"I miss your mother!" An Zijie exploded directly, completely ignoring that he was fighting against two. At the same time, he took out a black banner and waved in the wind. Suddenly, he saw black air gushing out, and thousands of faces emerged from the black air, including beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow, as if the black banner was hidden in the vast world.

With An Zijie's urging, infinite black gas rotated wildly, and thousands of faces continued to change. In the end, it turned into a huge ghost dozens of feet high, three heads and six arms. The yin energy rolled and fierce flames surged. With one punch, it broke the thunder formation set up by Zhao Sihai. Then, without waiting for Zhao Sihai to react, there was a roar. The infinite ghost energy was like the essence, and it forced Zhao Sihai to fly dozens of feet away...

Su Jin next to him wanted to help, but was grabbed by a ghost hand that suddenly stretched out. Then he smashed it hard. There was only a dull sound of "boom". Su Jin was smashed into the ground, and a big pit of ten feet in radius was smashed on the street made of bluestone...

The three-headed and six-armed ghost seemed to be unhappy. Before Su Jin could come out of the pit, he stepped on it again. Suddenly, he saw only a scene of flying sand, stones, dust, smoke...

"Cough..." After a while, Su Jin crawled out of the pit. After coughing a few times, he coughed out blood. He looked even more embarrassed, and he didn't look like the number one in the inner sect of Lishan Sword Sect...

But Su Jin was laughing...

And the laughter becomes louder and louder.

"An Zijie, the ghost king banner your master gave you may be able to support you for a quarter of an hour?"

"So what?" An Zijie sneered: "As long as I have a banner in my hand, I will be able to fight the Ghost King. You are the number one in the inner sect of Lishan Sword Sect and the true teachings of Qianshan Sect, and you will stay here today!"

"Haha..." Zhao Sihai, who was punched by the Ghost King, suddenly burst into laughter: "An Zijie, I have said that you people from the Netherworld Sect don't know anything else, you can only pretend to be a god and make ghosts. For a quarter of an hour, it is in the hands of your master. Just because you are a weak chicken with two life-and-soul tribulations, the punch and kick just now is your limit. Don't say I won't give you a chance, I'll stand here now, and you can activate the Ghost King Banner to show me..."

"Hmph!" An Zijie snorted coldly, his face full of disdain, and he didn't even look at Zhao Sihai, as if he was not a true disciple of Qianshan Sect, but a cloud of air.

But he was cursing in his heart, Damn Qianshan Sect, Zhao Sihai, is as slippery as a loach, and he really guessed that I can only let the Ghost King punch and kick...

Of course, you must not give in to your words...

"Zhao Sihai, since you say that, why don't you do this? My Ghost King Banner is here. How about you touch it?"

"This..." Zhao Sihai's smile suddenly froze.

Damn, this little bastard in the Netherworld Sect has also learned bad things...

I said you can’t urge you, but it’s just a talk. Who said you’re going to come and touch you?

That's the Ghost King...

With one punch, ten soul cultivators like me could not stop them...

Whoever likes to touch, I won’t touch anyway.

"By the way..." When Zhao Sihai cursed in his heart, he saw Su Jin crawling out of the pit and was immediately happy: "Well, Junior Brother Su, aren't your Lishan Sword Sect claiming that you have no swords coming out? What I want me to say, An Zijie is now a strong man on the outside and the middle. If you slash him with a sword, An Zijie will definitely kneel down!"

"Oh shit……"

As soon as Zhao Sihai said this, both An Zijie and Su Jin cursed inwardly, is this human?

"Okay, two..." Su Jin just took the Ghost King's kick, and his injury was even worse than that of Zhao Sihai. After getting up from the pit, he coughed several mouthfuls of blood. Although he swallowed two pills to stabilize his injury temporarily, he was still weak when he opened his mouth: "Let's rest..."

After taking a few more breaths, seeing that neither of us said anything, Su Jin spoke again: "It is obvious that no one of us can do anything to each other. If Zhao Niqiu joins forces, I will have a chance to get rid of you with the surname An. But whoever asked you to have a good master, you can even give you a big killer like the Ghost King Banner. Fortunately, you are just a weak chicken with the second tribulation of life and soul. Even if the Ghost King Banner is in hand, you can't think of how we two are..."

"Hey, how did you talk!" The two of them immediately stopped.

"Don't make a noise, let me finish speaking. Is it easy for me to vomit blood while talking to me? Now this situation is a dead end, but I have an idea..."

"What's the idea?"

"It's very simple. The reason why the three of us came here was nothing more than the sword. Otherwise, we three went in together and forced them to hand over the sword. As for which company they put it in after handing over, we will see the real seal in our hands. Otherwise, if we haven't seen the sword yet, it seems a bit unprofitable to beat the three of us to death first..."

As soon as Su Jin said this, both Zhao Sihai and An Zijie were stunned for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, the two looked at each other again and finally nodded at the same time.

"Okay, then do as you said, but if the other party refuses to hand over it, what if the three of us are?" Zhao Sihai thought about it and couldn't help asking again.

"Haha..." Su Jin and An Zijie smiled at the same time, and both shook their heads at the same time. This is probably the difference between Qianshan Sect and the other two major sects...

Qianshan Sect has been weak for many years, and now it is almost at the bottom of the top ten sects in the northern border. With its strong accumulation over the past tens of millions of years, it has been almost defeated. The disciples of the disciples have long lost the domineering aura of tens of millions of years ago. When they encounter problems, they always think about it. What if they can't afford to offend...

Even Zhao Sihai, who is less than 30 years old, is even a genius who is not as good as Su Jin and An Zijie, is also unable to avoid the vulgarity...

This is the difference between everyone...

"It's just a sword that's sweeping..." Su Jin snorted coldly, and the domineering aura of the first sword cultivator in the North was fully revealed at this moment...

"Okay..." Zhao Sihai probably realized the problem, so he stopped saying anything...

At this time, Jiang Li had already fled back to Zhujianfang and was telling his master vividly that the battle between the disciples of the three major sects outside was about to be heard, but the door of Zhujianfang was pushed open.
Chapter completed!