Chapter eight hundred and seventy-six appeared together
Seeing Zhuo Bufan killing Peng Chai, Ji Tianyuan, Yangu Famous, Ji Haizuo, Yan Chengxue, and the translator and lawyer were all stunned at the same time.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Bufan really said that killing people is killing people, and he killed a local warlord. The other party had a team of thousands of people and various weapons in his hands.
It was originally a simple negotiation, but I didn't expect to make things so complicated.
As for the other soldiers, they didn't realize what was going on, and they all fell to the ground.
"Are you the one who killed Gongyangzhi?" The old man in the black robe of the Ghost Witch Sect finally reacted.
"What do you think?"
Zhuo Bufan hit the golden magic trick and instantly knocked the old man out. The other party fell to the ground, covered his chest, and a trace of dazzling blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
"Where is the main hall of your Ghost Witch Sect?" Zhuo Bufan said with a cold light in his eyes.
"I won't tell you." The old man covered his chest, his face pale, but he said extremely stubbornly.
"If you don't tell me, aren't you afraid that I will pull out your soul and use soul searching. If this is the case, your soul will not only endure great pain, but may eventually collapse."
Zhuo Bufan said indifferently.
Hearing Zhuo Bufan's words, the old man's face finally changed color.
Just as he was hesitating, a gust of wind suddenly came from outside, and then several super powers were approaching the hotel.
There is another strength among them, and even Zhuo Bufan was a little surprised at its power.
"It seems that I don't need to go to the Ghost Witch Sect's people."
Zhuo Bufan frowned slightly.
Similarly, everyone in the hotel also felt the sudden drop in temperature, and the sky suddenly became dark outside the hotel, and a strange atmosphere enveloped the entire hotel.
Master Feng's face changed slightly, "Is it the Witch King here?"
Ji Tianyuan, Yangu's fame, Ji Haizui, Yan Chengxue and Yan Chengxue also had pale faces, but ordinary people had never seen such a formation.
Zhuo Bufan slapped the old man from the Ghost Witch Sect with a slap, then turned around and flew out the door.
There were indeed several old men in black robes floating above the hotel. Each of them was covered with black mist. Among them, the old man standing in the middle had the most powerful aura, and he was vaguely the strongest in the late stage of foundation building.
The level strength is even slightly higher than Zhuo Bufan.
However, the battle relies not only on the level of cultivation, but also on-site response, various magical powers, magic weapons, and other comprehensive things.
Therefore, Zhuo Bufan is not necessarily the opponent.
"You are Zhuo Bufan?"
Standing at the forefront, the strongest old man spoke, his voice was vast, as if he had experienced vicissitudes, and he felt indescribable.
The other party's skin was as dry as tree bark, with green light shining in his eyes, and a powerful force was revealed all over his body, which was awe-inspiring.
And above these people, black dark clouds gathered, as if the end of the world was coming.
People in the entire small town had long been frightened and fled everywhere. Some even knelt on the ground, worshiping them, and treating them as gods.
"Are you the Witch King?" Zhuo Bufan looked at the other party, his expression still changing.
"I thought you could actually come out of the forest of death?" The Witch King looked at Zhuo Bufan with a hint of greed on his face.
He has been coveting the treasures in the forest of death for a long time, but he once approached my valley in his career. A valley would be oppressed by an invisible restriction. Therefore, he did not dare to enter the valley, even if it was his subordinates sent by him
After entering the valley, no one could come back.
However, it is rumored that there are treasures hidden in the Death Forest. Zhuo Bufan can come out safely from the Death Forest, and maybe he has already obtained the treasures inside.
Thinking of this, the eyes of the Witch King and the elders around him became more and more intense.
"Zhuo Bufan, hand over the treasure you got in the forest of death, otherwise you will die here today." An old man shrouded in a black robe said gloomy.
"Let me die here? I haven't gone to settle the score with you yet, but you dare to come to me."
Zhuo Bufan said, pulling out the Ice Emperor Rain Sword, and the long edge shines with a light blue light, revealing a hint of chill that makes people's bones.
The Witch King and several elders changed their faces at the same time. As magicians, they could naturally feel the huge power and threat hidden in the Ice Emperor Rain Sword.
"Is this a ninth-grade magic weapon?" Someone showed surprise.
"No, this should be a treasure." The Witch King said, and the greed in his eyes became stronger and stronger.
Their entire witch sect only has one treasure weapon, and it cannot be used easily, but Zhuo Bufan actually has a treasure weapon now. If he gets this treasure, it might be able to make their witch sect's strength to a higher level.
, and can even return to the Dragon Kingdom.
Zhuo Bufan didn't give them time to surprise, and suddenly lifted his sword and slashed it down. A silver light curtain descended from the sky and slashed towards an elder.
The old man's face suddenly changed, and the black mist on his body formed a shield, blocking him in front of him. He immediately pinched a few more notices, sacrificed a small flag, and spat a mouthful of black gas and sprayed it on the flag.
The flag rotated rapidly in the air, and then turned into a three-meter-long banner, blocking itself.
However, at the same time, Zhuo Bufan's sword light had already been slashed, and instantly slashed the black fog and formed a shield. The elder's face changed suddenly.
But the speed of the sword light did not seem to slow down at all. It directly cut the flag behind it into two pieces. Before the elder could react, he had already been cut into two pieces.
At the same time, the elder's soul was also destroyed.
One sword destroys the opponent's soul!
The other elders and the witch king immediately showed a solemn look on their faces.
"It is true that you can walk out of the forest of death, you cannot be underestimated." The Witch King's face showed a solemn look.
Ji Tianyuan, Yangu Ming and others in the hotel were already stunned. They saw Zhuo Bufan and others floating in the air, like gods, and often chopping out a sword light, as bright as a flower.
The other elders sacrificed the treasures in their hands, and quickly pinched various defensive magic tricks, for fear that Zhuo Bufan would cut him with his sword.
"Witch King, Zhuo Bufan still has many treasures on him. If he can kill him, it will be of great benefit to the Witch Cult."
Suddenly, a vague figure suddenly appeared beside the Witch King, standing beside the Witch King, and saying respectfully.
Zhuo Bufan looked at the figure. It was the soul of the old leader of the Black Witch Cult who escaped from him last time. It was indeed exactly what he guessed. The other party was indeed the one who ran to Myanmar to surrender to the Ghost Witch.
The Witch King was a little hesitant at first. After all, he killed one thousand enemies and suffered 800 damage. What's more, he had reached his level and was even more unwilling to take risks with himself. That would be very likely to cut off his path to cultivation. (I haven't finished it.