From the Resurrection of Reiki to the Age of Doomsday

"Kill him quickly!"

Next to it, a woman's scream suddenly sounded.

Zhang Bufan's mother, Zhou Lanying, saw that one of the former fierce enemies died, and the other was exhausted, she screamed.

Fangzheng didn't even look at her, he was still the autobiographical envoy Feijian, and Zhao Wu fought, forcing her to flee in embarrassment.

Zhao Wu is not weak, or...he is very strong, and he can still persist to this point in the face of the flying sword attack of the spirit weapon level.

But more factors are probably due to Fangzheng's inability to operate the flying sword freely.

Just got the flying sword...

Fangzheng's manipulation is far from proficient.

Especially on the battlefield where the situation is changing in an instant, many responses are far from reasonable, but he has broken through one after another, his real essence is strong, and with the help of the flying sword, his strength has surpassed Zhao Wu by a lot, so he can have such a high fault tolerance rate !

But if you come here in exchange for tassels.

Fangzheng had sensed the battle between Liusu and the black dragon anaconda from afar... He was confident that with the help of the flying sword, he already had the strength and capital to be on an equal footing with her.

But if you really fight.

Even with Feijian, I'm afraid my odds of winning are less than [-]%!

Because of lack of combat experience... Facing enemies with huge gaps in strength, this is not too important. At most, it is the difference between spending more or less effort!

But if the strength is similar, then this is the last straw that overwhelms the weight.

Lack of combat experience.

This needs to be compensated by fighting.

Fangzheng didn't mean to be depressed... In less than half a year, he had surpassed Tassel's ten-year hard work!

Cultivating immortals is not cultivating gods, and they can still ascend to the ascension all at once.

He is already very satisfied with this speed of progress.

But now, he didn't kill this Zhao Wu...he meant to use him to practice swords.

Obviously, Zhao Wu also saw what Fang Zheng meant.

Knowing that he has become the opponent's training partner.

Looking at Fangzheng's flying sword, it was still a little sluggish before, then it gradually became smooth, and then it flowed smoothly...

Zhao Wu felt more and more struggling.

He wanted to escape, but the flying sword was like a maggot attached to the bone, and he couldn't escape at all.

But if he is humiliated like this, it would be better to die and not be cheap for him...

But in the end, I still care about the last sliver of luck, maybe... there is still life?

Because of this last sliver of luck, he could only grit his teeth and entangle with Fangzheng's flying sword...even if the opponent's release of water became more and more obvious.

In the end, it was as if the entire Pacific Ocean was filled with water.

Chapter 163 I became stronger even after I was marinated

Zhang Qingxiu seemed to be a nurse, and she had urgently given first aid to her father to stop the bleeding, and with Zhang Bufan's ability, she quickly controlled her father's injury.

Zhou Lanying quickly called the police and contacted the emergency department!

And this time.

Zhao Wu had completely lost the arrogance he had before, his whole body was already stained with blood, he was out of breath, and he could barely stand upright.

He held a broken blade in one hand, and the weapon in the other hand was already full of scars, and it seemed that it would be broken at any moment.

Blood was dripping all over his body...almost dyed him into a man of blood.

At this moment, Zhao Wu was struggling to even open his eyes. He barely opened his still clear eye, looked at Fangzheng... and said weakly, "You beat me for more than half an hour, is that enough?"

"Well, it's almost there. I just tried the sword with you, and now my goal has been achieved."

Fangzheng waved.

The chalk flying sword returned to his hand, the delicate flying sword exuded a desolate and ferocious air!

But in his own hands, this flying sword is so cute... Who would have imagined that it just drove a martial artist into a desperate situation.

If it hadn't been for his subordinates to be merciful, Zhao Wu would have died more than eight times.

Zhao Wu couldn't stand anymore, and fell to his knees with a plop, both powerless and begging for mercy.

He knew in his heart that the enemy he encountered this time was unmatched by him!

He begged: "I have helped you practice for such a long time anyway, can you spare my life?"

"It's too late to beg for mercy now."

Fangzheng said: "Look at your companion!"

Zhao Wu turned his head and saw Sun Kang lying on the ground...his pupils shrank suddenly.

At this time, the body that had been dead for less than an hour had already seemed to have been dead for several years, and even the rot was spared, and even most of the bones had melted away.

Regret and fear flashed in his eyes... He hurriedly lowered his head to look at himself.

I saw that the scars that were scratched by the flying sword before had also begun to rot.

No, not decay.

Rather, the injury was deteriorating, extremely deteriorating, as if decayed.

In the battle before... I didn't realize it at all!

Fang Zheng paused and said, "You are already dead."

Zhao Wu's mouth was hoo hoo, and the look of fear in his eyes became heavier.

He seemed to want to say something... But the chalk flying sword split Fang Zheng's consciousness, and it was raised in his original source, which was also stained with Fang Zheng's extremely powerful original true essence.

Up to now, the internal organs are almost completely charred.

