Every scene in the fantasy suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, flashing by like a fleeting horse, as vividly as if I had experienced it myself.

In the end, the image of "Zhang Zheng" disappeared on the cliff.

Confusion, trance, degradation, distortion, despair, regret, envy, relief...

All kinds of emotions flashed past in the eyes of "Zhang Zheng", but they were the summary of her busy life. In just two or three seconds, she chose to understand herself and let herself go, just because she knew in her heart that she had been ruined.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were full of doubts. Is everything that "Zhang Zheng" experienced true or false? Or, was it an illusion or a reality that had not happened?

No one can give her the answer.

The gradually fading breath of life pulled Zhang Zheng's mind. Her eyes turned and then lit up. As long as she found this reality, wouldn't she have the answer?

Furthermore, listening to the conversation between the two, it seems that Wansheng is leaving this weird place and will stay in the lower world.

You are right to follow him.

Zhang Zheng concentrated on feeling the guidance of the breath of life and flew after him.

Half an hour later, she pushed through the layers of clouds and chased after Wansheng, touching his figure. Her calm expression turned into astonishment, her pupils suddenly trembled, her right hand brushed the storage bag, and she held the fire stick tightly in her hand.

The drooping eyelashes slightly blocked the sharp and sharp look in his eyes, but they could not reduce the ruthless anger even a little bit.

This guy was actually the man in black who attacked her in Guyuan Secret Realm.

He was still wearing a black robe at this time, exactly the same as that day, and even the long sword on his waist was the same.

No wonder, she felt that his hoarse voice was familiar. He was similar to the young man who sold pills in Miszhangchong Ridge.

Zhang Zheng looked around vigilantly, checking for life breaths for a week to ensure that no one would suddenly appear, with a look of determination in his eyes.

She is unwilling to take the initiative to cause trouble, and will avoid people who have ill intentions with her whenever possible, but she will never let someone who has already tried to kill her get away with it.

She couldn't defeat the high-level monks. No matter how much she gritted her teeth with hatred, she could only run for her life, lest she could avoid him. It was important to save her life.

But this Wansheng's cultivation level is comparable to hers, and he was even slightly inferior to her in the secret realm fight that day. Since she met him today, she must not just watch him leave peacefully.

This is the perfect opportunity given to her by God. Regardless of whether he is the scum Wansheng in the fantasy world. In the fantasy world, he is sorry for "Zhang Zheng", but in reality he wants to kill Zhang Zheng.

Both reasons were enough for her to be at odds with him and take revenge on him.

"call out--"

The cold light broke through the clouds and mist, and the dagger rushed toward Wansheng's eyebrows like a dragon in the pond.

The crisis came suddenly and enveloped his entire mind. Wan Sheng subconsciously ducked sideways. The dagger flashed across his cheek, piercing half of the ghost's face and pulling out a bloody trace that was deep enough to show the bone. It was shocking.

As soon as he dodged the dagger, the danger of annihilation fell from the sky again. A shiver of fear arose from his tailbone and penetrated directly into the skin of his brain. His scalp tightened. Wan Sheng didn't have time to raise his head to check. He drew his sword on instinct to resist. He exerted force on his feet and rolled to the side.

"clang--"

The long sword was blown away, fell into the sea of ​​clouds and disappeared.

The blow failed, and Zhang Zheng saw that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he simply tore off the hidden breath charm, looked at him with a stern look, and stepped forward again.

The long sword pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, like endless thunder and lightning, with an overwhelming momentum, stabbing straight towards Zhang Zheng from behind.

Feeling the coldness behind him, Zhang Zheng did not give in the offensive at all. With a thought, a ray of consciousness controlled the dagger, flying from the side, blocking the attack of the long sword, and entangled with the long sword endlessly.

Zhang Zheng was so fast that Wan Sheng didn't have enough time to react. The fire stick quickly enlarged in his eyes, his pupils shrank extremely, and he sideways avoided in embarrassment.

The fire stick hit hard on a hand bone that could not be avoided. There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the hand bones were broken.

Wansheng retracted his hand and stared at Zhang Zheng with an indifferent expression, as if the broken hand was not his real hand.

Just hearing that sound made people feel a headache, it must have been shattered.

It's a pity that I didn't smash his head in half, or knock him unconscious, and then torture him how to get out of this damn place.

Zhang Zheng raised the corners of her lips and stared at Wansheng, who was also calm and composed, strangely. She didn't believe that he could have such a rare teleportation talisman this time.

Even if there is, as long as he is not reported out of this place all at once, she can always find him slowly.

On the other side, daggers and swords were clashing at short range, with fire splashing and sharp clanking sounds, regardless of top or bottom.

Wan Sheng had obviously recognized Zhang Zheng without showing any surprise. The mustard space flashed, and a three-foot-long top-level shuttle appeared out of thin air.

There is a big gap between them, and Wan Sheng knows this very well, so he runs away if he can't beat him.

Just when he was about to escape into the shuttle, "Light Spirit Jue" was operating at its peak. Zhang Zheng raised the fire stick high and appeared directly beside the shuttle in a flash.

"boom……"

The fourth-level flying magic weapon completely collapsed under the full blow of Zhang Zheng holding the fire stick, and was completely shattered into dust and ash from the inside out. It was declared scrapped.

Wansheng's escaping footsteps were stopped, his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, his cold eyes were slightly narrowed, and he stared straight at Zhang Zheng, revealing a hint of dark violence.

Zhang Zheng didn't care whether his eyes were sharp or not. No matter how sharp his eyes were, she would try her best to kill him to avoid future troubles.

Vines as thick as an adult man's waist, with forest-green leaf stems, covered dozens of miles around, like dragons walking and snakes dancing, nimbly and vigorously, twisting towards Wansheng.

The long sword was driven by Wansheng to get rid of the dagger, no longer needlessly entangled with the dagger, and came whistling, breaking through the air with a roar.

"spear--"

The long sword slashed down, easily cutting off the vines binding his legs. At this moment, a dagger with a bright blue light followed, stabbing straight to the heart on the left side of the chest.

good chance!

The corners of Zhang Zheng's lips curled up, and he jumped up. The fire stick was covered with a layer of sharpness of gold and majesty of earth.

There was a deafening roar, a huge crater was made in the clouds, and the lone long sword smashed through a blade.

The breath of life is still there, although it is weak, and it looks like an old man who is declining.

Zhang Zheng was too lazy to wait any longer, so he jumped in rashly and might be ambushed, so he sent vines deep into the bottom of the pit, grabbed the unconscious Wansheng's waist, pulled him up from the pit, and threw him to the ground mercilessly.

"vomit……"

His back hit the extremely solid ground clouds hard, and he vomited out a mouthful of scarlet blood, with blood stains continuously coming out from the corners of his mouth.

"How to get out?"

Zhang Zheng held Wansheng's neck tightly with one hand, and held a dagger in the other hand, flying away half of the tattered ghost face. The tip of the knife touched Wansheng's eyebrows, pierced the skin, and a drop of blood came out.

Wan Sheng rolled his eyes and stared at the ghost face that was thrown away, silently.

With a little force on the dagger, the wound expanded, and the blood beads gathered into a stream of blood, flowing down the brow bone.
Chapter completed!