It's really hard to persuade the damn ghost. Since you want to do it, I can accompany you twice, but let me tell you first, I'm not that kind of dragon prince. If you want to beat me, you still need two kinds of blood skills!" After saying that, the black man stretched out his hands, and the three-inch black nails on his ten fingers suddenly turned into a foot-long black blade, which looked blue and gloomy.

Zhang Tianqi did not show weakness and said to Zhang Feng, "Feng'er, lend your ink dragon blade to your father and wait for your father to clean up this old zombie." Zhang Feng nodded and said to Molong in his mind. Although Molong was reluctant to be used by others, he had to listen to the master's words.

In fact, Zhang Tianqi was also a little angry. He came to save people and did not deliberately disturb the hell, but he killed Cheng Yaojin out of thin air. He not only did not let his group leave, but also took the three people to see the king of hell. After saying all the good words, the other party just didn't listen. Although Zhang Tianqi is a practicing man, he also wanted to kill his opponent at this time. The majesty, so that his party can leave quickly.

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie was not afraid of Zhang Tianqi, because he felt that a small practitioners could not hurt him at all, so he was also very confident in his mana, so he was not afraid of the three people. Seeing Zhang Tianqi coming towards him with a black knife in his hand, he snorted coldly, and then walked two meters away from Zhang Tianqi and stopped and said, "I'll let you take action first!"

"Good! Then please." Zhang Tianqi nodded, then waved the ink dragon blade in his hand twice and roared. Then he raised the ink dragon blade over his head and unfolded a set of gossip steps under his feet. This is one of the martial arts techniques handed down by Zhang Feng's family, but Zhang Feng generally doesn't like to practice this martial arts skills, so he doesn't like to use it very much.

I saw Zhang Tianqi raising the ink dragon blade in his hand, and his eyes were full of anger. Suddenly, he hit the ten-thousand-year-old zombie, and a black knife light more than three meters long almost instantly reached the ten-year-year-old zombie. The ten-year-old zombie felt the strong power of this knife light and quickly waved his ten sword-like fingers in an instant, emitting a dark ink-like fog from his fingers, facing the knife light emitted by the ink dragon blade.

"Rumble!" A muffled sound, as if it were thundering out of thin air, and the knife split on the black fog, spreading away a lot of the black fog. Seeing that the black fog had just dispersed, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie had quickly rushed to Zhang Tianqi and grabbed Zhang Tianqi's chest three feet long in an instant.

Zhang Tianqi secretly shouted badly. Just now, due to the black fog, he did not see the zombie's every move at all. Now he suddenly rushed out and quickly greeted him with the ink dragon blade in his hand. With a click, the ten nails of the zombie and the ink dragon blade were fighting together. Then the zombie quickly pulled away and looked at his nails. , a small piece that has been cut off.

These ten nails are his life-saving weapons. I don't know how many living people have been sacrificed for many years. Today, he was cut off by others as soon as he took action. How can he not be angry? He roared and stared at Zhang Tianqi angrily. Then he dodged and hid his body into the black fog. Zhang Tianqi did not chase him. He looked coldly at the movement in the black fog to prevent the sneak attack of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie.

As the black fog became thicker and thicker, Zhang Tianqi was completely surrounded in the center. Suddenly, the ten-year-old zombie rushed over from the black fog, danced ten fingers, and suddenly grabbed Zhang Tianqi's back, and quietly, like air. Although Zhang Tianqi could not hear the sound, the spiritual consciousness of the martial arts practitioner made him feel that there was something different behind him. He quickly stepped forward and then to throw the ink dragon blade in his hand behind him.

The ten-year-old zombie did not dare to take the Molong blade, and quickly dodged. Before the Molong blade returned to Zhang Tianqi's hand, the ten-thousand-year-old zombie fiercely grabbed Zhang Tianqi's chest. Zhang Tianqi did not have Zhang Feng's protective armor. Naturally, he was afraid, and the fingers of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie were highly poisonous. Once he was scratched, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In a hurry, Zhang Tianqi quickly retreated, but the speed of the zombie was too fast. Zhang Tianqi had no choice but to use a donkey to roll on the ground and roll on the ground twice. At the same time, he also picked up the ink dragon blade that fell to the ground and then rushed up.

