Gao Feng and Zhang Zhijiang were waiting for the next beam of black light to fall, waiting to fight with themselves in the mirror image. According to the order, it seemed that from weak to strong, Zhang Zhijiang should be there. As expected, the black "moon" radiated out.

A black light enveloped Zhang Zhijiang,

Although Zhang Zhijiang has been feeling anxious in his heart, many years of bloody battles have given Blood General Zhang Zhijiang an instinct. The more life-and-death situations he encounters, the calmer he becomes. Of course, when he fights with Fengguan Xiale's red-clothed female corpse on the mountain road ahead and enters the illusion,

It was just an accident. Such an accident happened only once in Zhang Zhijiang's life.

With no distracting thoughts, Zhang Zhijiang stood on the empty bluestone, facing himself with the same fluffy beard. The simple knife in his hand pointed at the ground, and the bloody murderous aura behind him had begun to steam. The phantom opposite had the same hand as Zhang Zhijiang, with the simple knife pointing at the ground.

, the same bloody murderous intent, the same boiling and burning.

There was no exchange, no communication. The same body dwarfed slightly and ran towards the other party quickly. The bloody murderous aura pulled out two gorgeous arcs behind him, and the two burning red arcs rushed towards the same point.

Simple, crude, and direct! Even more direct than the fight between the nine-tailed sky fox and the strong brown bear, the bloody murderous aura swaying like a blazing fire.

"Roar!" With the same voice, two bloody swords flashed, and two blood arrows spurted out. The figures exchanged, both of them had one knee on the ground, one hand on the ground, and the simple sword was slung behind their backs.

They are exactly the same, even the ruthless temperament of exchanging injuries for injuries is the same. Neither Zhang Zhijiang nor the illusion on the opposite side is afraid of this most bloody fighting method. The pungent smell of blood seems to make the two people burn with bloody murderous aura.

Richer and sharper.

Suddenly, the two of them frowned at the same time without being noticed. It seemed that some negative emotions were mixed with the murderous aura, and they broke out at the same time after the sword fight.

"The famous Blood General was actually defeated by illusion. He actually lost his fighting spirit and allowed himself to be slaughtered. You disappoint me so much." Huan Huan said, with one knee on the ground, looking at Zhang Zhijiang opposite, his eyes firm, his tone clear.

With mockery.

Zhang Zhijiang spat out blood-foamed saliva and cursed bitterly, "You have to take care of what I do."

"This feeling is really bad." Huan Xiang suddenly stood up and stood in front of Zhang Zhijiang, holding the knife horizontally in his hand. Judging from his expression, he didn't know what he was thinking. Zhang Zhijiang put the knife behind his back and looked at the fantasy coldly, his eyes narrowed.

There is a crack, I don’t know what I am thinking about.

On the platform between the two of them, the illusion stood there carelessly. The blood general Zhang Zhijiang seemed to have given up on his perfect murderous intention and allowed the illusion on the opposite side to expose his empty door, as if standing there unsuspecting, waiting for Zhang Zhijiang to attack.

"Although I am just an illusion, and your death is the end of my life, but I want to tell you that you are just a coward." The illusion on the other side of Zhang Zhijiang had a face as iron as stone, looking at Zhang Zhijiang with contempt.

"I know what you are going to do, because I have wanted to do it for a long time." Zhang Zhijiang did not get angry. He still touched one knee to the ground and supported the bluestone ground with one hand, as if he had forgotten that this was the magic circle arranged by Taoist Qingxu.

It's like chatting with your senior brother. "Don't worry, I won't take advantage of others' danger before you are ready."

"Of course I know, that's why I said you are a coward. If you don't dare to try it yourself, let me try it for you." Huan Huan stopped looking at Zhang Zhijiang and seemed to have no doubts about Zhang Zhijiang's promise.

There was a sinister aura on the body of the illusion, as if there was a snake flowing through the body. Wherever it went, the blood vessels would swell until it swam to the left hand of the illusion after a few breaths.

The simple knife in the hand of the illusion was cut across, and at this moment, his left hand was cut off directly. With a "pop", the severed hand fell to the ground, and before a blood arrow sprayed out, the illusion tore the skirt of his clothes and tightened the severed wrist tightly.

He held one end in his mouth, held the knife upside down with the other hand, grabbed the other end, and strangled it hard. After tightening it, he looked up at Zhang Zhijiang, grinned and said: "You are a fucking bitch, you are cursed with evil.

It's so easy to force the body into a corner and cut it off directly. Are we still waiting for it to dissipate on its own?"

Zhang Zhijiang's face was a little pale, and the fingernails on the ground were pale. His bloody murderous aura was deeply embedded in the bluestone of the mountain. He seemed to be struggling with something in his heart. His eyes were fixed on the severed hand that fell on the ground, and even the simple knife on his back.

They all began to tremble faintly.

He was struggling extremely in his heart. With Zhang Zhijiang's ruthlessness, of course he would not hesitate to cut off a strong man's wrist. But Zhang Zhijiang always had a strange feeling about the scene he saw in the fantasy, as if the woman in red floated over at the end, and her eyes were full of resentment.

It was indeed what he had experienced. Along the way, Zhang Zhijiang even kept recalling the poignant eyes. It was as if the woman in red had really appeared in his life journey and could not be forgotten.

