Chronicles of the Kingdom of Heaven Chapter 144: Ghost King Banner

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"Miss your mother!" An Zijie exploded directly, completely disregarding that he was one enemy and two. At the same time he retracted Chi Ming, he took out a black flag, followed by a sway in the wind, and suddenly all he saw was the sky. The black qi gushes out, and thousands of faces emerge in the black qi, there are beauty and ugliness, joy and sorrow, as if in this black flag, there are thousands of people in the world hidden.

Following An Zijie’s urging, the infinite black energy whirled frantically, and thousands of faces continued to change. In the end, it turned into a huge ghost with three heads and six arms. It was Shengsheng who broke the thunder formation laid by Zhao Sihai, and then, without waiting for Zhao Sihai's reaction, he roared, and the infinite ghost spirit was like the essence, and he just knocked Zhao Sihai away tens of meters away...

Su Jin next to him wanted to help, but was caught by a ghost hand that suddenly stretched out, and then he slammed it hard, only to hear a muffled sound of "boom", Su Jin was smashed into the ground, on the blue stone. On the paved street, there was a big pit with a radius of one foot...

The three-headed and six-armed ghost seemed to be uncomfortable. Before Su Jin came out of the big pit, he stepped on it again. All of a sudden, he only saw a scene of flying sand, rock and dust billowing...

"Cough..." After a long while, Su Jin crawled out of the pit and coughed a few times. There was bloodshot coughing out. The whole person looked very embarrassed, and there was no one in the inner sect of the Sword Sect. Looks like one...

But Su Jin is laughing...

And the more you laugh, the louder you are.

"An Zijie, this ghost king banner given to you by your master, is afraid that it can still support a quarter of an hour, right?"

"What about it?" An Zijie sneered: "As long as I have a banner in my hand, it will be the fighting power of the ghost king. You are the first in the inner door of the Lishan Sword Sect, and the true biography of the Qianshan Sect. You will keep it today. Here!"

"Hehe..." Hearing An Zijie's words, Zhao Sihai, who was hit by the ghost king, suddenly smirked: "An Zijie, I said you people from the Netherworld Sect earlier, if you don't know anything else, you will just pretend to be fools. It was in the hands of your master for a quarter of an hour, and you were a weak chicken with fate and soul. The punch and kick just now was your limit. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. I’m standing here now. You urge the ghost king banner to show me..."

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

But I was scolding in my heart, the mother of Qianshanzong, Zhao Sihai, is as slippery as a loach, he really guessed it, mine can only let this ghost king punch and kick...

Of course, you must not be soft on your lips...

"Zhao Sihai, since you said that, or else, my ghost king banner is standing here, how about you come and touch it?"

"This..." Zhao Sihai froze with a smile on his face.

Damn, the little **** of the Netherworld Sect has also learned badly...

I said that you can't push it, so I just talked about it. Who said he was going to come over and touch him?

That's the ghost king...

With a punch, ten life soul monks like me can't stop...

Whoever loves to touch, I don’t touch it anyway.

"That's right..." When Zhao Sihai cursed secretly in his heart, he saw Su Jin crawling out of the pit, and he was instantly happy: "That, Junior Brother Su, you Lishan Sword Sect is not known as the sword Come back, if you want me to say, An Zijie is now a strong player in the outside world, you cut it with one sword, and An Zijie will kneel down!"

"Damn..."

As soon as Zhao Sihai said this, whether it was An Zijie or Su Jin, they invariably cursed secretly, is this a human?

"Okay, two..." Su Jin just took the kick of the ghost king, and his injury was more serious than that of Zhao Sihai. After getting up from the pit, he coughed several mouthfuls of blood, although he swallowed two. The pill temporarily stabilized the injury, but when he spoke, he was still a little weak: "Let’s rest..."

After breathing for a few more breaths, seeing that neither of them had spoken, Su Jin said again: "Now it is obvious that none of the three of us can do anything about it. If I join forces with Zhao Niyang, there will be a chance to lose the last name. An you, but who made you have a good master with the surname An, you are willing to give you a big killer like the ghost king flag, but fortunately, you are just a weak chicken with a fate, even if the ghost king flag is there. Hands, don’t even think about what to do with the two of us......"

"Hey, how do you speak!" The two of them stopped doing it immediately.

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

"What idea?"

"It’s very simple. The reason why the three of us came here was nothing more than the sword. Otherwise, the three of us went in together and forced them to hand over the sword. In which one, the three of us will see a real chapter in our hands. Otherwise, we haven’t seen the sword yet. The three of us will fight for life first, which seems a bit uneconomical..."

As soon as Su Jin said this, whether it was Zhao Sihai or An Zijie, they all stunned. After a little hesitation, 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 it over, what shall we three do?" Zhao Sihai couldn't help but ask again after thinking about it.

"Hehe..." Su Jin and An Zijie smiled at the same time, and shook their heads in unison. This is probably the difference between Qianshanzong and the other two martial arts...

Thousand Mountain Sect has been weak for many years, and now it is almost at the bottom of the ten major sects in the Northern Territory. The strong accumulation of thousands of years has already been defeated. In the hearts of the disciples, there are no more than tens of millions. Years ago, the domineering arrogance of giving up to me, I always think about things when I encounter things, what if I can’t afford it...

No, even Zhao Sihai, who has become a true biography before the age of 30, is a genius who is not even as good as Su Jinan Zijie in terms of excellence...

This is the difference between everyone...

"One sword sweep is..." Su Jin snorted coldly. The domineering sect of the North Realm's First Sword Cultivator was fully revealed at this moment...

"Okay..." Zhao Sihai probably also realized his problem, so he didn't say anything more...

At this time, Jiang Li had already fled back to Zhujianfang, and he was telling his master and uncle vividly that the battle between the three martial sect disciples outside was justified, but the gate of Zhujianfang was pushed. opened.

"Fuck me!" Jiang Li's face suddenly stiffened. Three people from the three sects stood lined up at the door. Among them, the one walking in the front, wearing a black robe and holding a black banner, was not cut by himself. Who else is Ming An Zijie?