However, although he had a general idea of the power of this purple sword, when he faced him, to be precise, facing the power of the sharp edge of the purple sword itself, which was approaching before it arrived, Qin Zheng was still shocked. For a moment, Qin Zheng quickly raised the threat of this purple sword to a level of great pressure brought by the towering mountain above the head. Not to mention anything else, the intimidating sharpness made Qin Zheng feel numb on his scalp. If the body of the purple sword was cut up, it can be imagined that even if Qin Zheng's head would not be split in half, it would definitely happen if it was split.
As a last resort, Qin Zheng had to spend half of his energy and means to deal with the long purple sword that was slashed. The quickly waving right arm of the glass-colored right arm turned back against common sense. The fist burning with the flames of the glass-colored lightly hit the face of the long purple sword. The extremely intimidating edge of the purple sword made Qin Zheng dare not contact his body, because there was only one result, that is, the part where Qin Zheng and the long purple sword were in contact were split, or it might be cut into pieces by his sharp edge. In short, there was one result, that is, Qin Zheng would definitely be injured.
Facing Zi Lian's three-sided attack, Qin Zheng had to do his best to control his left and right hands to deal with the attacks on both sides. His left fist was like lightning, constantly bombarding the towering mountains above his head, while his right fist used the second ancestral style of the Hongchen Fist technique he created. The endless knife intent was actually condensed on Qin Zheng's right arm, and his arms were like a boneless giant python, like a long whip composed of pocket-sized knives, but each part could turn into the blade and collide with the purple long sword.
During the continuous collision, Qin Zheng's right arm inevitably contacted the blade of the long purple sword. The consequence was that Qin Zheng's entire right arm was covered with scars, and none of the scars were light. The lightest scar was that the bones under the epidermis had just been cut off, which shows how terrifying these scars were.
However, Qin Zheng's injuries were not said to be in vain. Qin Zheng poked several holes on the surface of the purple long sword. Even the extremely sharp blade was smashed into two gaps on Qin Zheng. I don't know if it was because of this. Qin Zheng felt that the sharp aura emitted from the purple long sword was a little weaker than before. However, Qin Zheng was not sure whether this was his own illusion or whether it was true!
The reason why Qin Zheng was so uncertain was that at this time, the flesh and blood on Qin Zheng had already been sucked away by Zi Lian's innate ability and withered. Now, Zi Lian's innate ability had begun to absorb Qin Zheng's bone marrow and bone spirit. Although his strength was still there, a stream of weakness had already attacked Qin Zheng's sea of consciousness. If Qin Zheng had not suppressed this stream of weakness with his strong willpower, he had now become weak, but he had fallen and let Zi Lian give it to him.
However, no matter whether he felt this feeling was an illusion or not, Qin Zheng could no longer care about these things. The feeling of weakness that kept coming from the sea of consciousness made Qin Zheng's strong willpower almost unbearable. And more importantly, Zi Lian's ability to defy the heavenly talent absorbed the bone marrow and the bone spirit gradually accelerated. If this trend continued, Qin Zheng would definitely die. He either died by Zi Lian's ability to defy life, or was prevailed by the sense of weakness in the sea of consciousness, and then was killed by the sharp purple sword. Anyway, he could not escape the death result.
"Are I going to die here today? I don't know if my family is doing well? I don't know if she is doing well? Do you think of me? I don't know if the children are doing well? I don't know if their parents are doing well?" One by one, a trace of sadness and a thought of Qin Zheng's sea of consciousness flowed into Qin Zheng's sea of consciousness like a tide.
"I can't die yet. I haven't fulfilled my promise yet. I haven't returned yet. I haven't seen her yet. I can't die! I can't die!" The boundless obsession echoed in Qin Zheng's sea of consciousness, and in an instant, it completely suppressed the feeling of weakness that kept coming!
I don't know if this obsession with not wanting to die gave Qin Zheng his inspiration. In an instant, Qin Zheng had a countermeasure. The right arm that was facing the purple long sword was instantly retracted, while Qin Zheng suddenly drilled into a pit on the towering mountain that turned into the purple lotus base above his head. At the same time, the second ancestral style of Hongchen Fist was used by Qin Zheng, and at first glance, Qin Zheng's entire person seemed to be a motionless sculpture, just constantly shuttled through these pits, or in other words, the towering mountains that turned into the purple lotus base. But in fact, this is because Qin Zheng's attack speed is too fast, so even the rules of heaven and earth cannot record Qin Zheng's attack for the time being. The only thing that can prove that Qin Zheng is attacking quickly is Qin Zheng's passing.
The mountain was constantly collapsing, and the consequence of this was that Qin Zheng was missing a few bones on his body, but this was not that Qin Zheng's body was so weak that even a few bones on his body had fallen. The murderer who caused this result was not someone else, but the purple sword that was taken back by Qin Zheng's right arm without any obstacles. The sharp blade kept slashing on Qin Zheng's body. Although Qin Zheng was avoiding his movements, it was still inevitable that several bones were cut off. However, this was already expected by Qin Zheng, because under this death-desperate ending, Qin Zheng had to do so. Only by collapsed the towering mountain that the purple lotus body had become could he save his life!