Chapter 1971: Tiger, Leopard, Wolf Dog

Chapter one thousand nine hundred and seventy one

That Zao Wou-Ki had just appeared, and his powerful sword power seemed to make himself the protagonist of this world.

He has handsome features, but there is an evil spirit between his eyebrows, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

“How could it be him?”

“What is this guy doing with us…”

Everyone was very puzzled, and their eyes were filled with surprise.

Everyone in the Eastern Desolation came to this empty city for more than a month, but Zao Wou-ki’s name was so thunderous, it was difficult for him to have momentum in front of him.

The Black Feather Palace itself is the holy land of Beiling. In Beiling, it is a giant|behemoth, and its status can be comparable to the Eastern Desolate Heavenly Dao Sect.

Zao Wou-ki is the golden evildoer of the Black Feather Palace. He is known as the semi-sage and no one can beat him. The Black Feather Sword Tome he cultivated is very mysterious.

Huh huh!

Facing his strong coming, everyone in the Eastern Wilderness couldn’t help but backed away a few steps.

The corners of the four sword servants in front of Zao Wou-ki were mocking.

The masks on their faces are of different shapes, some are magic dogs, some are black tigers, some are golden cheetahs, and one person is the most terrifying wearing a white wolf mask.

Tiger, Leopard, Wolf Dog!

The four masks seemed to be sealed with monsters, and they merged with the souls of several people, making these four people look extraordinarily weird.

The sword servant with a devil dog mask was named Zhao Dog. He smiled: “My son, I heard that the young generation of sword repairmen in the Eastern Wilderness gathered here. Today, I have come to pay a visit to see if you are qualified to participate in these twenty years. The annual famous sword convention.”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was dissatisfied immediately.

When they were invited, they were naturally qualified to participate in the Famous Sword Conference. This Zao Wou-ki didn’t take them seriously.

“We are invited here, so why are we not qualified to participate in the Famous Sword Conference?”

“The three levels have not yet begun to be assessed, are you going to replace the Tibetan Sword Villa?”

“Heiyu Palace is not qualified to be so arrogant!”

In fact, before every famous sword tournament, the top sword repairers from all sides will test and compete with each other to see which masters are there.

But this Zao Wou-ki is even more arrogant.

Zao Wou-ki found a table to sit down at random, ignored the others, and took out the wine and drank it himself.

“Zao Wou-ki, what do you mean?”

An Ziyun, who had provoked Lin Yun before, walked towards the opponent with a cold expression holding the holy sword.

It was said that Ye Qingtian was crazy, but I didn’t find much after I learned it, but this Zao Wou-ki was really crazy.

I really don’t even want to look at them!

“Who are you?”

Looking at the wine in the cup, Zao Wou-ki didn’t look at An Ziyun.

“An Jia, An Ziyun!” An Ziyun said coldly.

Zao Wou-ki sighed and said, “An family is also considered a giant in the Eastern Desolation. There was a great sage before the ancient times, but unfortunately there is no genius in swordsmanship. If your family will come over, maybe you can pick me a few swords. You? I don’t even have the qualifications to fight against me.”

An Ziyun had never suffered such humiliation before, and his face immediately became gloomy. Looking at Donghuang, no one had ever looked down upon him so much.

This Zao Wou-ki is not only him, even An Jia did not take it seriously.

“court death!”

An Ziyun drew his sword in anger, the sword light was dazzling, and half of the dojo was illuminated in an instant.

Hum!

The body of the sword trembled, and then the power of the stars bloomed, which was a sacred sword of stars.

Everyone on the dojo’s complexion suddenly changed slightly, and they each released Nirvana to resist.

The power of the star light is still quite terrifying, especially when the sword repair is urged, the edge is extremely sharp.

If you are not careful, you will be injured by the sword qi, and the holy armor is hard to resist.

“An Ziyun is not easy, this Star Obsidian Saint Soldier was activated by a tenth of his power!”

“No wonder he dared to provoke Ye Qingtian before and came prepared!”

…

Huh!

An Ziyun turned his wrist, a vision bloomed behind him, a sea of fire appeared, and the sword light flying away was like a real dragon bathed in firelight.

Zao Wou-ki smiled, but still did not move, still drinking slowly.

Seeing that this sword was about to stab Zao Wou-ki, huh, the sword servant with the mask of the devil dog next to him stepped forward and directly grabbed the sword in the palm of his hand.

call!

His hands were like ten thousand years of ice, and the moment he held the blade, the vast sea of flames instantly went out.

