Zhao Fugui, disciple of the people''s sect.
Xiao Changfeng met him on his way to the ancient ruins.
Later, they went together and became close friends.
But I seldom see you again.
Xiao Changfeng didn''t expect to meet him here.
Not seen for many years, Zhao Fugui''s appearance has not changed much.
Still fair skinned and fat, like a big white steamed bread.
It''s just a little less green and more mature.
At the moment, he was bleeding all over and his black hair was flying like a demon God.
"Nine levels of sage realm?"
Xiao Changfeng frowned slightly and saw Zhao Fugui''s current strength.
He is not a strong man in heaven, but just a saint.
But here alone, I don''t know why.
At this time, all the five people who besieged him were strong in heaven.
Although they are only one or two aspects of heaven.
But for Zhao Fugui, it is a great threat.
"Little fat man, even if you escape to the ends of the earth today, you will die."
Led by a green shirt man with a sneer, as if looking at prey.
His strength is the strongest, reaching the triple of heaven.
At this time, holding a long sword, the breath is surging.
"There''s a way to heaven. You don''t go. There''s no door to hell. You break in. We finally have a chance this time."
"When you die, we''ll go back and taste the saint."
A young man with a sly look smiled and opened his mouth.
"Zhao Fugui, recognize the reality. As long as you hold your hands and catch it, we can give you a happy."
"The common people''s sect is a thing of the past. It''s hard for Lianyun Ding to protect himself, not to mention your disciple."
"Kneel down, kowtow and beg for mercy, or you will be torn apart."
The other three also spoke to each other, threatening Zhao Fugui.
"Bah!"
Zhao Fugui''s eyes were fierce, spitting out a mouthful of blood and disdaining his face.
Although he was wounded, he still had the strength of a war.
"A group of curfews just broke through by luck. They dare to shout in front of Grandpa. Look at Grandpa''s sword and kill you all!"
Zhao Fugui wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth and smiled heroically.
He doesn''t seem to pay attention to the current crisis.
"Hum, I don''t know how to live or die. In that case, we''ll send you to hell!"
The man in green shirt snorted coldly and stopped talking nonsense.
Suddenly, the long sword in his hand was brilliant and cut with one sword.
"Tianjie low level martial arts: hundred step divine sword!"
Bang Dang!
A sword, 100 meters in size, but extremely concise, like a star river and lightning.
Vigorous as a dragon, it splits the sky. Before the sword reaches, there is a forest cold between heaven and earth.
The black space cracks are cut around, and there is nothing to stop.
All the rocks and ancient trees encountered on the way were cut in two.
This sword is deadly and terrible.
The sword technique of the green shirt man has reached the state of great success and is unparalleled in power.
"Hum!"
Zhao Fugui fought in blood and was not afraid.
At this time, his eyes flashed cold.
Immediately he held the scarlet sword gourd and poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth.
Poof!
Zhao Fugui opened his mouth and spit out a wine sword breath.
The sword is as strong as a rainbow, and the wine smells clear.
But it is as concise as gang and as fast as startling Hong.
It flew out in an instant.
When!
The sound of gold and iron exchange sounded deafening from all directions.
The two swords collided in the air, turned into fragments and splashed everywhere.
Many vegetation and rocks are directly pierced and broken.
"This is really a good baby. It''s a pity in your hand. Only a talent like me deserves it!"
The man in green shirt coveted the sword gourd very much. At this time, he looked greedily.
Zhao Fugui is just a saint.
And he is the triple strength of heaven.
With all his strength, he was blocked by a wine sword.
And the five of them have not captured Zhao Fugui until now.
It''s all because of this sword gourd.
This sword gourd was originally just a inferior magic weapon, not particularly precious.
But Zhao Fugui gets the wine bug and has the drunken Sword Fairy formula given to him by Xiao Changfeng.
In recent years, I have also got some adventures. I just promoted the raising sword gourd of this inferior magic weapon to a top-grade magic weapon.
It can be seen that it is extraordinary.
"Let''s fight together and solve the little fat man as soon as possible!"
The man in green shirt didn''t want to waste any more time and immediately greeted the other four people.
"Well, I''ve long wanted to taste the saint. Solve him early and go back to find the saint early."
The sneaky young man smiled and held a short arc knife in his hand.
Shua Shua!
The five of them shot together and used their own means to kill Zhao Fugui.
These five people are all powerful people. They are not only powerful, but also have many means.
"Ten swords in array!"
Although Zhao Fugui was injured, he was not afraid at this time.
He poured a few drinks.
Then his face turned white, his body surface glowed and burst out.
Suddenly, the wine fog turned into ten wine sword Qi.
Each one is ten meters in size, concise as gang, just like fine iron casting.
The ten wine sword Qi are arranged in an array to form a small sword array.
This is a method in the drunken sword immortal formula, which has unparalleled power.
Boom!
The sword array flew out and protected Zhao Fugui against the attack of five people.
Suddenly, the terrible battle wave dispersed and destroyed everything around.
Finally, Zhao Fugui successfully blocked this wave of attack.
But he vomited a mouthful of blood, staggered and looked even paler.
"He''s dying. Keep up your spirits and don''t give him any chance."
The man in green shirt has a gloomy fundus and speaks quickly.
The five heavenly masters joined hands and could not kill a small saint.
This made him angry and more eager to kill Zhao Fugui.
"Yes!"
The other four people were also ruthless. Suddenly, they worked hard without money, opened up the field and showed all kinds of martial arts.
The blade''s awn is in the air, the fist''s awn is swept, the boulder falls, and the sword''s awn is cut.
Every blow is enough to kill the saint.
If there were no sword gourd, I''m afraid Zhao Fugui would have been defeated.
"Ten swords in array!"
At this moment, Zhao Fugui has no other way but to display the sword array again.
Suddenly, the sword array clanked and resisted the attack of the five people.
This time, however, the five were determined to break the sword array.
A moment later.
When the sword array is broken, the ten wine sword Qi is completely broken.
Poof!
Zhao Fugui spewed out a mouthful of blood, which spilled into the sky, pungent and incomparable.
And he couldn''t stand any longer and fell to the ground with a plop.
"Go to hell, little fat man!"
The green man''s eyes lit up, Ling lie''s killing intention came out through his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly cut.
Suddenly, the 100 meter sword appeared again and cut directly at Zhao Fugui, trying to kill him with a sword.
At the moment, Zhao Fugui''s pupil shrinks suddenly. He holds the sword gourd hard and wants to drink again.
But it''s too late.
Bang!
When the 100 meter sword was approaching Zhao Fugui, a colorful light roared and broke the sword in an instant.
"Who?"
The man in green shirt turned his head and looked at him.
"Those who killed you!"
Xiao Changfeng strides forward with deep eyes and messy black hair, like the coming of the God of murder!