Chapter 1661

The ghost messenger sat on the ground laughing, and his body couldn't stop shaking, as if he was about to lose his breath.

"That damn Zhao Qiang was so stupid that he easily believed my plan. In the final analysis, I was also brilliant and intelligent."

The men also knew that it was time to praise him. They quickly flattered him with a smile and shouted, "yes, Zhao Qiang is so stupid that he is not our adult's opponent at all!"

The ghost messenger smiled and drank more wine. His face gradually turned red. The leaves beside the fire were burning so bright that they could not shine on Zhao Qiang's face in the shadow.

Zhao Qiang squatted in the grass in the distance with a gloomy face and listened to their conversation. His face gradually showed a burst of anger. The sword in his hand was held more and more tightly.

"This shameless old thief, the trap is so dangerous." Zhao Qiang scolded angrily in his heart.

"In a little while, we can go and collect his body." the ghost messenger poured wine, but his mouth still kept on.

Zhao Qiang's voice sounded coldly: "I don't want to bother you to run so far. I'm here myself."

A few people were so frightened that they looked back, but they saw Zhao Qiang coming out with a sword on his arm and his fingers on the handle of the sword. It seemed that as long as his fingers moved, they would immediately separate their bodies and heads.

"It's impossible. How on earth did you escape my trap? My trap is so clever."

"It seems that you overestimate my strong mood of looking for my life experience, or underestimate my investigation ability." Zhao Qiang said dismissively, and his finger actually left the handle of the sword.

"What are you doing?" the ghost messenger sneered and looked at Zhao Qiang who raised his hand slightly. Said, "do you think you can fight my ghost messenger without a sword?"

Zhao Qiang shook his head indifferently: "this idea is really a little bit. You scum are not worth my sword, or I'm more afraid you'll dirty my sword. In that case, I'll take a little trouble and solve you with my fist."

"Ha ha ha!" the ghost messenger looked up at the sky and smiled for decades before gradually stopping.

"This is the advice given to you by the elders of the cultivation world. Never... Pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!"

"Kill him!"

All of a sudden, the ghost messenger's men gave their fists and feet. They wanted to get rid of Zhao Qiang and then move quickly.

Zhao Qiang took a step back and let all the attacks fall into the air.

It was this step that made the ghost messenger sweat and wet his temples.

"How could it be that, with one step, all their attacks failed."

He looked at Zhao Qiang tremblingly and moved flexibly. However hard they tried to attack, the whole tribe was in the air and had no effect.

The most terrible thing is that Zhao Qiang's face is still a comfortable expression.

"What kind of body method is this, and why is it so strange and terrible?" the ghost messenger was almost speechless, and the expression on his face gradually stiffened.

"Oh? How do you ask?" Zhao Qiang dodged several sword lights and looked back at the ghost messenger indifferently.

"If you fight too much, you will." Zhao Qiang took a few steps back. A fist that had been hurled at him suddenly fell empty and hit the tree firmly.

"In other words, they are so rubbish that they can only beat wooden stakes."

Zhao Qiang walked steadily towards the ghost Messenger, with a steady and firm pace.

His opponents had already held the treetops, gasped and looked at Zhao Qiang, who could not be touched.

"You must be no better."

The ghost messenger looked at Zhao Qiang in surprise. If he knocked his men to the ground, he might not be so afraid. However, Zhao Qiang obviously knocked them to the ground. They didn't do anything from beginning to end. Instead, they exhausted their strength and fell to the ground.

The ghost messenger calmed down slightly and pressed down a lot of fear in his heart. A trace of ferocity flashed across the corners of his mouth. The sharp blade in his hand suddenly came out of the scabbard, showing its sharpness and war intention like the wind.

"If you think I'm as weak as them, you're very wrong."

Zhao Qiang nodded slightly and held his chin: "I see. In that case, I will take out 20% stronger strength than just now to fight with you."

"Well, I think highly of you."

The ghost messenger immediately rushed up his blood, and an unknown fire came to his heart.

"Yellow mouth child, you know nothing about power!"

"Ignorant people always think they know a lot." Zhao Qiang shook his head and put on a fighting posture.

"Take it!"

The ghost messenger roared, and the sword in his hand opened and closed in full swing, stabbing Zhao Qiang everywhere with the cold wind and burst energy.

However... Surprised him again.

Even this wind like sword technique can't touch Zhao Qiang's body.

"Damn it, eat my sword skill!" the ghost messenger retreated two steps and his blood began to flow. Suddenly, the world changed color, the wind and sand danced, and the leaves were crazy. The scene was really:

Qi swallows mountains, rivers and seas, and the potential captures dragons, tigers and lions!

Zhao Qiang sighed slightly, swung his wrist and gave a plain punch.

Ordinary?

no

It was this punch that made the ghost messenger feel dangerous.

However, the sword didn't wait for people to stop and hit Zhao Qiang's face.

The ghost messenger crossed his heart and prepared to compete with Zhao Qiang. At this time, there was a sudden change!

Zhao Qiang strangely moved two steps to the right and avoided the sword.

Sword, lost.

Punch, in the face.

The ghost messenger flew out, splashing blood and blurring flesh and blood.

Time was still for a moment, but Zhao Qiang vomited a mouthful of blood. It turned out that he had just used this move against his blood, and he was also greatly hurt.

Erase the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the trees where there was no one except the ghost messenger's men, and sighed: "it's a pity that I can only use the fist I just used again, otherwise the ghost messenger will not be able to escape."

The ghost emissary in the depths of the forest was sweating and delighted. Fortunately, he didn't stay to continue his hard work.

Then he walked towards the depths of the woods, just want to leave here quickly.

Zhao Qiang knelt down. He was already seriously injured. He was just holding on.

Even so, the ghost messenger's men still dare not do anything.

Zhao Qiang looked back and shook his head: "you go."

Several people quickly kowtow to thank the grace of not killing, and rolled and climbed into the depths of the trees.

It is said that these people have never appeared in the cultivation world since then, but someone has seen them in Buddhism.

Three days later

Bloody Yama sat on the throne and roared, "ghost Messenger, you have disgraced me!"

The ghost messenger knelt and trembled.

"I must put down my personal grievances and go to Xuanye to discuss the way to revive the demon emperor and crack the sky, otherwise we will fail and never recover."

On the other side, the leader of a sect is holding Zhao Qiang's hand: "childe Zhao, if that Xiaosheng hadn't seen you beat back the ghost Messenger, we might not know your strength is so strong, you see..."

Zhao Qiang waved his hand: "OK."

Push open the door of the hotel. There are people outside.

"Kneel down and beg childe Zhao to cheer me up and dominate the world!"