This was the first time he saw a sword cultivator other than himself.

In Mo country, sword cultivators are rare.

"I will use your head to pay homage to Liu Bo's heroic spirit."

As soon as the sound fell, the ghost wolf's figure swept out and turned into an afterimage.

The sword in his hand slashed straight at Zheng Zhi's neck.

Zheng Zhi's pupils shrank sharply, and the judgment sword in his hand moved slightly.

"clang!"

The jingle sounded and sparks flew everywhere.

After one blow failed, the ghost wolf looked ferociously and drew his sword again.

The sound of the sword sounded, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal. The sword energy condensed and turned into a ferocious wolf shadow.

The shadow of the wolf raged, and Zheng Zhi retreated violently.

On his shoulder, there was a sword wound that looked like a bite mark.

"elder brother!"

Seeing that her brother was injured, Zheng Qingqing was worried, with a look of distress on her pretty face.

"nothing."

Zheng Zhi turned around and gave his sister a gentle look.

Then, he looked at Ghost Wolf: "Sword skills?"

If martial arts skills are already rare, then this sword skill is even more rare.

Sword skills are not only rare, but also extremely powerful.

An intermediate sword skill, the power is not weaker than ordinary high-level martial arts.

"Is this the Canlang Sword Technique?"

"It is rumored that Poison Wolf, the head of Evil Wolf Mountain, used this technique to kill a powerful Kongyou man!"

…

Some people recognized the sword skills used by Ghost Wolf and exclaimed.

"I didn't expect that this ghost wolf is not very young, but he has already learned 70% of the charm of this swordsmanship. He is expected to be a swordsman before the age of forty."

Liu De sighed.

"It seems that this genius is in trouble."

On the side, Zhang San echoed, his eyes never leaving Guilang and Zheng Zhi.

"I do hope that Zheng Zhi can win."

Guan Kun said with a smile.

"There is no fear on this kid's face. He should have some backup plans. Let's see!"

Liu De nodded slightly, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Zheng Zhi did not dare to be careless, his whole body was shaken, and the mysterious energy burst out of his body.

The temperature in the hall suddenly dropped sharply at this moment.

"As expected."

Seeing the cold profound energy around Zheng Zhi, Ghost Wolf smiled: "Without the Fire Saint Body, what do you have to fight with me?"

The sound fell, and the ghost wolf moved again.

"Ouch!"

A wolf howled into his ears, and sharp sword energy burst through the air.

The edge of the sword is like flowing water.

"call out!"

Zheng Zhi said nothing, released his mysterious energy, and rushed out.

A sword.

A simple sword!

The bloody sword light is eye-catching and alluring.

"clang!"

Under many horrified eyes, the two swords collided fiercely, like two ferocious beasts fighting for their lives.

The ghost wolf's eyes were captivating, and his face with a sneer suddenly solidified.

In front of him, the proud sword power was instantly shattered.

"Crack!"

The sound of shattering reached my ears, and the sword in Ghost Wolf's hand broke into two pieces.

The ghost wolf's eyes widened in vain.

But it was too late to react, because a bloody sword edge was already touching his neck.

The difference of millimeters can be seen as bright red.

The sound of joking floated in my ears.
Chapter completed!