Because of the pain, Zhang Zhijiang slowed down a little. It was too late to use the previous move of exchanging injuries for injuries. Pu Dao stood in front of him, holding the illusory Pu Dao. The two bloody murderous auras collided for the first time.

intersection.

Zhang Zhijiang endured the pain between his waist and abdomen. As the two simple knives collided, two bloody murderous auras collided, and a huge force was transmitted to himself. Without any accident, he was knocked away and hit Qingxu hard.

The edge of space transformed by Daozu.

All the bones in Zhang Zhijiang's body made a sour sound, as if with this blow, all the bones in Zhang Zhijiang's body had been broken, and all the internal organs were oozing blood. Even the bloody murderous aura around him became vague and began to look like...

It was like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any time. The simple knife that never left the body fell to the side and was stuck diagonally on the bluestone platform.

"You see, because of your weakness, you don't even have a chance to struggle." Huan Xiang said coldly, much like Zhang Zhijiang who had just walked off the battlefield. "Go to hell, and do well in the next life for things you don't understand."

think."

Zhang Zhijiang was leaning against the edge of the barrier, as if he would fall from here at any time. His beard was tied into locks, and he looked extremely miserable. Hearing what the illusion said, Zhang Zhijiang's eyes were a little confused, but he seemed to have thought of something and grinned.

, spit out a mouthful of black blood and said: "Next life? It seems that there is no need for it."

The phantom's face was as iron as steel, the knife in his hand pointed at the ground, and he walked towards Zhang Zhijiang step by step.

The road was not long, and the end of the road was Zhang Zhijiang's death. But Zhang Zhijiang seemed not to know. He smiled very happily, and his voice was a little weak. He was a little gentle, not like the rough and ruthless blood general in the past.

"After such a lifetime, I finally figured it out." Zhang Zhijiang looked at the illusion coming step by step, as if looking at his past self, and said: "Life is not just about killing and death. What needs to be pursued is not just power. Use me

In this life, I have walked through this life and taken a look along the way. Those things that I once thought were weaknesses are actually a kind of life. They also have their own strength. It’s just the me before. Or maybe you don’t know it.”

"Nonsense!" Huan Huan did not want to engage in a verbal dispute with Zhang Zhijiang. The rough and arrogant General Xue was never good at this. If he spoke, he would say it with the sword in his hand.

"It takes a serious injury to achieve enlightenment. Today's suffering is not in vain." Zhang Zhijiang pointed to the ground and continued: "Look, there used to be flowers, grass, and trees here. In order to pursue power, Taoist Qingxu used inversion.

Heaven forcibly flattened the mountain, but did those lives and those powers really disappear?

No, I can feel it. Just like the dead woman in red, she also uses another way to pass on the power. I can feel it..." As he spoke, Zhang Zhijiang closed his eyes slightly, seeming to feel that

A mysterious and mysterious power, "This is also a power of death, but you don't know it.

I have been stagnant in the Dragon Realm for so many years. I am so stupid to understand such a simple truth until now."

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Huan Huan had already walked a few feet away in front of Zhang Zhijiang. He snorted coldly, and the bloody murderous aura bloomed on the simple knife in his hand. Without further words, he raised the knife and chopped.

Zhang Zhijiang had slightly closed his eyes, and suddenly there was a kind of tenderness in a rough man. The illusion was undistracted, and the bloody murderous aura was raised to the highest level. A blood dragon with unknown blood and murderous aura fell from the mid-air and pounced ferociously.

Zhang Zhijiang.

The whistling sound was mixed with unparalleled fierce killing intent, and a roaring hurricane rolled up on the platform. It was as if countless innocent souls who died under Zhang Zhijiang's sword were roaring fiercely, as if bloody murderous intent was boiling, and they wanted to drink up all the blood in the world. The force of the sword

There is an indomitable spirit in him. No matter what is in front of him, this knife will chop down. Even if he is killed in the next moment, this knife will still chop down.

Zhang Zhijiang is sitting on the ground, his body is a little slanted, his left elbow is supported on the ground, blood drips from the cut corner of his mouth, and his beard, which originally looked like weeds, is soaked in blood on one side and one on the other side. The wound on his abdomen was originally

The intestines had been tied up, but the vibration just now was too violent, and a piece of intestines came out again.

The end of a hero, nothing more than that.

Zhang Zhijiang's right hand moved slightly in the air, as if he was saying hello to the countless creatures on the mountain peak where the Qingxu Gate Mountain Gate was located after the black fog had cleared. He seemed to be saying hello to the things that left his footprints and memories. Farewell to the memory,

Then move on.

The wind rises.

Clouds surge.

Countless trees in the mountains were shouting, and the breath of the remaining flowers, plants and trees on the top of the mountain that had been shaved off by Taoist Qingxu with heaven-defying magic began to circulate. The pale and feeble bird seemed to have separated the barriers of space in mid-air, greeting the broken ones around it.

Natural scent.

Coming out of the sky, was a simple knife full of bloody and murderous aura. Zhang Zhijiang naturally knew how strong this knife was. Facing the determination, blood, and killing, Zhang Zhijiang waved his hand gently, as if these auras interfered with himself and those who had died.

