"What are you?"

Zhang Zhifeng shouted loudly, his voice and expression were harsh, but he could not hide the tension in his heart. Hell! This guy who had just overturned the three corpses came out of the ground actually had a face exactly the same as himself?

The man who had just emerged from the ground, except for his straight armor, was different from Zhang Zhifeng at this time, and his figure looked almost exactly the same as him! The man stared at Zhang Zhifeng and slowly shook off the soil on his body.

Suddenly, he smiled loudly, and in the dark light, he looked like an evil ghost.

For the first time, Zhang Zhifeng was frightened by his "his own" expression.

"Pooh!"

The man's throat gurgled a few times, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm, with mud and blood, and slammed at Zhang Zhifeng's feet with a slap. A small hole that was bottomless immediately appeared on the ground...

Zhang Zhifeng tightened the golden scales in his hands, and his feet did not move. At this moment, he calmed down instead.

"Hehe..." The man smiled strangely, raised his hand to let Zhang Zhifeng see what he was holding in his hand.

Saint Dagger!

Zhang Zhifeng narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice: "Who are you, why are you, why are you looking like me? How did you appear here? What do you want to do?"

"I, I am you, I think, yeah... Kill all your friends, use it to kill a few saints..."

Zhang Zhifeng felt very cold. If the other party acted in this way, it would be easy to kill his friends who were unprepared for him. For example, Ren Jianbo...

And using the Saint Slaughter Dagger to publicly kill the saint will undoubtedly make yourself a public enemy of the Great Six!

It was so cruel! It was hard for Zhang Zhifeng to imagine how terrible the consequences would be if he didn't happen to meet him and his actions were successful!

"Can you use the 'Sacred Dagger'?" Zhang Zhifeng narrowed his eyes, and the sacred Dagger must have the bloodline of 'Magic' to activate it.

"Oh, you know a lot, but what's wrong with me even if I can't use it? Isn't it easy to kill a saint?"

Zhang Zhifeng's heart moved and he already understood that the other party did not know that he had the bloodline of the 'martial beings and could use the Saint-Slaying Dagger.

In an instant, Zhang Zhifeng's mind turned a lot of thoughts. The other party's behavior was obviously directed at him, but why didn't he do it directly to himself?

I felt the breath of the person in front of me. Damn it, even his aura was similar to that of him! Zhang Zhifeng estimated in his heart that this person was considered a master even in the holy realm! But why didn’t he think of killing himself directly? His enemy? Where did the enemy come from?

"Who are you?" Zhang Zhifeng asked again, and at the same time, his steps moved slightly and approached. What he had learned was enough to make him feel murderous!

Without hiding his murderous intent, Zhang Zhifeng stared at the other party with his eyes.

"Depending on your appearance, your skills are not improving but regressing? What a pity! When you come to this snowy mountain, are you looking for the snowy mountain fairy lotus to restore your skills? But you have no chance. Alas, your skills have declined, and you happened to hit me again, so you can't keep you!"

The man hadn't answered halfway, shook his head and sighed. Suddenly, he rushed forward, raised his palm to form a knife, and instantly interspersed with Zhang Zhifeng.

Snap!

The sharp friction sounded, and the man suddenly turned around and stared at Zhang Zhifeng with a shocked look on his face!

Zhang Zhifeng looked down and saw that a tiny hole was cut on his waist. It was extremely powerful, and his treasure body also had a slight pain! Before smelting the crystal wall of heaven and earth, this blow had already cut himself into two pieces!

The opponent's lightning strike was actually ten times stronger than the Golden Lion's talented combat skills!

Zhang Zhifeng was also shocked, the opponent was so fast that he didn't even come to stop him.

"I didn't expect that I was mistaken! Your body has strengthened to this point. Well, it's more than a thousand times stronger than last time... Don't look at me with that look. Yes, we have indeed met. You can call me "Jingzao" or "Mengyao". But I think it's best if you call me "Zhang Zhifeng". This name will be rumored on Big 6 in the future, "Big Devil Zhang Zhifeng" haha!"

Zhang Zhifeng's eyes shrank: "Nine Death Magic?"

"Yes! You're very smart. What a pity..."

Swish!

The figure of this man flashed and attacked again.

Zhang Zhifeng was prepared for a long time, but when he was dodging, he felt that there were attacks everywhere, and there seemed to be no attack at all. In a very short time, there was no time to show the opponent's attack tricks.

"It's too fast!" Zhang Zhifeng was shocked.

Bang!

Zhang Zhifeng was hit by a palm knife in his chest, and ten gaps that were densely leaning against each other appeared neatly on his clothes!

In that blink, the other party had attacked him ten times.

Zhang Zhifeng was knocked out and hit a large icicle in his back, and then he stopped.

I lowered my head and opened my clothes and saw that there were ten thin red marks neatly on my chest, and there was a burst of pain.

The gold also fell to Zhang Zhifeng's side. It flew out of Zhang Zhifeng's shoulder and hit the big ice. At this time, it was getting up from the ground dizzy.

"How is that possible?"

Suddenly, there was a scream, but the cultivator of the "Nine Death God" exclaimed. At first, he hit Zhang Zhifeng's waist and almost felt Zhang Zhifeng's physical protection limit. This time, he used all his strength, and his attack power was more than ten times stronger, and he even made ten consecutive attacks! He could not hurt the opponent? It seemed that the stronger the attack, the opponent's defense would also increase instantly until he could withstand the attack!

Zhang Zhifeng didn't know the other party's horror, but he was also surprised by the other party's terrifying attack power. However, the treasure body really satisfies him and can completely resist the other party's attack. Moreover, with the holy medical technique as a backing, Zhang Zhifeng was not afraid at all, jumped up, pointed out, and headed straight to the other party's forehead.