It is said that Zhang Tianqi's martial arts cultivation is indeed powerful, but it's just in the world. It's okay to deal with some century-old zombies, but he is a little powerless for these ten thousand years of zombies, and he is a little breathless after just a few moves. After all, ten thousand years of zombies have already formed spiritual knowledge and used the weapon they rely on for survival, that is, the ten fingers, which have long been trained to be haunted. In order to subdue the ten-thousand-year-old zombies, the King of hell sent 10,000 ghosts and ghosts to subdue them, and it was not easy to see his cultivation, so the hell became a general.

Although the ten-year-old zombie is powerful, there is nothing Zhang Tianqi can do for a while. The ink dragon blade in Zhang Tianqi's hand is transformed by the ink dragon, and the power is endless. Even those ancestors who have been in the primitive position dare not underestimate it, let alone this ten-year-old zombie with less than a small cultivation, so it is quite Ji Chan. If This ink dragon blade is in Zhang Feng's hand. I'm afraid that the ten-year-old zombie's ten fingers have been broken without knowing the details in the first round, but in Zhang Tianqi's hand, it can't even exert one thousandth of its power.

Zhang Feng and Ye You are a little anxious on the periphery. This 10,000-year-old zombie is indeed not easy to deal with. The speed is extremely fast, and the attack is silent, giving the opponent no chance to breathe at all. Although Zhang Tianqi barely supports it, he will be defeated in a short time, so Zhang Feng also became nervous.

"Hahahaha! The light of the fire also wants to compete with the bright moon. I will kill you today, so as not to cause harm in the future!" This ten-thousand-year-old zombie sneered arrogantly. Then, his speed was faster, and his ten fingers were like black swords. He saw that Zhang Tianqi had slowed down, aimed at his chest, and suddenly inserted Zhang Tianqi.

Zhang Feng exclaimed. It seemed that it was difficult for his father to avoid this move. He couldn't help shouting, " ten thousand years of zombies, you beast, dare to hurt my father. I won't let you die!" After saying that, he took down the rosefinch shooting sun bow on his body and flew into the air in an instant.

Zhang Tianqi had found that it was not good at this time. He hurriedly blocked his chest with the ink dragon blade. The ten-year-old zombie's ten fingers just inserted into the knife surface of the ink dragon blade, and heard a dragon chant. A black light instantly devoured the fingers of the ten-thousand-year-old zombie, and the ten-year-old zombie felt a powerful force emanating from his body. Come on, I was shocked to know that this is the power contained in the fog. If I don't get out quickly, I'm afraid ten fingers can't keep it.

At this time, although Zhang Tianqi used the ink dragon blade to reach this deadly attack, the power of the zombie was so powerful that it flew out almost in an instant. At the same time, his face turned pale and was obviously injured. Although the ink dragon blade in his hand was powerful, it was only its own strength, and Zhang Tianqi could not play it. .

The ten-thousand-year-old zombie took advantage of Zhang Tianqi to fly backwards, and his fingers were kept. He couldn't help but secretly celebrate, but he did not stop because of this. He followed Zhang Tianqi and grabbed Zhang Tianqi's head with his right hand. If this catch is really caught, Zhang Tianqi will definitely end up with a scattered soul.

"Yeyou, take my father away first. I'll deal with these beasts!" After Zhang Feng finished his words, he had already shot the rosefinch into the sun bow and held the full moon. Ye You knew the power of Zhang Feng's bow and arrow. Seeing that the ten-thousand-year-old zombie was about to rush to Zhang Tianqi, he raised it casually, emitting a black fire dragon with a thin thigh, and quickly met the ten-thousand-year-old zombie. At the same time, his body seemed to fly quickly like a ghost. Behind Zhang Tianqi, he hugged Zhang Tianqi and shouted to Zhang Feng in the air, "Be careful!" After saying that, he quickly escaped with Zhang Tianqi's already shaky soul.

The ten-year-old zombie just wanted to catch up, but he saw that the black fire dragon had rushed over. Although it was much smaller than the fire dragon just now, he did not dare to take it. After all, he had heard of the notoriety of the ghost fire. Yeyou had escaped, so the underworld fire still wanted to lose its master's order and collide around in the air. The ghosts sent by more than a dozen hell kings were unlucky and hurriedly drove out of their magic weapons to resist the devastating fire dragon.