The flowers, plants and trees communicate the same.

The bloody murderous intent boiled down! Even at his peak, Zhang Zhijiang found it difficult to use such powerful bloody murderous intent.

However, everything came to an abrupt end. Zhang Zhijiang, whose face was as white as a piece of paper, didn't know what to do. He held the knife with bloody murderous roar like a dragon between his fingers and looked at the illusion opposite with a smile.

Countless bloody and murderous auras seemed to be absorbed into Zhang Zhijiang's body. The simple knife was sandwiched between Zhang Zhijiang's fingers. Even though the veins on the back of the hand holding the knife were exposed, he could not move the two fingers at all.

"This is power." Zhang Zhijiang said with a smile. He was no longer as ruthless as before, but had more tenderness and compassion for life. "How can you not be a husband if you have a pity for a child? It's a pity that you don't have time to understand this truth."

After saying that, Pu Dao left Huan Xiang's hand and was copied into Zhang Zhijiang's hand. The tip of the knife seemed to have traveled through time and space, and at some point it was aimed at Huan Xiang's eyebrows, "Okay, you can disappear, I'm going back."

After saying that, Zhang Zhijiang took back his sword, relied on the strength of the blade to hold himself up, and walked towards Gao Feng. Every step he took, a trail of black blood would be left on the ground, as if to tell the story of the tragedy of this battle.

When passing by Huan Xiang, Huan Xiang murmured to himself: "How can Lianzi not be a husband? Where does this power come from?"

Zhang Zhijiang looked sideways at the illusion, as if looking at himself yesterday, shook his head slightly, and staggered towards Gao Feng.

The illusion just stood there in a daze. Although Zhang Zhijiang did not kill him, at that moment, he was already dead. The light and shadow reversed, and the illusion turned into stars scattered on the ground. The black light and shadow around Zhang Zhijiang faded, and he could no longer lean on it.

Above, the extremely tough Zhang Zhijiang fell down like a log.

Gao Feng quickly flew up and caught Zhang Zhijiang in mid-air. The innate Hunyuan Qi poured into Zhang Zhijiang's body like a tide. At this time, Gao Feng didn't care that he was about to be enveloped by the spell of Qingxu Daozu and an identical one.

Fighting by himself, as long as he can save Zhang Zhijiang's life, Gao Feng won't think about anything else at all.

He was covered in blood, with several fatal wounds on his body, and his intestines were knotted by Zhang Zhijiang. Can he be saved from such serious injuries? Gao Feng himself didn't know the answer, so he just did his best and obeyed fate.

After more than ten breaths, Zhang Zhijiang's whole body was covered by the dark golden light of the innate Hunyuan Qi, which was nourished endlessly. Zhang Zhijiang slowly opened his eyes, grinned and said: "Use it sparingly, you still have your own challenges. Really

It fucking hurts!”

As if Gao Feng didn't hear it, the strong innate Hunyuan Qi entered Zhang Zhijiang's body and repaired the fatal wound. If Zhang Zhijiang hadn't been extremely strong, he would have been dead for a long time now.

"It's okay, I can't die. After wandering around the Dragon Realm for so many years, I always feel that something is missing. Although I used the rune formation you helped me carve to advance when I came back from the North, I always...

I feel like something is missing. Now that I have understood it, I can't die. Do you think... the murderous energy I have cultivated can only kill people?" Zhang Zhijiang said intermittently. When he said this, he suddenly laughed: "Life is just

Life or death, what I suddenly realized... is the power of transformation between life and death. Just go ahead, if I don't want to die, then... it will be difficult to die."

Gao Feng heard what Zhang Zhijiang said and saw some bloody murderous aura rippling near several fatal wounds on Zhang Zhijiang's body. This bloody murderous aura seemed familiar to Zhang Zhijiang's bloody murderous aura that he had felt before, and there seemed to be a change in it. He was violent and cruel, and took killing as his motto.

You can actually feel a little bit of vitality in the bloody and murderous nature.

This guy! Seeing that Zhang Zhijiang's injury had stabilized, Gao Feng slowly retracted his hand and said, "Okay. But don't hold on. If you can't hold on, tell me."

Zhang Zhijiang wanted to wave Gao Feng away with his hand, but he didn't expect that the wound on his abdomen would be stretched. The muscles on his face were twisted and he couldn't say a word.

Gao Feng let go of his hand, and the innate Hunyuan Qi was withdrawn into his body and circulated in his body. He was about to face an identical version of himself. In fact, it didn't matter whether his strength was at its peak. Gao Feng was just used to doing this when facing powerful opponents.

That’s all.

The moon formed by black mist in mid-air rotated rapidly, and Gao Feng could even hear the whistling sound caused by the shiny black disk driving the surrounding airflow. Then, there was not a black light like that just now that enveloped Gao Feng, but everyone

Something no one expected happened!

The black "moon" didn't know if it was rotating too fast, but no black light fell. Instead, a black aura escaped! It was as if this black "moon" suddenly grew a hand, in mid-air.
Chapter completed!