() "Master, it is indeed Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu. They are both dead!" At this time, Xiu'e, who had pressed forward to see, came back with a pale face.

"If you die, you will die! It's not a good thing anyway." Zhang Tong said nonchalantly. In fact, he has been used to life and death in these years, and it is really not good for him to die in vain for two people who only met once.

What a big deal.

"Yes!" Because the person who died was an acquaintance, Xiu'e lost her enthusiasm for watching the excitement, nodded, and quickly agreed.

As for Cheng Zhiyin, although she was a little curious, she didn't find it interesting when she saw that they had both left and she was left alone, so she quickly followed them.

However, just as Zhang Tong walked back three times and entered the alley, and was about to arrive home, Zhang Tong suddenly felt a faint wave of breath coming from not far away.

It was a very strange smell. Zhang Tong had felt a trace of it just now in the inn where the accident happened, but he didn't pay much attention to it. However, he didn't expect that when he returned home, he would feel the same smell.

Zhang Tong couldn't help but say "Hey" and thought secretly in his heart: "Did the murderer who broke in suddenly come to me?"

Zhang Tong couldn't help but frowned when he thought of this, and then glanced over with his spiritual mind.

Following that trace of aura, not far from here, there was a man in black clothes who was about thirty years old. He had a slender face, a sinister expression, and an aura of yin and apprehension about him. He was even older than

Weng Xiaomi, whom Zhang Tong conquered before, was even more chilling. Even when Da Bai Yao saw him, he looked like a ghost.

"Huh? This person's aura, Jingran is so cold, could it be that Jing is also a Jiuyou ghost clan?" Zhang Tong couldn't help but frowned, but quickly rejected the idea, shook his head and said: "No! No! Jiuyou."

The Ghost Clan is of the Xian Yao bloodline, although they themselves have been affected by Xuan Yi.

The influence of n's energy makes me feel extremely cold, but in addition to the coldness, there is also a fresh and pure breath. And this person, in addition to being hidden, is full of filth, and I don't know what kind of evil skills he has practiced.

Fa, it is absolutely impossible to have the physique of the Xian Yao ghost clan."

Zhang Tong was determined and had no interest in the man in black anymore. After withdrawing his spiritual thoughts, he turned around and went back. Unexpectedly, Zhang Tong didn't find trouble with that man, but the man took the initiative to rush towards him.

Or, to be precise, it was not coming towards him, but coming towards Cheng Zhiyin.

In an instant, his figure flashed, and he had already blocked the three people's way. He did not look at Zhang Tong and Xiu'e, but his eyes fell directly on Cheng Zhiyin. Jie Jie smiled and said: "Little girl, I see that you have good qualifications. I want to take it away."

You are a disciple, why don’t you come over and bow down!”

Suddenly, Zhang Tong and Cheng Zhiyin were both stunned. They had never seen such a person before, and they wanted to accept a disciple without saying a word. This was so shocking that they didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Who are you? I already have a master!" Cheng Zhiyin was born in Miaohong and was a disciple of three sects of the four sects. How could someone just show up and change the sect at will?

"Huh?" When the man heard this, he was not happy. Suddenly a fierce light appeared in his eyes, and he said coldly: "What? How come you, a little girl, still look down on me?"

Cheng Zhiyin was not a good person to begin with. Even in front of Zhang Tong, she always seemed well-behaved and cute. But in fact, she came out of Biyun Nunnery and there was no such thing as an oil-saving lamp.

Hearing the question and the hostility shown by the man in black, Cheng Zhiyin immediately changed her mind. She sneered and looked at the man up and down: "If you have to say something unpleasant, I will really look down on you."

Now, whether you are a ghost or not, who knows who you are."

"You!" The man suddenly became angry and pointed at Cheng Zhiyin and shouted: "You little bitch, you are looking for death! It's too late for you to kneel down and admit your mistake. Otherwise, when I take action, I will kill you first and kill you."

Yuan Yin, life is worse than death!"

Immediately after he finished speaking, two faint cold gleams shot out from the eyes of the man in black, shooting straight at Cheng Zhiyin, and said with a cold smile: "Humph! Little girl, I just said that I would accept you as my wife.

Disciple, what you say will follow the law and will never be changed. Please answer today.

You have to agree, or you have to agree! However, now I have changed my mind. I saw that you have good qualifications and wanted to accept you as my disciple, but you made rude remarks and missed the opportunity. Now I want to accept you as a female slave.

, whip it and play with it hard, making you regret it!"

"Hmph! You don't know how to live or die!" Before Cheng Zhiyin could speak this time, Zhang Tong's face sank, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he faced him directly with two swords.

Immediately, there was a "clang" sound, which intercepted the two dim lights that entered the eyes, and made a sound of gold and iron.

"Huh? Boy! Who are you? You dare to ruin my good deeds!" The man in black didn't expect that the secret technique he sent out could be broken easily, so he looked at Zhang Tong with a sharp look in his eyes.