In the past, the bloody general Zhang Zhijiang was rampant, taking his officers and soldiers to brothels, and even his men did some outrageous things. Zhang Zhijiang turned a blind eye and let it go. Women? In Zhang Zhijiang's heart, they are just

It's just a tool for venting. In Zhang Zhijiang's opinion, those children who have a long love for each other can only end up being heroes who are short-tempered.

But I don't know if it was due to the curse in the illusion. Zhang Zhijiang has been surrounded by regret and apology in his heart, so much so that when he went up the mountain to face the hordes of monsters transformed from rocks, he was almost injured several times.

If Gao Feng hadn't been watching from behind, although there wouldn't be much danger, there would still be some hidden dangers.

It's not like Zhang Zhijiang has never thought about forcing these negative emotions into his left hand, and then the strong man cuts off his wrist, and it's all over. It's like what the illusion on the opposite side did, but every time at this time, Zhang Zhijiang can't help but think of the woman in red in the pouring rain.

eyes.

While Zhang Zhijiang was thinking about it, the illusion on the opposite side stood as straight as a javelin, holding a sword tightly in his right hand, pointing diagonally at the ground, and said: "Cheer up, even if you die, you can't look like a bitch."

With mixed feelings in his heart, Zhang Zhijiang knew that facing such an illusion, he had all the fighting habits, strength, and bloody murderous aura that he had. Now it seemed that the illusion had been more seriously injured than himself, but now he

When you are unable to concentrate on fighting an enemy, the most important thing is to divert your energy to deal with the curse that will strike at any time.

Without getting up, he stretched his arms hard on the bluestone, leaving a clear handprint. Bloody murderous anger arose on his body, and the Pu Dao slashed out of the air like a bloody dragon.

The sharp blade of the Pu Dao broke through the air, and the air rubbed against the blade too quickly, making a hissing sound. The sound was like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

The whole body of the illusion was slightly black, perhaps because he lost too much blood after breaking his wrist, and his face was a little pale. Seeing Zhang Zhijiang slashing at him with a horizontal knife, the illusion's beard spread like a spear and a halberd, and blood and murderous aura burst out all over his body, and he wielded the sword with all his strength in his right hand.

Attack Zhang Zhijiang.

Once again, he exchanged injuries for injuries. This kind of desperate ferocity was Zhang Zhijiang's combat method when he encountered a strong enemy. Just like the first knife, Zhang Zhijiang's instinctive reaction was to ignore the phantom attack and exchange injuries for injuries. Finally, he stood

The one who survives will definitely be myself. After many battles and scars, there is no time when I am not the one who stands in the end! There is no time when I am not the one who laughs in the end!

However, this time the illusion on the other side also thought so.

The blade approached, and the bloody breath in the cold edge cut through his clothes. He felt the boiling killing intent on his skin. Zhang Zhijiang's heart, as firm as a mountain, suddenly moved, as if the emotions of attachment, nostalgia, and reluctance resurfaced in his heart.

Zhang Zhijiang couldn't bear to die like this.

The indomitable momentum was dampened, and what followed was the collapse of mountains and the flow of rivers.

Feeling a chill in his waist and abdomen, Zhang Zhijiang reluctantly twisted his waist, and the bloody murderous aura was reversed, guarding his waist. The simple knife in his hand slashed to the ground, and flew out diagonally with the momentum of the rebound. Zhang Zhijiang left a sky full of blood mist and phantoms behind him.

A long laugh.

In the black "moon", it was extremely quiet. After Zhang Zhijiang retreated, the sound of a rain of blood continued to drip. The illusion did not pursue it, but looked up to the sky and smiled, pointing a plain knife at Zhang Zhijiang, with a drop on the tip of the knife.

The blood and bloody murderous aura burned like fire, saying: "Get up and fight again!"

Zhang Zhijiang fell on the other corner of the platform. He supported his body with a knife in his right hand and pressed his left hand on his abdomen. Blood flowed out between his fingers like a spring. You could vaguely see the broken end of his intestines being forced back by Zhang Zhijiang.

Hearing what the illusion said, Zhang Zhijiang grinned and said, "Wait a moment."

After saying that, he held the knife in his mouth with his right hand on the ground, and released the wound on his abdomen with his left hand. There was a five-inch long wound. As Zhang Zhijiang released his hand, black blood and pale and blue intestines flowed out. Zhang Zhijiang had two

He held the intestines with his hand, found the break, and tied a knot casually.

The knife in his mouth was dripping with blood, and the severe pain caused Zhang Zhijiang to unknowingly cut his mouth with the knife. The salty taste made Zhang Zhijiang's eyes red and veins on his forehead exposed.

A bloody fight, a bitter battle.

The battle was weird and bloody. The battle was not continuous, but blood seemed to be the theme of the battle. From the first blow, Zhang Zhijiang and the illusion exchanged injuries for injuries, then the illusion warrior broke his wrist, and then Zhang Zhijiang was seriously injured and fell to the ground, coiling up.

The intermittent fighting was full of blood.

Seeing Zhang Zhijiang holding his intestines and reluctantly standing up, the illusion on the opposite side grinned broadly and said: "Come on, let's fight again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed with the sword in his hand. The blood and murderous aura was still boiling, and the strong killing intent made Zhang Zhijiang feel the same fear that his opponent had felt. As soon as he moved his right hand, he felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen. (
Chapter completed!