"I also have this idea!" the king of hell's proposal made Zhao Sanjin deeply agree and nodded.

The king of hell is not the kind of person who has not yet derived spiritual strength from black-and-white impermanence. No matter from the attack or defense, he protects himself every move. Even if Zhao Sanjin and he come and go for more than ten moves, they still haven't found out each other's flaws.

"Interesting, really interesting, I haven't met such a strong opponent for a long time!" the king of hell patted the gray layer on his shoulder, narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "I think it's better to be my apprentice. As for the dragon and tiger Gang, you can deal with it as you want."

"Lord Yan, you can't do this. My whole dragon and tiger gang has done bad things for you these years. Once they don't have your support, even if they don't do it, they will be separated by other gangs."

Yan Wang's words startled Ye long, and he knelt down with a "puff" and begged with a runny nose and tears.

However, ye long only responded to the cold eye of the king of hell and the disregard of chiguoguo. He still looked at Zhao Sanjin and said with a smile: "you can reach the spiritual realm at a young age. You can't underestimate the future. If you follow me, you can certainly go further in the future. As a gift, the whole dragon and tiger Gang is at your disposal. This condition is not very generous!"

The king of hell still urged Zhao Sanjin, but it was not Zhao Sanjin who answered him, but ye long with a deathly gray face: "I have served you for six years. In the past six years, you have to absorb the Yin Qi of Chu female. I abducted people and sold abroad. I have committed such a crime that God can't forgive. I have done it for six years, but now you are going to sell me because of such a hairy boy."

For a moment, ye Long's face was a little old, and he looked even older. The wrinkles climbed onto his face and looked very miserable!

"Well, boy, tell me your opinion!" the king of hell looked at Ye long lying on the chair with only half a breath hanging, and ignored it at all. As for the black-and-white impermanence on the side, he also dared not ignore it and let the situation develop.

After a while, Zhao Sanjin slowly raised his head, frowned slightly and then asked, "Ye long said, you need to absorb the extreme Yin Qi of a woman? In this way, you are a evil monk?"

"That's right!" Yama didn't seem to think it was shameful, so he nodded and admitted.

Zhao Sanjin gave a faint answer, then his face sank, and his killing intention burst out in his eyes. In a cold voice, "just by virtue of this, you can die!"

"Why not do things that are extremely stupid and can improve his cultivation?" in the face of Zhao Sanjin's angry fist, the king of hell replied with a sneer while taking the parry seriously.

"Because they are human, but you are not!" Zhao Sankin snorted heavily, fist after fist, foot after foot, like a raindrop of attack, close to the king of hell.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved. In that case, I can only send you to die!" the king of hell's face was completely gloomy.

He had to admit that Zhao Sanjin was indeed a rare wizard. He had reached the spiritual realm at a young age, which was almost impossible to complete in today's society with weak spiritual power. Otherwise, the king of hell would not improve his cultivation with the help of women's extreme Yin Qi.

Unfortunately, he felt that Zhao Sanjin could see clearly the development trend of things. It was useless to insist blindly. The only way to solve this problem was World War I!

"Lord of hell, your sword!" looking at Zhao Sanjin's fierce attack, Bai impermanence threw a seven foot long knife in his hand at the king of hell.

"Captain, take the sword!" just like Bai impermanence, Su Qi threw the tiancongyun sword wrapped in rags into Zhao Sanjin's hand.

Both sides can do without weapons. Once used, no one is willing to fall behind.

After taking the Tiancong cloud sword, the rags on the sword are still wrapped around. Zhao Sanjin doesn't mean to open it. With the long sword in hand, Zhao Sanjin's action is even more powerful.

"Keng Keng..." the two weapons collided with each other and made a kind of low collision sound. Although the rags on Zhao Sanjin's sword were not removed, they gave the king of hell a bright feeling of excitement.

"What kind of sword are you?" the two fell down and retreated three or five steps. The king of hell stared at the long sword in Zhao Sanjin's hand, which was difficult to restrain the excitement in the words.

"Kill your sword!" Zhao Sanjin's answer was simple and straightforward, but it made the king of hell look very angry.

"No matter what, when I kill you, I'll take your sword!" the king of hell can conclude that the long sword in Zhao Sanjin's hand is definitely not an ordinary thing, and it may even be a famous sword.

After all, the seven foot long sword in the hand of the king of hell is already quite strong. With his own strength, each attack is enough to cut off an ordinary weapon. However, Zhao Sanjin's long sword is still strong.

"Really?" Zhao Sanjin sneered, sketched a penetrating radian at the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "you must have no chance to take it away, but it's OK to show you!"

Zhao Sankin's voice fell, and the king of hell suddenly felt his back cool, as if a huge sense of crisis was coming.

"Zheng!" with the use of Zhao Sanjin's spiritual strength, the rags of the sword body were torn apart. The blade was dazzling under the reflection of the light. Even the king of hell couldn't help being stunned.

It was such a stupefied Kung Fu that the long sword in Zhao Sanjin's hand had left his palm and flew unbiased towards the neck of the king of hell.

Tiancong Yunjian left his hand, and then in the blink of an eye, Tiancong Yunjian took back. If Zhao Sanjin's standing position had not changed, everyone would think Zhao Sanjin hadn't moved at all.

At the edge of the martial arts training ground, there was a tea table. The tablecloth on the tea table was lifted by Zhao Sanjin and pinched into his hand. He slowly wiped a bit of blood on the blade, wrapped the tiancongyun sword directly, and then threw it back to Su Qi.

"I don't have any advantages, but I mean what I say. If I give you a look, I'll give you a look!" Zhao Sanjin patted the king of hell on the shoulder with a meaningful smile.

The next moment, in everyone's surprised eyes, the body of the king of hell fell to the ground!