The moment Zhang Wen fell, Hei Kui showed a smile, then turned around and looked at Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang coldly.
Hei Kui glanced at Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang, and the demonic energy in his body skyrocketed. He waved his hand in a provocative gesture.
"Brother Zhao, rest first! Leave the next two guys to me!" Hei Kui looked at my master and said with a smile on his face.
He and Ping An both called my master Brother Zhao. Master was very happy every time he heard this, saying that he had become many years younger.
My master nodded slightly, clenched the peach wood sword in his hand, and quietly took a few steps back.
For Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang, they already felt deep fear from what they just saw.
They stared at Hei Kui in front of them, the two brothers' expressions were extremely ugly.
I can understand it, after all, my brother is gone.
Hei Kui smiled faintly, then reached out and hooked his fingers.
There was also a funny tut-tut sound coming from his mouth: "Come on, Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang, your doom has come!"
Hei Kui's black demonic energy was so powerful that it soared into the sky.
His eyes were full of cold murderous intent.
It was as if he was the god of death, and any life under his gaze would perish.
My sister said to Ping An: "Sister Ping An, I didn't expect Brother Heikui to be so handsome."
Abomination also smiled and said: "After all, it is for safety that he is so angry, otherwise it is rare to see him angry."
Ping An smiled and said nothing.
At this time, Hei Kui had already launched an attack on Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang, each punch cracking the sky and covering the earth with the power to destroy everything.
Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang were suppressed to the point where they were completely unable to resist. They tried their best to dodge, but the power gap was too great.
These displays of average strength completely broke my understanding. Heikui's combat effectiveness is much stronger than what we have seen before.
Hei Kui invisibly constructed a battlefield that belonged to him.
On this battlefield, every movement and every look he makes controls the rhythm of the battle.
The enjoyment of fighting reveals an invincible momentum.
Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang joined forces. They raised their swords to fight against each other. The sword intention and the sword intention were intertwined, and the power was quite powerful.
However, Hei Kui's aura rose a little more, and he opened his mouth to laugh wildly.
Seeing him smiling so ferociously, he didn't take Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang seriously at all.
I caught Hei Kui's body flickering with a faint black demonic aura, and a more powerful cold aura emanated from his body.
The next second, he struck out like lightning. As the swords and swords intertwined, his big fist struck Zhang Fan violently like a meteor falling to the ground.
Although Zhang Fan tried his best to block with his sword, his sword was like tissue paper and was easily broken in front of Hei Kui's fist.
"clang……"
With a soft sound, Zhang Fan's sword was knocked away.
He himself was knocked out like a scarecrow, with blood spurting out from his mouth.
"Brother!"
Zhang Liang exclaimed, then roared and rushed towards Hei Kui.
The long knife in his hand was slashing at him. Looking at his expression, he wanted to split Hei Kui open with one strike.
Hei Kui sneered. He looked quietly at Zhang Liang, who was charging forward, as if looking at an ant about to die.
Then he opened his bow from left to right and punched out with a fierce punch. This punch carried Hei Kui's endless anger and power.
"boom!"
Zhang Liang was punched in the chest by Hei Kui, and he flew back like a bird.
At the same time, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his entire face immediately became as pale as paper.
Hei Kui glanced at Zhang Liang's body that fell to the ground, and then turned to look at Zhang Fan who was struggling to get up.
The cold smile that appeared on the corner of his mouth seemed to have seen the outcome of this battle.
He did not rush to attack. Instead, he just stared at Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang quietly, and said with a smile: "Stand up and continue. Otherwise, you two will disappoint me too much."
Zhang Fan and his brother looked at each other, and then they both stood up at the same time.
At first I thought they were going to continue fighting, but then I realized that they were trying to escape.
I saw that the two of them didn't even care about the magic weapon that fell on the ground, and they were about to run away.
However, as soon as they stood up, Hei Kui burst into laughter, and his rich voice echoed throughout the battlefield.
"Still want to escape?"
Hei Kui had a joking look on his face, his eyes shining like a hunter locking his prey, "Since you two are here, you will die together with your brother!"
Zhang Fan and Zhang Liang seemed a little panicked, but they still ran away without looking back.
Fortunately, I am stronger than them and can clearly see their movements.
If it were an ordinary person, they would not be able to see their existence at all.
But Hei Kui calmly turned into an afterimage, seemingly unhurried, but revealing a terrifying murderous intention.
The Zhang brothers fled faster, flying towards the mountain stream ahead.
But Hei Kui followed them like a shadow, leisurely following behind them.
What probably frightens them both the most is that Hei Kui has always kept a certain distance from them.
Not long after, Hei Kui stepped in front of them and stopped them.
Before Zhang Liang could react, he had already been punched in the chest.
"Bang!"
Zhang Liang opened his mouth and screamed, clutching his chest and falling straight down.
Ping An said: "Hei Kui's body is equivalent to a magic weapon. You can understand the punch just now as Zhang Liang was hit by a magic weapon sledgehammer."
My sister clicked her tongue: "So strong?"
Corpse Ancestor dodged and flew to Zhang Wen's body. He took out his precious bell and shook it.
Soon, Zhang Wen turned into a corpse and got up from the ground.
The Corpse Ancestor laughed loudly: "The Corpse Puppet on the third level of the Nirvana Realm has failed me again."
On the other side, Zhang Fan was equally embarrassed.
He roared and rushed towards Heikui, trying to give his brother Zhang Liang a chance to escape.
However, all his attacks were in vain in front of Hei Kui.
Hei Kui blocked Zhang Fan's attack with one hand, then opened his other hand and lashed out at Zhang Fan with a big mouth.
The furious shouts echoed in the open space, almost suffocating.
This slap hit Zhang Fan's face hard. Half of Zhang Fan's face was instantly bloody and bloody, and teeth and pieces of meat flew out of his mouth.
Then, like a piece of rag, he fell rapidly towards the mountain stream below.
Corpse Ancestor shouted: "Brother Heikui, just beat him to death, don't break him, I still want to be a corpse puppet!"
My sister muttered: "That slap just now hurt too much, didn't it?"
Hei Kui dodged and caught up with the falling Zhang Fan, then grabbed him.
Flying to the mountain stream below, Heikui picked up the dying Zhang Fan, and then smashed him back and forth against the ground.
For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and Zhang Fan's body was smashed into pieces.
The corpse ancestor had a thick skin and flew down with a grin on his face. He chuckled and said, "Brother Heikui, if you smash it again, it will really become useless. It will be very troublesome to sew and mend it."
Hei Kui nodded, smiled and threw Zhang Fan's body to the Corpse Ancestor...
