Chapter 63 (1/2)

”What qualifications do you have?”

Zhang Ziling's words shocked everyone.

The people of Yaozong never thought that Zhang Ziling was still so arrogant in the face of his master ancestor!

At this time, they found that there was no change in the smile on Zhang Ziling's face!

He could not change his face in the face of Shizu!

How strong is he?

Looking at Zhang Ziling, the people of Yaozong found that they couldn't see through him more and more.

”What qualifications do I have?” The young man with white hair narrowed his eyes and said calmly: ”the emperor of the Han Dynasty didn't dare to talk to me like this. Are you looking for death? ”

The white robe of the white haired youth was silent, and a fierce and murderous air swept across the square, making everyone breathless.

”Is this the strength of Shizu? I can't kick out the murderous air The second God of war looked at the back of the white haired youth, and his heart was full of wonder.

People are more and more awed by the young people with white hair.

”I think the person you wake up with your life sacrifice is a terrible person. Maybe I can barely make him move his muscles and bones...”

”It's a pity What you wake up is just a local chicken. ”

Zhang Ziling's words shocked everyone present.

”He said Shizu was a native chicken and a dog?”

”Good! You have succeeded in angering me A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the white haired youth, ”as a reward, we will let you taste the pain of hell!”

The white haired youth raised his right hand. In the deepest part of the medicine store, a sword full of dust began to shake. Then it turned into a green awn, which easily broke through the treasure house made of super alloy and flew to the white haired youth's hand.

”This sword, which accompanied me to fight against Lv Bu, is a magic weapon of the same level as Fang Tian's halberd. It's your best destination to kill you with it.” The white haired young man stroked the sword as if he were touching the soft skin of a young woman.

”A sword Ten thousand

The young man with white hair stood with a sword, and behind him appeared thousands of sword shadows, flashing cold light.

”You can die, and your soul will always be driven by me.”

The young man with white hair said faintly, then stabbed out with a sword, and the shadow of ten thousand swords moved behind him.

All the people in the medicine school were fascinated, as if there was only such a sword in the hands of Shizu in the world.

Extremely amazing, extremely fierce sword!

The light of the sword was just a flash. The sword had reached Zhang Ziling. Zhang Ziling picked up the halberd of the first God of war, but it was easily cut off by the shadow of the white haired youth!

”How can any iron in your hand compete with the gods of this seat?” The white haired youth sneered.

”Well, without the soul swallowing magic sword, this kind of rubbish can also be used by me.” Zhang Ziling threw away the broken halberd in his hand and looked at the stabbed sword. Zhang Ziling gently extended his index finger.

Ding!

The harsh metal intersects the sound through the square, and the medicine people have to protect their ears to avoid being hurt!

At this time, everyone looked at the white haired youth and Zhang Ziling, and they were all shocked!

Zhang Ziling

Block Shizu's sword with a finger!

No way!

The people of the medicine clan are going crazy. They feel that the world has abandoned them. Everything they see is false!

However, something more crazy happened

A crisp crack.

Shizu's sword It's broken!

All the swords behind Shizu are gone!

”I must be dreaming!” Behind the white haired youth, several elders and the God of War didn't believe what they had seen. They started slapping themselves and trying to wake up!

”Ben Di said that you are just a local chicken and a dog.” After shattering the white haired youth's sword, Zhang Ziling smiles faintly, grabs the white haired youth's shoulder with his backhand, and presses down fiercely!

Hope, fantasy, and dignity of all people

All of them were broken by the press of Zhang Ziling.

Master of medicine, legend of Medicine Just kneeling in front of Zhang Ziling!

The young man with white hair supported his body with his arms and kept shaking.

”No way! This power, who are you on earth? ” The white haired young man knelt on the ground and roared.

Zhang Ziling let go, but the white haired youth still could not move, kneeling on the ground!

”Didn't Ben Di say that before?” Zhang Ziling looked at the young man with white hair and said with a smile, ”the man who killed your medicine clan!”

”Damn it! How can you be so powerful! It's absolutely impossible! ” The white haired youth still roared, unable to believe this fact.

He was easily defeated by the people in front of him, but also suppressed in front of him, unable to move?