Chapter 140 Kiss of the Dead

All people were shocked, and this unknown breath made everyone afraid from the bottom of their hearts.

Lie Xian has always been very confident. He knows that wisdom is very important, and his own strength is equally important. If two people with little difference in strength meet, then the one who dies must be the one with poor wisdom and strategy.

He was not worried about the many masters who had come, but the guy who was fighting with Zhang Wenfeng at this moment had to worry him.

From the power of darkness, the door of the underworld, there must be evil things coming.

In a faint time, you can see the dark cave opened in the void. Some unknown creatures are crawling out of it, and the smell of death is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, among the hundreds of disciples who are still on the scene, there are more than 30 disciples of the Fire Gate, whose cultivation is just a practice of qi.

The purpose of the sect is to let them reach the realm of induction through trials.

And Liexian must be fully responsible for their safety.

"After the talk!" Lie Xian did not hesitate and gave an order to the disciples of the Fire Gate who were still fighting on the field.

Those disciples who were still fighting suddenly cheered up, attacked fiercely, and then turned back. The law of the Fire Gate is very strict, especially during the external trials, and must be guided by the captain.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Zhang Yi also felt the breath, but he felt that it was nothing.

Lie Xian did not explain, and his eyebrows frowned slightly. It seems that he has been practicing for so long, this is the real competition!

"Brother, these two escaped from the mountain..." A teenager said to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi glanced at Zhu Yi and Xiao Fei casually. They were not bound by their hands and feet. He said lightly, "Kill them."

"But..." The teenager hesitated, "They said that they were disciples of Huanglong Taoism, and they also had identity tokens of Huanglong Taoism."

Zhu Yi stared at Zhang Yi with sharp eyes. This guy was about to kill himself as soon as he opened his mouth, but the strength of the other party was obviously a period of condensation. He howled in his heart. Why did he always meet such a person and improve his cultivation quickly?

***

"Ha ha, my move is good!" Zhao Ke was satisfied and looked at his masterpiece. Twelve ghost generals stood neatly in front of him. Each ghost's body is covered with a thick armor stomach, and in his hand is a huge sword comparable to a thunder sword, like a general who has experienced hundreds of battles, but these ghosts' bodies exude a cold breath of death. The ghost general in the gate of hell. He introduced Zhang Wenfeng in a ostentatious manner.

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the twelve ghost generals in front of Zhao Ke and unconsciously felt that there was a haze in his heart. This feeling was very bad.

Would or not?

Zhang Wenfeng needs to choose. His flying sword has not been used for a long time!

[Ghost Zhan] Sword, this is his sword. This sword is dark and will not reflect a trace of light. Instead, it seems to devour the bright sword. As soon as it appears, the light around it darkens.

Zhang Wenfeng gently rotated the [Ghost Zhan] sword in his hand, and the sword body drew a circle around his body. As soon as it was crossed, all the light around him was swallowed up.

Zhao Ke sneered in his heart that there were twelve ghosts in front of him. The other party's flying sword was really amazing and could devour the light. Although he can't see what the other party is doing at this moment, he is still not afraid of any conspiracy.

The twelve ghosts slowly formed a circle and trapped Zhao Ke in the middle.

The area of darkness gradually becomes larger, and the surrounding light can't shine into this circle at all.

Suddenly, Zhao Ke felt black in front of him, and he was actually shrouded in it.

"Hmm." He was very angry that he had summoned the twelve ghost generals, and the other party even tried to reverse them, which was unforgivable.

The eagle-like eyes narrowed into a crack, and there was nothing he had. There were twelve ghosts around him, and then suddenly disappeared in place.

Zhao Ke pointed his right hand into a sword and gently stroked the void in front of him!

A golden light shot into the open void, which is a channel through which Zhao Ke and Zhang Wenfeng can clearly see each other clearly.

The twelve ghosts had twelve sharp swords in their hands, and the sword spirit was shocked. The ghost passed through this passage and stabbed Zhang Wenfeng.

At the moment when the sharp sword pierced the entrance of the channel, Zhang Wenfeng's sword finger also came from the opposite side. This finger was like the yin and yang poles of a magnet, with great suction power and accurately hit together.

The impact did not shoot a single sound.

Zhang Wenfeng snorted, and his body also took a step back. A cold breath was wrapped around his left hand. The other party actually gathered twelve swords together to form a sword. The sword spirit on the sword had never been seen before.

Death!

This is the breath of the giant sword in the hands of the twelve ghosts, and it is also the cold breath that invaded his left hand.

The whole arm trembled involuntarily and gradually became numb. Zhang Wenfeng frowned. The black sword in his right hand has been integrated with the dark space around him, and he is brewing the sword.

Since his favorite cicada was killed by ghosts, he looked for the sword formula, and finally found this flying sword containing the sword formula - Ghost Chopping. In fact, the most powerful part of this sword is not to devour the light, but to kill ghosts.

In the dark, a sword with great righteousness became stronger and stronger. Zhao Ke was shocked. He had just used twelve ghost generals, and he could have injured the other party because of this move. Now, in the darkness of the dark creature, a vast sword spirit broke out, and he was puzzled.

