Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"The monster clan is the monster clan, very stingy!"

"Even the picture made up by the brain is so low-level, you really don't know what a luxurious scene Sun Wen took us to experience!"

Facing the illusion in front of him, Zhao Zicheng drew a sneering smile, and escaped from the illusion without any nostalgia.

The whole process only took a second.

The six-tailed fox had just launched a charge at Zhang Zicheng, and was about ten meters away from him. Seeing Zhao Zicheng's clear eyes, he couldn't help being startled.

But soon, its eyes became indifferent again.

No matter how fast or slow they escape from the illusion, there is always an insurmountable gap between five senses and sixth-level monsters!

A tail behind it swayed slightly during the charge, gradually changing from pure white to bright red at last, and its speed increased sharply.

The sharp claws even slashed towards Zhao Zicheng's throat!

Under such rapid friction, the air made bursts of noise!

At the critical moment, the sandbag stood in front of Zhao Zicheng and held the claw.

But there was also a horrible cut on the sandbag, and it was slowly healing under the action of energy.

Anyway...at least this blow, he blocked it!

Zhao Zicheng's face was slightly pale, and his breathing was uneven, but he quickly readjusted, and his gaze was fixed on Liuweihu again, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more and more crazy.

The six-tailed fox's face also changed slightly, scenes of its own childhood always subconsciously appeared in its mind.

For example, when I was young, my father paid indifferent attention to my eyes.

He claimed to hone himself, and then imprisoned himself, his older brothers and younger brothers who grew up together, and in the end only one person could come out of this prison.

Then, I threw myself to the extreme north, crawling awkwardly in the snow in the cold weather, trying to survive...

For some reason, it actually felt a little sad.

And the sandbag faintly bounced back his own attack.

But it readjusted its emotions in just a second. Looking at Zhao Zicheng, the disdain in his eyes slowly dissipated, and he was a little dignified.

"The genius of the human race is really not that bad."

"but I..."

"It's not the same as those trash..."

The six-tailed fox said lightly, the emotions that had just surfaced were instantly suppressed by it, and it became neither happy nor sad again.

It seemed to be standing still, showing its own demonic aura, as if it was accumulating energy.

But Zhao Zicheng's sensitivity, cultivated in the life-and-death fights on the battlefield, made his hairs explode at this moment, and his heart beat instantly.

He held the sandbag in his hand without hesitation, and swung it violently behind him for no reason!

The fifth spar on the sandbag suddenly lit up at this moment, and layers of tiny chips seemed to emerge on the sandbag, like dragon scales, improving the sandbag's defense.

And some of the scales are even slightly raised at this moment, like daggers hidden in sandbags, silently showing their sinister aggressiveness.

For some reason, the six-tailed fox quietly appeared behind Zhao Zicheng, and the figure standing there before slowly dissipated with the breeze.

The sandbag narrowly blocked Liuweihu's second attack, but under the tremendous force, Zhao Zicheng still flew upside down, fell to the ground, rolled in a circle, and stood up again.

"Sharp instincts..."

"Been on the battlefield?"

Liuweihu was a little surprised: "Things have finally become interesting. If you are Liujue, you are really a troublesome opponent, but unfortunately...you are Wujue."

It was clearly still talking, but its figure disappeared into the air, and its voice reached Zhao Zicheng's ears from all directions, making him uncertain of the direction of the six-tailed fox.

"You humans have the power of rules."

"Our monster race also has innate supernatural powers..."

A whisper suddenly sounded in Zhao Zicheng's ear. Zhao Zicheng raised his arm subconsciously to block the sandbag on his right side, but suddenly there was a sharp wind from the left side, cutting his arm, and blood flowed down his arm.

The six-tailed fox did not linger, but retreated at the touch of a touch, and disappeared when Zhao Zicheng was just about to fight back.

"I have understood a truth since I was a child."

"In the words of your human race, even if a lion fights a rabbit, you will do your best."

"If my elder brother wasn't too proud and complacent back then, it would be the one that survived."

"Humans cultivate Tianjiao, but my gods...are they really incompetent?"

"Even when I went through those crises, you were just a kid who wet his pants!"

The six-tailed fox was still talking, the voice was empty, sometimes far away, and sometimes it seemed to be right in front of Zhao Zicheng.

It is illusory, and it is completely impossible to guess its location, and the words it speaks constantly stimulate Zhao Zicheng and affect his attention.

Obviously, the six-tailed fox...is not at the same level as those cheetahs with extremely low standards.

A defensive, supportive fighter like myself is most afraid of assassins like Liuweihu.

Moreover, the six-tailed fox is very smart, even if it is obviously attacking head-on, it can kill itself with a little injury, but it still maintains a guerrilla war very cautiously.

"so..."

"Are you ready for death?"

"Human..."

"genius!"

After the last sentence, Liuweihu's voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhao Zicheng, and there was a gust of wind.

But Zhao Zicheng gritted his teeth, he didn't intend to turn back at all, instead he picked up the sandbag, used it as a shield, and slammed it straight ahead!

Accompanied by a muffled sound, it was obviously a mass of air, but it seemed to collide with the sandbag as if it were real.

The figure of the six-tailed fox flashed across the void, took two steps back, looked at Zhao Zicheng in surprise, then sneered, and disappeared again.