Chapter 499 Sword Demon

Ticking...

Ticking...

Red blood flowed down Fang Zheng's cracked finger bones and the tiger's mouth.

It dripped to the ground along the long hilt tightly held in its hand.

With a heavy step under his feet, the rubble flew up under his feet, thump, and a deep hole was blasted out. Fang Zheng held the back of the knife with his left hand, and the man immediately descended on the ruins of the buried corpse king. The light of the knife seemed to be as heavy as a millstone, squeezing the air from both sides, and falling heavily on the ruins filled with broken walls and rocks.

His face was resolute, his eyes were resolute, and he did not hesitate to make a move. Today, either the corpse king died or he died, there was no second ending.

Boom!

It exploded in place, and the earth and rocks flew away, raising dust all over the sky.

No!

Fang Zheng immediately sensed that his shot had been missed and that he had not cut down the corpse king buried in the ruins.

Whoosh!

Just then, there was a shrill sound in the mist behind him.

"Kill!"

Fang Zheng's eyes were piercing and he roared. The gleaming, murderous Ghost head knife stabbed him in the back.

Dang!

Sparks flew out of the air, and the loud explosion caused a shockwave visible to the naked eye, such as a hurricane sweeping across, briefly dispersing the fog around the body, only to see two figures in the air retreating faster.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Fang Zheng's legs were like the legs of two elephants. He stepped back and stepped out of the pit, releasing the impact to the ground to avoid internal injuries.

At this moment, Fang Zheng finally saw what the previous attack was, and it was the corpse king who was walking on the ground with two knives. The corpse king had two knives in his hands at some point in time.

At this moment, the corpse king was even more embarrassed.

The body was covered in dust, and there were several blood stains on the chest, which were caused by the previous explosion. The most embarrassing thing was that his left arm was completely broken, and now the flesh and blood of his left arm had turned into a muscle tentacle that resembled an octopus, holding the hilt of the knife and leaning on the ground.

"A hundred years ago, I was the eighth person to travel around the world. I was only one step away from becoming king..."

"A hundred years ago, when I was the eighth person to travel, I still don't believe that I can't kill a brat who stinks of milk today!"

"You are wrong. One of us must die today, but that person is not you, but me!"

The zombie king roared. He was beaten so badly by a little boy that he went crazy.

Qiang! Qiang!

Qiangqiang!

The corpse king supported himself on the ground with two swords, and behind him, the smoke and dust billowed like two earth dragons, rushing towards Fang Zheng with a thunderous momentum.

At this level, the distance of tens of meters was almost instantaneous. The zombie king stabbed Fang Zheng with a long knife in his right hand, like a flash of lightning.

Dang!

The moment the blade collided, a powerful force burst out and directly exploded the dust of the earth dragon behind the corpse king, swallowing Fang Zheng in an instant and covering his eyes.

"Die!"

The zombie king used the long knife in the right hand of the Ghost head knife in his hand as a fulcrum. The two knives swung in the air, cutting through the air at top speed. The sharp wind blew up a large amount of earth and rocks around him. The ruins were like waves, stirring up a huge wave of dust and earth. They crashed into dust and covered Fang Zheng tightly.

"Good timing!"

"Speaking of playing with knives, I am your ancestor!"

Dang!

In the smoke and dust, the blades collided heavily. Fang Zheng took the initiative, not the passive defense. Before the zombie king's blade reached its peak, he took the lead and struck nine inches of the blade.

The nine inch position seemed to be the weakest point of the knife. The snake struck seven inches in one blow, and the two knives were interrupted by force as soon as they started to spin.

Not only that!

Fang Zheng seemed to have made a heavy cut, and finally with the help of force, the blade slightly horizontal, and then gently remove the impact.

At the same time, with a twist of the blade, the blood knife type three: bone tendon fracture!

The Ghost head knife used their strength to fight, and the blade changed in a strange way, with a strange angle beyond the difficulty of ordinary people, tearing and pulling!

Cut open the zombie king's left tentacle holding the handle.

Poof!

There was a burst of blood.

The corpse king was in pain, and his face was covered in anger. At the same time, there was a look of disbelief and astonishment in his eyes.

"How, how is that possible!"

He couldn't figure out why, after he had the double knife, not only could he not take advantage of it, but he also added new wounds to his old wounds.

Even if the zombie king wanted to break his scalp, he would never have thought that Fang Zheng could do anything quickly.

A person who can train a blood knife and Fire Intensity Broadsword Techniques to the realm of a great master, how strong is his eyesight.

It's no exaggeration to say that there are very few people in the world who can outsmart Fang Zheng with a knife.

It was still Fang Zheng's modesty.

After all, who in the world could learn a knife trick like Fang Zheng right away?

His few days of cultivation were worth the decades of other gurus, and the hard work and research he had done in the Broadsword Techniques.

Soon, the corpse king was shocked to find that he was once again suppressed and beaten by Fang Zheng.

No matter how he made the cut, the strange young man in front of him could always see through the angle of the knife first. Every time he cut, he was always the first to be attacked by Fang Zheng. Before the knife reached its peak, he was attacked in advance.

Every opportunity was lost.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

Puff! Puff!

Every time he lost his chance, he was hit by Fang Zheng, who was chasing after him. Although his body was as strong as gold and iron, it could not withstand the heavy blade mask.

The zombie king was finally getting more and more scared.

He found that when he used the knife, he was even more vulnerable than when he did not use it.

No!

It was not that he was vulnerable! It was that the young man in front of him, who had studied and understood in the Broadsword Techniques, had far surpassed the so-called guru!

He fought for the Broadsword Techniques.

It was as ridiculous as a baby wielding a wooden sword to compete with a grown man.

Small!

A lonely boat in the deep sea!

At this moment, the zombie king suddenly had an illusion that he was a lonely boat on a stormy ocean that could topple at any time.

As for Fang Zheng, the heavy shadow of the knife in his hand was getting faster and faster. To him, it was wang yang, an unapproachable Broadsword Techniques guru.

"You..."

For the first time, the zombie king was afraid, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Fang Zheng's stormy knife shadow.

In the billowing smoke and dust, two figures were still flying back and forth, attacking, and the earth and rocks under their feet were like big waves, which were constantly rippled and rippled by the power of the great bank, and explosions were everywhere.

On the surface, it looked like the two of them were on equal footing, but only the corpse king knew that the other party had completely suppressed him, and the wounds on his body were growing more and more, already scarred.

Bang!

A piece of flesh fell to the ground and fell heavily into the dust. The flesh that had been cut in the same wound was finally cut off. The flesh and blood separated, revealing the severed tendons and bones of the right hand.

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