At the same time, the gold also rushed up shakingly. It stood and flew forward in the air, with its feet in awkward eight-character steps, and swung its short spear and stabbed it.

The plan of the cultivator of the Nine Death God of Death can be said to have completely touched Zhang Zhifeng's weakness.

"When I kill my friend, I, Zhang Zhifeng, is evil?" Zhang Zhifeng's murderous intention was unprecedentedly strong.

boom!

Zhang Zhifeng and the cultivator of the Nine Death Gods passed by, the latter was much faster than Zhang Zhifeng, but at the moment when it was intertwined, Zhang Zhifeng's thoughts shone brightly, and everything in front of him became extremely clear, and time seemed to have been slowed down tens of millions of times!

...

The figure swayed, and the two had already exchanged positions. However, the little beast's attack did not come in a hurry to attack the figure.

Zhang Zhifeng gasped slightly, and he raised his arm to look. A small scar was constantly overflowing with blood!

Zhang Zhifeng himself knew that the bones were cut in half in this wound! This was unimaginable for him who had melted the crystal walls of heaven and earth!

It is not easy for a practitioner of the Nine Death God Cultivation. There is a wound as big as a fist on his chest, which pierces his heart! It was hit by Zhang Zhifeng's divine weapon's fingers, and his fingers exploded, and his heart meridians were also broken!

Zhang Zhifeng threw two small pills into his mouth. He had exhausted his skills in one blow. The pills entered his abdomen and his skills were almost full. He couldn't help but be grateful for his foresight. Now the other party was seriously injured and he had to spend some of his skills to suppress the injury. His strength was greatly reduced, but he...

The holy medical technique flashed...

"No damage!" Zhang Zhifeng's mouth pulled a subtle curve.

The Holy Medical Skill completely cured the wounds on the arm, but did not remove the blood on the arm. Zhang Zhifeng wanted to make the other party unable to see the truth!

"Nine Death Magic! Nine times, I wonder how many times have you died? Can you still be resurrected after this time?" Zhang Zhifeng sneered. A golden light flashed in his eyes, constantly calculating the distance between the two. "I wonder if he can use 'mart' to flash around him, can he kill the enemy with one blow?"

Zhang Zhifeng looked at the face exactly the same as himself and estimated the other party's strength.

"What's wrong with having died a few times? I'm going to split your head with this blow!" The cultivator of the Nine Death God of Death raised his palm like a knife, and the cold light flowed along the edge of his palm, flowing like mercury.

Zhang Zhifeng dared not be careless. This guy's palm knife is almost not weaker than his fingers, or stronger! After all, he can split Zhang Zhifeng's body, and his palms are not damaged!

"Eight Wastes!"

Suddenly, the little beast Jin rushed towards the cultivator of the Nine Death God. It shouted in a slight voice, swaying in awkward eight-character step, as if it was about to get drunk. The speed was not too fast, but the latter's eyes showed unprecedented solemnity!

Zhang Zhifeng was also stunned. He had never really heard the little beast speak!

Swish!

The cultivator of the Nine Death God's Art slashed his palm and flew open a train of practice in the air. It was as if the Milky Way fell into the sky, it was extremely dazzling.

This light drew a smooth arc in the air and headed straight for gold.

The little beast concentrated on his mind, and his steps remained unchanged, and he still swayed.

Every time it shakes, it produces continuous phantoms, each phantom has different movements and different shapes and expressions.

Bang!

It was as if fireworks exploded, and the phantoms in the sky immediately disappeared. Almost at the same time, the little beast had already dodged the other party's palm sword, and the golden spear in his hand stabbed the forehead of the cultivator of the Nine Death God's Art.

Zhang Zhifeng was using his eyes to see a golden light flashing in his eyes. He clearly saw a golden light as big as a grain of rice on the forehead of the cultivator of the Nine Death God of Death. The golden light just blocked the spear tip of the short spear.

Then, the short spear suddenly bent, as if the body of a divine bow was bent. With a sound, the little beast was bounced away and dozens of ice cones were knocked out one after another. As for the huge rock, there would be no misunderstanding of colliding with the little beast with earth attributes.

At the same time, the cultivator of the Nine Death God's Art was also hit and flew out. The power of Jin's attack was so terrifying!

Zhang Zhifeng's steps were intertwined, and his body suddenly moved horizontally, blocking the retreating path of the Nine Death Cultivator being knocked away.

"die!"

Zhang Zhifeng shouted fiercely, and the golden light shone on his fingers, just like an arrow from the string, heading straight to the top of the other party's rushing head!

clang!

Zhang Zhifeng's fingers trembled, and his fingers almost lost consciousness. The finger spirit, which was urging the soul power with all his strength in his fingers, was shocked and almost fainted.

He retreated dozens of steps in a row in shock. Zhang Zhifeng looked in shock and said in a lost voice: "How is that possible?" Even if the other party passed through the Hongmeng Crystal Wall of Heaven and Earth to refine his body, it would be impossible to block his strong finger with the top of his head!

"Haha, are you very surprised?" The cultivator of the Nine Death God of Death looked at Zhang Zhifeng, slowly stretched out his hand, and said in a sequel: "Today, you must die here!"

Zhang Zhifeng only felt that there was a cold wind blowing in the hole, which made people more creepy.

The little beast jumped out from the side and landed on Zhang Zhifeng's shoulder, and also stared at the cultivator of the Nine Death God.

"You have seen these little things, I don't know, or do you still remember them!"

The cultivator of the Nine Death God's Art of Death shook his armor, and his skin exposed outside the armor was flashing with golden light spots as big as rice grains. Zhang Zhifeng narrowed his eyes, and it was this little light spot that had just blocked the small beast's short spear and his fingers.

The next moment, the light spots had broken through the body and flew in the air buzzingly!
To be continued...