The so-called flame dragon is also collapsed at the touch of a touch.

How can this be done?

The power of the star light was broken at will?

Everyone was shocked, and they all looked at Zhao Dog involuntarily, their eyes flashed with fear and consternation.

Behind Zhao Dog appeared the phantom of the three-headed demon dog, the three-headed demon dog was as high as one hundred feet, with a powerful and unparalleled deterrent.

At the same time, the evil spirit of his body was released, and everyone woke up. There was blood of the three-headed dog of hell in this person.

“It is said that since the sword shocked the world, Donghuang has no kendo wizards. I saw it today that the rumors were true. You are actually qualified to stand here. It’s really too weak.”

Zhao Dog mocked unscrupulously.

The young man wearing a white wolf mask not far away sneered and said: “Sword shaking the sky is a fart. It has long been a prison and cannot be sanctified in this life. As for Jianzong, it has long since fallen.”

At this moment, An Ziyun’s sword was firmly held, his forehead was sweating profusely, and he constantly urged Nirvana to explode his opponent’s palm.

Zhao Dog snorted coldly, roars came from his body, and he let go of his hand violently, and then his body disappeared like a shadow.

When he reappeared, a palm was printed on An Ziyun’s heart, banging, An Ziyun’s body protection was squeezed in the shaking, and his chest was sunken into a huge hole.

Huh!

His body was like a dead dog, hitting the stone pillar of the dojo, and he passed out in pain on the spot.

Zhao Dog returned to the place, as if he had never moved before, and said coldly: “So trash, I dare to be disrespectful to the prince, I really don’t know how to write dead words!”

Many sword repairmen in the Eastern Wilderness could not say a word when they were surprised.

Even if An Ziyun wasn’t the top sword repairer, among the people in the Eastern Wilds, he definitely deserved the word first-class.

Even once played against a half-sage, they could all retreat, but the next move was abandoned.

How terrible is this Zhao Dog’s strength?

Gongsun Yan took a deep breath, his expression mutinous, and trembling with fright, hurriedly hid behind Zhao Yan.

Zhao Yan’s face was not very good-looking, the Zhao Dog’s strength was really a bit terrifying, and he felt a lot of danger.

The most important thing is that this man is just Zao Wou-ki’s sword servant, maybe even the weakest sword servant.

Lin Yun’s eyes condensed slightly. This Zhao Dog should not be that strong. What he can control An Zi is relying on the mutual restraint of attributes.

As for the phantom of the monster beast, it’s just a blinding technique. What’s really powerful about him is that he has an extremely secret star light Secret Treasure fused into his palm.

As well as the spirit of the gods, there are not many people who can see the clues in the field.

Lin Yun didn’t actually pay attention to Zhao Dog. His eyes were on the man wearing the white wolf mask. This man was a bit weird.

Zhao Dog swept his eyes, fell on Jianzong and others, and said with a smile: “The disciples of Jianzong are here too. I don’t really think I can play the legend 18 years ago, right? It’s gone, and as for Jianzong, it’s not worth mentioning.”

“Heiyu Palace is really good, but compared to top geniuses, if my Jianzong Funeral Playboy is still there, you all can’t compare together!”

A cold and arrogant voice came, and Lin Yun couldn’t help but looked at it, and it was Ye Ziling who was speaking.

Zhao Dog looked at Ye Ziling, and was startled at once, this woman’s temperament was truly amazing.

However, she was cold and frosty, and her temperament that was thousands of miles away made people feel like she was on the edge for no reason.

“Playboy Burial?”

Zhao Dog said coldly: “If he hadn’t offended Tian Xuanzi, he might be a talent. As for now, he is just a dog who lost his family.”

“Playboy Burial is a fart, it’s a mere fame, let alone rumors that he is dead. Even if he is not dead, as long as I dare to appear in front of me, I can slap him to death with one palm!” The man with a white wolf mask Man, with a chill on his body, said coldly.

Ye Ziling raised her brows, and anger flashed in her eyes. She didn’t allow anyone to slander the burial of the playboy.

In her deep purple eyes, Xue Yaohua turned, and the dojo became extremely cold.

“Want to do it?”

Zhao Dog and White Wolf both showed disdain, and didn’t put Ye Ziling in their eyes.

But Ye Ziling and Mu Qingqing stopped her and continued to persuade them in secret.

She has no chance of winning with one enemy and two, and even one-on-one may not be able to defeat the opponent.