In the middle, showing dignity.

"A person who can't be seen by ghosts dares to speak so loudly and calls himself an immortal here!" Zhang Tong sneered. Originally, this person was a murderer in Rongcheng.

The experts from Rongcheng came forward to deal with him.

Unexpectedly, this Ru Jingran wanted to die, set his sights on Cheng Zhiyin, and even wanted to take her into a female slave. This was not something Zhang Tong could tolerate.

"Boy! You're looking for death!" This guy in black clothes has made his body look like this because he practiced a kind of exercise. He is usually most taboo about mentioning it, or even talking about it behind his back. When he finds out, he will severely punish him.

tortured to death.

And Zhang Tongjing exposed his shortcomings in person, which was like spreading a handful of salt on his wounds, and immediately aroused the murderous intention in his heart. He simply stopped talking nonsense, and suddenly his figure flashed, and a dark shadow appeared,

Coming straight.

However, this man in black obviously underestimated Zhang Tong's strength. Even when he attacked Zhang Tong, he was still looking at Cheng Zhiyin.

He passed by, and on this side, a black light emitted from the palm, flashed suddenly, and stabbed straight towards Zhang Tong.

"How dare you show your ugliness even though you are a trivial person!" Zhang Tong couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he saw him being so patronizing.

This person's cultivation level is at most the level of the Nascent Soul that he has just cultivated. He should be on par with the previous Zhang Wei and Zhang Chong. However, he has practiced a strange method that makes him a little different from ordinary cultivation.

However, this does not change his true level.

In Zhang Tong's eyes, his level of cultivation was not worth mentioning at all. Even if he was ten times more powerful than him, it would not be troublesome to kill him.

As the black light flashed, Zhang Tong didn't even move his steps. With a flash of thought, the flying sword appeared in front of him. With a clang, he intercepted the black light, but it was a long

About seven inches of black iron nails.

"With such a crude magic weapon, I dare to speak so brazenly and want to be accepted as my disciple. I'm really not afraid of making my teeth laugh out loud!" Zhang Tong sneered, and then used the flying sword to block the iron nail, and immediately the sword light flashed.

He circled upwards and slashed straight at Naru's waist.

Now Zhang Tong has just gone through hard training and perfected his swordsmanship. He has advanced hand in hand, and is even more powerful than before. The sword light is extremely fast, and before the person can react, he has already arrived in front of him, brushing it, and passing by in a flash.

"Oh!" The man screamed when he got in, and his entire lower body was chopped off at the waist.

However, at this moment, Zhang Tong frowned and found that the sword strike just now seemed to be weak and did not hit.

Then he heard a very subtle movement behind his ear, which immediately made his heart tremble.

"Boy! Die!" At the same time, the arrogant and strange laughter rang out again. The severed body suddenly turned into a shadow, and the real body appeared behind Zhang Tong. Only

Less than a few feet away, he flew down like a bat.

Zhang Tong was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that this black-clothed Jingran, who was not highly cultivated, could have such a strange movement. Just now, he was almost silent, and his breath did not fluctuate. Even if he was close at hand, he could not move.

Didn't notice anything.

Zhang Tong couldn't help but say "Hey", and became a little more interested in this man in black, and murmured: "This movement technique is quite good, I don't know how it works."

However, interest is interest. As Zhang Tong spoke, Cao Zongfei Jian did not hesitate at all. After the first sword missed, the second sword soon came.

Just when the person in black thought he was about to succeed, he suddenly saw a flash of red light, and it turned out to be the Chixiao Sword. It slashed twice, the second strike first, and with a "pop" sound, it directly cut through the person in black.

Legs.

"Oh!" This time the scream was no longer the fake one, but the real pain that penetrated the bone marrow. Both legs were broken, and the body rolled and fell to the ground.

"O! Little thief! How dare you destroy my body! I will fight with you!"

The black clothes were on the ground, but there was not much panic on his face, it was all anger and resentment.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tong felt a burst of violent mana fluctuations in the body of the black-dressed man.

"Huh? Is this person going to self-destruct?" Zhang Tong was stunned for a moment. Usually in this situation, he would think about how to escape. Although both legs were completely broken, with his cultivation level, he still had the means to escape.

Why choose to self-destruct directly?

"Isn't this his true body, but just a clone? Even if he self-destructs, it wouldn't be a pity?"

At this moment, a thought flashed in Zhang Tong's mind, and he immediately guessed some clues.

At the same time, the mana fluctuations that entered the body also reached a limit, and followed by a bang, a powerful force suddenly exploded.

"Hmph! Just a clone self-destructed, you still want to threaten me early?"

Although something happened suddenly, the self-destruction of a Nascent Soul master's clone was not a fatal threat to him. He only used his flying sword to form an arrow-shaped red light curtain in front of him.
Chapter completed!