"kill the spirit!"

Zhang Wenfeng felt that he had accumulated enough strength. The black flying sword in his hand gently stroked, and the two green light in the dark immediately extinguished. Then the sword turned and a pair of blue annihilated.

Zhao Ke was shocked. Has the other party found a weakness in his magnificent move?

He knew the weakness of his move, his cultivation was limited, and the magic formula he got was not complete, so the door of death that could be opened was very limited. He was grateful that the ghosts in the ghost world could come out. Originally, he could only summon ghost soldiers. But why can't this ghost general deal with a Zhang Wenfeng?

After Zhang Wenfeng killed the eleventh ghost general, the last remaining ghost general suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed crazily. The eleven ghosts who were killed turned into countless spirits of death.

After absorbing these gases of death, the ghost made a bone-like explosion.

In the dark place, Zhang Wenfeng can have insight. At this moment, the ghost general who absorbed eleven companions has changed greatly, showing a white-boned skeleton body, and the huge sword in his hand has also turned into a bone sword.

On the skull's head, in the empty eye sockets, two ghost fires the size of soybeans are beating gently.

Looking at the changed ghost generals, Zhang Wenfeng looked more solemn and must fight quickly!

Ghost chopping!

There seemed to be a barrier that could penetrate the space in the deep voice. Everyone present heard it clearly, and the two people who were originally shrouded in the dark finally appeared.

The ghost in Zhang Wenfeng's hand seems to have swallowed all the darkness, and the body of the sword is more blurred and unreal; there are countless black flames jumping on the sword - ghost fire.

The bone sword in the ghost's hand was pulled on his left arm, and countless small sparks burst out in the "squeaky" sound.

Zhang Wenfeng raised his sword over his head, and the ghost fire on the sword rotated around the sword body. His eyes closed slightly, and two syllables were gently prominent in his mouth.

He wants to break through the enemy!

***

"Who is coming?" Zhang Yi looked at the brigade behind him. His team had turned around, and the long sword in his hand had already come out of the box, staring at the defense.

"Since you dare to destroy our refinery cave, just stay!" The man came to a middle-aged man with two mustaches. His hair was very thin and his scalp was clearly visible.

"Ren array!" Lie Xian has seen that this battle is inevitable, only war.

The disciples of the Fire Gate immediately set up a sword array, and the disciples of Huanglong Taoist Temple also set up a sword array. At this moment, Zhang Wenfeng, the leader of the team, is not here. They should do a good job in defense and preserve their strength.

"Playing arrays?" The beard on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth was up, and he was laughing very happily. He stretched out his hand and waved it gently, and many disciples behind him immediately lay out a formation.

"Sword array, cloud hammer array, it seems that you can only be beaten by me." The middle-aged man smiled confidently. His cloud hammer array is extremely powerful. This is a rune array specially designed to deal with the sword array.

There was no room for relaxation between the two sides. At the same time, a red air sword suddenly appeared above the sword array, a hundred feet of air sword; a hammer like a hammer also appeared over the cloud hammer array, and the huge hammer pointed to the air sword from afar, as if waiting for the qi sword to be cut.

The array is opposite, which is also divided into long attack and near attack. Generally, if you are not familiar with the opponent's battle array, you will choose a long attack, and finally choose to attack when you rush.

Xiao Fei looked at the distant opposition between the two sides, and the outburst pressure made him palpitate. If it is affected, there is absolutely only one way to choose - death.

Zhu Yi also saw it. Although it was a group of demons, if it hadn't been for this group of demons, the Fire Gate would certainly not have relaxed its vigilance against himself. Xiao Fei, shall we escape?"

"Well," Xiao Fei looked around. Everyone was fighting, and no one would notice them. Immediately stimulated the true qi, and the seal planted in the body was easily broken by the water dragon. How's your seal?"

Zhu Yi smiled and showed that he had finished the seal.

The two quickly escaped from the battle, and they were not willing to be the spilled fish, or as far as possible.

"Yo, someone threw himself into the trap." A voice was cheering, and he was very excited.

Zhu Yi lamented in the net, why is it so tragic? Before he escaped, he was caught by the demon, and he was still such a lame fishing net.

"Gone him out!" Xiao Fei's eyes were cold, staring at the man who was still cheering and ordered.

Although this fishing net is strong, it can't block Xiao Fei. His rainbow shadow sword is extremely sharp. With the help of sword spirit, he can easily handle his own netting.

"Do you want to save him? As long as you can accept the kiss of the dead, you can save him. At first, he said seriously and saw the shadow of the sword in front of Xiao Fei, he laughed, "How's it going? Do you want to think about it?" Seeing Xiao Feijian turn over, he warned, "Don't try to escape or attack, I suggest." With that, a sharp sword gently pierced Zhu Yi's chest, and the red blood stained his clothes.

"Xiao Fei, kill him, don't worry about me." Zhu Yi is righteous and awe-inspiring.