"Spare our lives?"

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth with a long sword at his waist, "Do you know who we are?"

"This" The man with the long sword hanging from his waist pointed to the man with two snow-white long knives in his hands, and said, "It's the King of Xishan and Beiliang, double swords!"

"This one," he pointed to the man who had smashed the ground with one foot, "it's the southeast one-foot god, the king of foot power!"

"As for me," he pointed to himself again, "I'm not a powerful person, but thanks to my friends in the rivers and lakes, they gave me a nickname, called Yanyu Sword God, Nie Jiujian." [Full text reading.]"

Nie Jiujian finished introducing these people, with a hint of a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Xiao Zheng, "Hearing these names, do you still think that you can spare our lives?"

Xiao Zheng smiled disdainfully, and said something that made everyone's expressions change greatly, "What a mess of weeds, I haven't heard of it." ”

"You"

Nie Jiujian was furious: "You dare to defy us!"

Xiao Zheng's expression was cold, "I'll say one more word, get out of here, otherwise it will cost you your life!"

The corners of Nie Jiujian's eyes twitched, obviously extremely angry. Ever since he broke into the name of the Sword God of Smoke and Rain, no one had ever ignored him like this.

"Your tone is so arrogant, let me see if your strength is worthy of your words!" Nie Jiujian shouted sharply and drew his sword out of its sheath.

Sonor!

In the night, the cold light flashed, and the arrogant sword blade stabbed at Xiao Zheng's throat.

Xiao Zheng's voice was filled with anger, "It seems that you didn't take my words seriously, so let's do it, since this is the path you have chosen, then bear the consequences yourself!"

In the face of the sword, Xiao Zheng did not dodge or dodge, stretched out his finger and flicked it on the spine of the sword, and with a bang, the long sword broke immediately.

Nie Jiujian's expression changed drastically, and he lost his voice and said, "How is this possible?"

His sword is an extremely strong and sharp alloy forged with modern high-tech technology, sharpened like clay, and belongs to the real divine weapon.

Xiao Zheng used one finger to put this sword from the middle, which is simply a myth.

Nie Jiujian couldn't believe it.

Xiao Zheng looked indifferent and said, "Nothing is impossible. ”

After speaking, he suddenly took a step forward and came to Nie Jiujian's body, and punched out, hitting Nie Jiujian's stomach, and with a bang, Nie Jiujian flew out upside down.

Seeing this scene, the King of Beiliang had two knives, and the King of the Southeast Foot Force couldn't help but take a step back, with a look of horror in his eyes.

"What kind of monster is this?"

They were all shocked.

Nie Jiujian, the Smoke and Rain Divine Sword, was actually blown away by a punch!

The two knives of the King of Beiliang suddenly raised the double knives in their hands, their expressions were hideous, and they roared: "This person is not simple, we have to go up together!"

The masters who blocked Xiao Zheng, in addition to Nie Jiujian and the three famous masters, there were many strong people, although their reputations were not as big as these three, but their strength was also very strong, plus the three of them, there were nine people in total.

The King of Foot Power also shouted: "Yes, let's go up together and kill him!"

Xiao Zheng strode towards the gate of the villa, without even looking at these people, and said in a cold voice: "Those who stand in my way, die!"

"Phew!"

The two knives spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, as if they were cheering themselves up, and finally roared, dancing two snow-bright long knives, like two storms, and slashed towards Xiao Zheng.

"Foot Shock Southeast!"

The southeast foot god also roared, his left foot stepped heavily on the ground, and his body rose to the sky, and then he stretched out his right foot and aimed at Xiao Zheng, and it fell like a meteor, as if a giant fell from the sky and wanted to trample Xiao Zheng to death.

The remaining six masters also rushed up.

Xiao Zheng still walked forward without stopping.

When the long knives of the two knives dancing like a storm came, he just stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrists of the two knives, and his fingers were so hard that the two knives were in pain, and he let go of the knives in his hand.

Xiao Zheng let go of the wrists of the two knives, caught the snow-white long knife that fell from the hands of the two knives, and slashed it with his backhand, and the knife light only flashed in the dark night.

Burst!

The heads of the two knives fell to the ground, and blood rushed up from the severance on the neck, and under the huge blood pressure, it rushed up to a height of three meters.

Then.

The southeast foot god has also come to the top of Xiao Zheng's head.

His right foot, which can be described as terrifying, contains unimaginable power, and it is said that he once fell and trampled an elephant to death!

And in the face of this foot god's attack, Xiao Zheng didn't even raise his head.

His hand, which did not hold the knife, suddenly lifted up and threw a punch into the sky.

The next moment, something shocking happened, and above Xiao Zheng's fist, a dazzling white light appeared. The dazzling white light, with a strong masculine meaning, like boiling burning blood, rose to the sky, and hit the feet of a god at once.

Rumble!

The right foot of the god exploded under this white light, and the blood mist filled the sky.

"Ganggang!"

A strange look appeared on the face of the one-foot god, and finally a strange smile rose at the corner of his mouth, "Hehehe, it turns out that the person we are going to deal with is such a monster." ”

After finishing speaking, he slammed his foot and fell to the ground, blood gushing out of the broken leg frantically, but in a moment, he was completely out of breath.

The six masters who were about to attack Xiao Zheng also screamed in amazement after seeing the blazing white light that Xiao Zheng's fist blasted out.

"It can't be!"

"Isn't that what a congenital master can have?"

"Innate, innate, that's a legend!"

A look of horror appeared on the faces of these people, their whole bodies froze, and they stopped in place, just watching Xiao Zheng walk towards the gate of the villa, but they didn't dare to move.

Joke!

If they are really innate level masters, how can they be opponents?

"Hey, hey, hey"

At this moment, there was a sneer from the side, and Nie Jiujian stood up, holding the broken sword that was broken by Xiao Zheng in his hand.

He stared at Xiao Zheng and coughed up a mouthful of blood, but the expression on his face was excited, "I didn't expect that you were a congenital! Hehe, this is the terrifying level that can complete the peak soldier king, and you can become a town clan powerhouse of the heirloom family!"

Nie Jiujian said that the innate master was terrifying, but he didn't see any fear on his face, but instead there was a strange excitement.

"That's interesting, in fact, I'm also congenital! I entered the innate with the Yanyu Sword Dao, and I am called the Sword God, I don't know how it compares to you, Xiao Zheng, turn around and fight with me!"

Nie Jiujian roared.

In his hands, white light also gushed out, and the air around him seemed to be slightly distorted, and a breath that was enough to shake everything was like a tsunami, surging out.

(End of chapter)