Chapter 144: Ghost king streamer

"Miss your mother's head!" An Zijie exploded directly, completely disregarding her being one enemy and two, while retrieving Chiming, a black streamer was taken out, followed by the wind swaying, and suddenly the sky was full of darkness. Out of it, thousands of faces emerged from the black gas, beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow, as if in this black streamer, there are thousands of people in the world.
With the urging of An Zijie, the infinite black energy spins wildly, thousands of faces are constantly changing, and finally it turns into a huge ghost with tens of feet and three heads and six arms. The thunder array under Zhao Sihai broke, followed by Zhao Sihai's reaction, a burst of roar, the endless ghost spirit was like substance, and he literally drove Zhao Sihai away dozens of feet away...
Next to Su Jin wanted to help, but was caught by a ghost hand that suddenly stretched out, followed by a hard smash, only to hear a muffled noise, Su Jin was smashed into the ground, paved in bluestone On the street, a big pit was smashed...
The three-headed, six-armed ghost seemed to be still not relieved. Before Su Jin came out of the big pit, he stepped on it. All of a sudden, he saw only a scene of flying sand, dust and smoke...
"Cough..." After a long while, Su Jin crawled out of the pit and coughed a few times, even with bloodshot cough, and the whole person looked even more embarrassed. ...
But Su Jin was laughing...
And the louder the laughter.
"An Zijie, this ghost king streamer that your master gave you, I am afraid that you can still support a quarter of an hour?"
"How is it?" An Zijie sneered: "As long as I have a hand in hand, it is the ghost king's combat power. You, Lishanjian faction, have the first inner door, and a true biography of Qianshan Zong, you must stay here today! "
"Hehe..." Zhao Sihai, who was fought by the ghost king, suddenly smirked when he heard An Zijie's words: "An Zijie, I said to you people from the Netherworld Sect earlier. It’s in your master’s hands, just because of a weak chicken that kills you and kills you. The punch and kick just now is your limit. Don’t say I won’t give you a chance. I’m standing here now. Move the ghost king streamer to show me..."
"Humph!" An Zijie snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, did not even look at Zhao Sihai, as if it was not a true disciple of Qianshan Sect, but a ball of air.
But I was insulting in my heart. The mother Qian Shanzong, Zhao Sihai, was just as slippery as the loach. He was really guessed by me. All I can do is make the ghost king use a punch...
Of course, you must not be soft on your lips...
"Zhao Sihai, since you said that, if it weren't like that, my ghost king streamer was standing here, how about you come and bump?"
"This..." Zhao Sihai's smile suddenly froze.
Damn, the little king and of Youmingzong also learned badly...
Lao Tzu said that you can't urge it but just talk about it.
That's the ghost king...
With a punch, ten life-soul monks like me couldn't stop it...
Whoever touches and touches, I don’t touch anyway.
"Right..." When Zhao Sihai scolded his heart, he saw Su Jin crawling out of the pit, and suddenly he was happy: "That, Brother Su, aren't you saying that the sword sword has no return, What I want to say is that An Zijie is now a strong foreigner and a strong cadre. When you cut off with a sword, An Zijie is determined to kneel!"
"Oh shit……"
When Zhao Sihai said this, whether it was An Zijie or Su Jin, they all scolded in unison. Is this a human?
"Okay, two..." Su Jin just ate the ghost king's foot just now. The injury was more serious than Zhao Sihai. After crawling out of the pit, he coughed several times in a row, even though he swallowed two pills. Temporarily stabilized the injury, but when he spoke, he was still somewhat feeble: "Let's rest..."
After breathing for a few more breaths, seeing that both of them did not speak, Su Jin then spoke again: "Now it's clear that no one of us can help but the three of us. If I join forces with Zhao Ni lo, I have a chance to kill you, whose surname is An. , But who gave you a good master with the surname Ann, even the big killer such as the ghost king streamer was willing to give it to you, but fortunately, you are just a weak chicken with two lives, even if the ghost king streamer is in hand, Don’t think about the two of us..."
"Hey, how do you say it!" The two of them suddenly stopped doing it.
"Don't be noisy, let me finish speaking. Is it easy for me to talk while vomiting blood? Now, this situation is a dead end, but I have an idea..."
"What idea?"
"It’s very simple. The reason why the three of us came here was nothing more than the sword. Otherwise, the three of us went in together, forcing them to hand over the sword. As for which hand it fell after. On the other hand, the three of us saw a real chapter in our hands. Otherwise, we haven’t seen the sword yet. The three of us killed and killed first. It seems a bit uneconomical..."
Su Jin's words came out, no matter whether it was Zhao Sihai or An Zijie, they were both in shock. After a little hesitation, the two looked at each other again, and finally nodded at the same time.
"Yes, then do as you say, but if the other party refuses to hand it over, what about the three of us?" After thinking about it, Zhao Sihai couldn't help but asked again.
"Hehe..." Su Jin and An Zijie smiled at the same time, both shook their heads in unison, which is probably the difference between Qianshanzong and the other two major schools...
Qianshan Zongji has been weak for many years, and now it is almost at the bottom of the ten major schools in the North. The rich accumulation of thousands of years has already been almost defeated, and the hearts of the disciples under the door have long disappeared. If you are someone who is domineering, you will always think about it when something happens, what if you can’t afford it...
No, even Zhao Sihai, who is less than 30 years old, is among the true stories. The genius who is not as good as Su Jin's son is also not exempt.
This is the difference between everyone...
"A sword is swept..." Su Jin snorted with a sneer, the domineering faction of the first sword repair school in the northern realm, revealed at this moment...
"Okay..." Zhao Sihai was probably aware of his problem, so he didn't say much...
At this time, Jiang Li had already fled back to Zhujianfang. He was talking to Master and Uncle with a vivid voice. When the war of sending disciples outside the three gates was rising, the door of Zhujianfang was pushed open.
"I'm leaning!" Jiang Li's face suddenly stiffened, and the three gates sent three people, standing side by side at the door. Among them, the one in the front, wearing a black robe and holding a black streamer, wasn't An Zi who was cut by himself. Who can Jay be?