The reason why he is still alive is just because the vitality of the martial artist is too strong, that's all!

But it is only one step away from death...

But now with Fang Zheng's reminder.

The terrified look in his eyes gradually became dull.

He fell to the ground with a thud and did not move.

And his corpse gradually dissolved accordingly, as if it was incinerated under high temperature without any smell of gunpowder smoke.

in a blink.

The body was gone.

Fangzheng retracted his flying sword and let out a soft sigh of relief...

He is now at the eighth level of Qi refining, and his true energy has reached a certain level.

Because of this, he was able to control the flying sword so easily, but after fighting continuously for more than half an hour, it was somewhat difficult at the moment.

Fortunately, this dimension is extremely rich in aura.

In a few breaths... Fangzheng's body's true energy has recovered more than half.

He couldn't hide his joy.

It wasn't just because the power of the Chalk Flying Sword was beyond his imagination, he didn't expect that the Body Tempering Liquid would have such a great effect on him.

You know, if it was in the past...

At the very least, it will take him tens of breaths of time to recover, and with the surge in his cultivation, this time will be relatively longer.

And in the battle... who will give him dozens of breaths of time?

Now that his cultivation base has risen sharply, his true energy will be restored within a few breaths.

Obviously, the body quenching liquid improved his physique, turning him from a real pickled monk into a pickled genius monk.

Double surprise.

In this way, under the continuous replenishment of spiritual energy.I'm afraid that even the ancient spells such as palm thunder and green spirit fire, which consume a lot of real energy, are not much different from those spells that save real energy when they are released in this plane.

He put away the chalk flying sword, and said in his heart that if I stay in this plane where the aura recovers in the future, my combat ability will really rise in a straight line, and I don't have to worry about not being able to last anymore.

And in this way, I can also find some ancient spells that are more powerful and consume more real energy to strengthen myself!

I'm exhausted.

Thinking about it, he smiled happily...

Most of the sense of crisis in my heart before has gone by now.

If the dark nails can't come out, that's all. If he dares to come out, then I will definitely teach him to be a man.

At this time, outside the house, the sound of an ambulance finally rang out.

Accompanied by a few loud bangs.

The elite officers of the Armed Police Division had already broken through the gate and rushed in with guns in hand.

The dozens of policemen who came were all warriors.

He has a strong hand, a capable expression, and holds a powerful gun in his hand... If an ordinary martial artist suddenly faces this kind of attack, it may be difficult to survive the shooting!

But Fangzheng didn't pay much attention to it, and no one could hit him.

And seeing Fangzheng, a person who has nothing to do with the master's family... the gun immediately pointed at him!

Zhang Bufan hurried forward, stood in front of Fangzheng, and shouted: "It's over, the murderer has been punished, he is the benefactor who saved our family!"

Outside the house, a middle-aged man who looked to be about 50 or [-] years old, with a straight complexion, strode over, looked at Zhang Bufan and said with relief, "It's good that you are fine, Bufan, where is Feiyu?"

Zhang Bufan recognized this person, it was Zhao Zhengwei, chief of the Armed Police Department, and he had a close relationship with his father, so he replied: "Uncle Zhao, my father is injured!"

"Let me see!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengwei had a worried expression on his face. He quickly went to check on Zhang Bufan's father's injuries. After confirming that he was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "It's just a skin trauma and excessive blood loss. Don't worry, hurry up and give me help." Car crew, rescue the wounded!"

Several ambulance personnel in white coats rushed in quickly, carried Zhang Feiyu lying on the ground onto a stretcher, and dragged him into the ambulance.

"Qingxiu, follow your father, I will go there after your brother and I finish dealing with this side!"

Zhou Lanying had recovered from the previous fright at this time. Although she looked a bit embarrassed, she had already recovered her previous ability.

She sorted out her embarrassing description, and then ordered her daughter to take care of her husband.

Then receive Zhao Zhengwei and make notes with the people of the Armed Police Division!

When dealing with these trivial matters, his performance is quite capable.

Because of Fang Zheng's existence.

These policemen failed to catch up with the main scene, but ran over to finish Fangzheng's work.

As for Fang Zheng, they didn't care about him... This man is obviously not a villain, and the Armed Police Department and the Warrior Association manage ordinary people and warriors respectively.

This Fangzheng is obviously a martial artist, so he should be under the management of the Alien Martial Arts Association.

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

A delicate-looking girl has led several subordinates to rush over quickly.

Just noticing Fangzheng, she couldn't help being startled, with a look of astonishment on her face.

Fangzheng touched his face... Well, I'm still wearing Fan Zheng's trumpet now.

Could it be... Did Liusu show them my photo?

Or did he meet his own Zhao Ange before?

no matter which...

She obviously recognized me, not as Fang Zheng, but as Fan Zheng.

Fangzheng didn't say much. After refining the chalk flying sword, he was no longer Wuxia Amon. Although he hadn't broken through to the foundation building stage, the strength of the flying sword made up for his shortcomings.