The thunderbolt man suddenly turned into a flash of lightning, and chased towards Xiang Nan, leaving a sentence: "Whoever catches him is his!"
Far away, fifty thousand miles away.
Xiang Nandao: "It seems to be a little closer, and the aura fluctuations in front of it are getting stronger and stronger. If we fly for a while, we should reach Xiao Zhengyang's place."
At this moment, Xiang Nan stood still and narrowed his eyes slightly.
There is a clearing across the jungle.
On the open space, hundreds of corpses were lying here and there. In the center of these corpses was a gloomy man with long black hair.
The man was sitting on the ground with a knife in his right hand, his face was as cold as water.
All the corpses had their heads severed without exception, but what was even more noteworthy was that apart from the wounds of the beheading, the rest of the bodies of these corpses had no scars at all.
That shows that the gloomy man only needs one knife to kill, and he never misses.
Across the jungle, Xiang Nan looked in the direction of the gloomy man.
The gloomy man also slowly raised his head and looked in Xiang Nan's direction.
The lightning man had already chased him at the speed of light, and when he saw Xiang Nan's back, he immediately laughed excitedly.
But in an instant, the thunder man suddenly turned pale. He froze in the air, as if someone had strangled his neck, and looked in the direction of the open space across the forest.
"Hiss... not good!" The thunder and lightning man turned around and fled as if he had seen a ghost.
"Come back." In the chaotic graveyard, the gloomy man said lightly with a blank expression on his face.
These words are as sharp as a knife. Although hoarse and deep, they give people the feeling of facing the abyss of death.
The lightning man was so frightened that his heart stopped beating, and he fell from the sky!
And the two suzerains who caught up behind, the beautiful women, also turned pale!
"How did you meet him?" The beautiful woman's expression became terrified, and cold sweat dripped down her cheeks.
She gritted her teeth, lowered her voice, and said, "Don't move, don't move anyone! Don't make any unnecessary movements."
"If he can lose interest in us and leave on his own, that's the best! Don't try to escape, it will irritate him."
These few great masters, like the frightened Liushen Wuzhu, didn't even dare to breathe out.
The scene was extremely silent, even the beasts in the forest shut their mouths, and they didn't even dare to blow the wind.
The gloomy man was still sitting cross-legged, and the long knife in his right hand was halfway into the ground.
He raised his head slightly, with a pair of sharp eyes looking in the direction of Xiang Nan through the gap between the wet long hair.
He said hoarsely, "You are a swordsman."
Everyone was scared out of their wits.
Only Xiang Nan remained calm, he slowly drew out the giant knife, and said, "Yes."
The man nodded, and said: "With your strength, how could you be chased by these minions so desperately?"
Several suzerains looked at each other.
Xiang Nandao: "Too lazy to waste time."
The man took out a wine jug from the ring and said, "I have a jug of wine, which I got by accident thirteen years ago."
"Come, have a drink with me, and let me see your knife."
The four were stunned, and the long-haired man whispered, "How could it be? He actually invited people to drink? I've never heard of such a thing."
"That young man, what exactly is it?"
Xiang Nan carried the giant knife through the jungle, passed through countless corpses, and came to the opposite of the gloomy man.
The man glanced at Xiang Nan's giant knife and smiled.
"A good knife. I have killed countless people, but I have not been able to sacrifice such a good knife. You have killed many more people than me."
Hearing this sentence, the four people who chased Xiang Nan before felt horrified!
"Did... make a mistake?" The strong man stammered, "He, he is the gate of purgatory, one of the seven ghost kings, the Raosheng Ghost King!"
"Since the fall of the Nine Nether Ghost King, he is the man who is most likely to be the first among the seven ghost kings..."
Xiang Nan also heard what the strong man said.
Xiang Nan was thoughtful, it turned out that the Nine Nether Ghost King was only one of the Eight Great Ghost Kings.
How powerful the Nine Nether Ghost King is, of course there is no need to talk nonsense, he is a master who even the top sects such as Lingjiu Sect and Tianyan Sect can't kill him all year round.
If this so-called Raosheng Ghost King can be as famous as Jiuyou Ghost King, of course he will not be an ordinary person.
In the era when the primordial universe split, the Eight Ghost Kings of Purgatory were ruthless characters that shocked the entire universe.
In the end, the Nine Nether Ghost King was not defeated by others, but was killed by Rosen Hellfire.
When thinking this way, Xiang Nan was already sitting opposite the gloomy man.
"Knife." The man said.
Xiang Nan put his huge knife in front of him, flat on the ground.
In the gloomy man's eyes, a rare light flashed, and he praised: "Good knife!"
"Here, look at my knife."
As he said that, the man also put his own knife on the ground in front of him, parallel to Xiang Nan's giant knife.
The man said: "The knife is the cruelest and most direct weapon. It is not as elegant as a sword, as heavy as a hammer, as agile as a gun, and as free as a stick."
"Only by feeding the knife with blood can it cultivate the knife's nature. The more you kill, the sharper your blade will be. The more blood you drink, the simpler your body will be."
"It's easy to kill, but what's commendable is that your knife only kills the murderous, which is more difficult."
Two knives with very different styles.
The man's knife exudes a killing and decisive air. It is cold, not the temperature, but the feeling, as if the knife is placed on the ground, even the ground will freeze.
This is a knife fed by countless dead souls.
Xiang Nan's knife, on the other hand, exudes a sense of righteousness. It is hot, not Wendy, but also a feeling, as if the knife is placed on the ground, it can illuminate even the dark night.
The man nodded and said: "Everyone says that a sword follows human nature, and a person's temperament can affect his sword."
Speaking of this, the man looked at Xiang Nan closely, and said, "This knife of yours is designed to kill people like me."
When those four people heard this, their souls were so frightened that they flew out.
Only then did they realize that the young man they had been teasing and trying to kill just now was actually a man who could have an equal dialogue with King Luo Shenggui!
What the hell! The young boy just now didn't show any aggressive aura!
"Do you want to kill me?" The man poured a glass of wine for Xiang Nan, and said, "Your knife, drinking my blood, can accomplish it."
Xiang Nan drank the sweet spirits in one gulp, stood up and said, "Waste of time, no interest, goodbye."
After all, Xiang Nan walked past the man with a giant knife in his hand.
The man sat without moving. He put the wine glass to his lips, but he smiled and said, "Let's go, I won't see you off."
"It's over!" The beautiful woman gasped: "He actually walked past Rao Shenggui King! No one has ever been able to do this!"
"Even the ghost king Jiuyou dared not walk past the right hand holding the knife of the ghost king Luosheng!"
When Xiang Nan and Luo Shenggui King passed by, and when the two Geshiqi knives also passed by, both knives buzzed and vibrated.
It seems to be telling their unwillingness.
Two absolute knives, spanning countless ages, met here and now, but do they want to miss each other like this
But can't tell the difference? The Luo Shenggui King stretched out his left hand, lightly held down his saber, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, don't worry."