The two old men walked out together.

"Please rest assured, the master of the sect, I will do my best!"

The two old men clasped their fists and said.

"Ghost Cultivation! How could you send two people?"

Ghost Hand accused him with anger on his face.

"Haha, there is no rule that two people cannot play!"

The ghost cultivator laughed loudly, and the conspiracy succeeded in his laughter.

"Damn it!"

The ghost hand was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He leaned into Zhang Yi's ear and whispered: "These two old men have been in seclusion for many years. I guess they are very strong, you need to be careful!"

"It's okay!"

Zhang Yi smiled indifferently and stretched out his hand politely: "Two seniors, the venue here is too narrow, so we might as well go out for a competition, how about it?"

"Okay, we're just thinking!"

The two old men looked at each other and could see what they meant in each other's eyes.

The next moment.

Zhang Yi and the others left the conference hall and came to the spacious square outside.

In the huge square, there were corpses with broken limbs and broken arms, and a group of ghost disciples who surrendered with their hands in their arms.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, which made people feel disgusting.

Seeing this scene, Gui Xiu clenched his fists in anger, and the anger in his chest was about to burst out.

Damn it! These people who are greedy and afraid of death actually chose the most cowardly surrender! The senior officials of the Ghost Sect all looked so ugly.

Zhang Yi smiled faintly: "Senior Gui Xiu, have you seen it all?"

Why do you have to show off?

Will surrender die?”

Gui Xiu snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, let's compete quickly!"

"I hope you can trust your words!"

Zhang Yi looked at him deeply, then came to the center of the square, bowed slightly: "Two seniors, please!"

The two old men flashed and they also came to the center of the square in an instant.

Boom! Suddenly, a shocking explosion sounded.

Instantly.

The earth was shaking, and a wave of air came.

Bang bang bang—The next moment, two figures appeared on the top of a hall, fighting each other so hard that they were evenly matched.

This scene became the focus of attention.

"That's--" Ghost Hand's pupils shrank violently, and his expression was shocking.

He discovered that the two figures were actually Liao Qianyu and a young man.

Youth is naturally Qian Wu.

Qian Wu raised his sword and slashed out horizontally, forming a sword shadow all over the sky.

Liao Qianyu was unwilling to fall behind, and his fists were swinged one after another, forming a fist shadow all over the sky.

The two fought to the point where they were equal, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a while.

At this time, a senior Ghost Sect came to Gui Cultivator and whispered: "Sect Master, what should we do?"

The ghost cultivator withdrew his gaze and snorted coldly: "What's the matter with that eunuch's life or death?"

"Sect Master, what you mean-" "The gods are not reliable at all, we are not worth sacrificing for this dead eunuch!"

"I understand!"

"It's good if you understand, you can just watch the show!"

The Ghost Hand quickly withdrew his gaze and did not care about how fierce the battle was on Liao Qianyu's side.

Zhang Yi stood with his hands behind his back and smiled very pretentiously: "Two seniors, please!"

"Good boy, it's really arrogant!"

"Today, let you try our Tiangang Earth Evil Formation!"

As soon as the words were finished, the two old men flashed and disappeared.

Their speed was very fast, as if they had merged into the air.

Swish-The next moment, the two old men appeared in front of Zhang Yi in an instant, and swung their two fists together - Tiangang and Earth Demon.

He is known as the two heroes of the Ghost Sect.

Not only is he strong, he also masters the magical formation of Tiangang and Earth Demons.

This formation can only generate powerful power by combining two people.

For decades, the two old men, Tiangang and Disha, have been in seclusion for many years, and their strength has long been different from before.

However, the gap between them and Zhang Yi is still not a little bit.

"Overbial ability!"

Zhang Yi raised two fingers and tapped the fist shadow that was rushing in front of him twice.

Two sword lights suddenly lit up.

Ahh! The two old men were as if they were hit hard, and lay down on the ground in a panic and exclaimed in pain: "Oh! What kind of sword technique are you doing?"

How is that possible?

Seeing this scene, all the senior officials of the Ghost Sect were stunned.

Just one sword completely defeated the two masters of Tiangang and Disha?

What kind of sword technique is this?

It is simply unpredictable to gods and ghosts, and it is unheard of! Even the treasure book of ghosts has never recorded such profound sword techniques.

The field became particularly quiet! It was so quiet that the needle could be heard! Boom! In an instant.

Zhang Yi's aura burst out, forming thousands of sword energy.

He stood with his hands behind his back and pointed his right hand towards the sky.

What is he doing?

Everyone raised their heads.

The next moment, they saw a divine dragon condensed by sword energy in the sky.

Ao! The dragon roared and resounded throughout the sky.

"Oh my God! Is this done by manpower?"

"What kind of sword move is this?

Too awesome!"

In an instant, all the senior officials of the Ghost Sect were in a panic and looked at the divine dragon above the sky with horror.

At this moment, they seemed to be an ant in front of this divine dragon.

Once the divine dragon descends, it will probably disappear within a few miles.

"What a great sword move!"

The ghost hand narrowed his eyes and was so scared that he sweated coldly.

The ghost hand raised his head and looked shocked: "This little brat has surpassed Brother Zhang!"

Zhang Yi ignored the horrified people around him and sneered coldly: "Senior Gui Cultivation, who will play in the next game?"

Suddenly.

The ghost cultivator's face froze.

What a fool! No one is a fool! Whoever goes to die! After pondering for a moment, Gui Xiu sighed slightly: "Zhang Yi, stop, our ghost gate is willing to surrender!"

"So you're serious?"

Zhang Yi's expression remained unchanged.

"certainly!"

The ghost hand nodded decadently.

The black mist that surrounded his body was weaker at this moment, and he seemed to have been aged by dozens of years.
To be continued...