Let the system try to save the world

In the peaceful valley in the painting, an ancient peach tree stands there. Its trunk is thick and strong, as if carrying the accumulation of years.

The old peach tree had lived leisurely in this picture for too long, but today it lost its leaves due to this sudden attack.

A pink peach blossom spun and fell gently from the air to the ground.

Qin Xu stared at Shen Anzhi for a moment, and after confirming that Shen Anzhi was not joking, he flew into the air.

A dragon roar resounded throughout the entire scroll, and a huge white dragon appeared in the air.

It is tens of meters long, its dragon scales are as white as snow, like floating white clouds, its claws are as sharp as knives, and its dragon tail is as agile as a silver snake.

Shen Anzhi had a firm expression on his face. Deep down in his heart he knew that he was probably no match for Qin Xu.

But so what.

The orchid mark between Shen Anzhi's eyebrows flickered a few times.

The fairy in the painting, with only a last bit of intelligence left, hid in the old peach tree in the painting.

The dazed Yao Niang sensed the breath of the guardian spirit of the Shen family's Taoist priest lineage. She moved her spiritual consciousness with difficulty, and a branch of the old peach tree broke off and stuck diagonally into the ground in front of Shen Anzhi.

The bark with dark brown interlaced textures looked like a natural work of art. Shen Anzhi bent down and picked up the branch.

Before Magellan flew around the world, some people were still promoting the flat earth theory, and before Armstrong took that small step, no one believed that humans could set foot on the moon.

Do we have to prepare everything thoroughly before fighting?

Many geniuses have perished from this world for lack of courage. Every day, unknown people are sent to their graves because they were too timid to ever try. (1)

Human history has always been written by the brave.

"I'm not here to be a hero." Shen Anzhi muttered, and he pointed his sword at the Qinxu in the sky. The bark peeled off naturally in his hands, and an exquisite peach wood sword appeared before his eyes.

"Even if I die today, I will bite off a piece of your flesh." His eyes were filled with bloodthirsty cruelty. At this moment, he looked like the man who was forced into a desperate situation in his previous life.

The sword is a light pink in color, just like the beauty of peach blossoms in full bloom.

Shen Anzhi stared at the white dragon in front of her, with a determined light flashing in her eyes.

Shen Anzhi took a deep breath, and her body instantly became hot, as if she had merged into one with nature.

He raised the peach wood sword, and the energy in his hand began to surge, forming a dark green beam of light that pointed directly at the white dragon.

Bai Long felt that Shen Anzhi emanated an energy that was stronger than he had imagined, and a hint of vigilance flashed in his vertical pupils.

It swung its tail suddenly, stirring up a gust of wind that blew away Shen Anzhi's attack.

The white dragon waved its claws, bringing out a cold dragon breath that froze the surrounding forest.

Shen Anzhi did not retreat. He rolled on the ground to dodge the dragon's breath. He gathered more energy and launched another attack.

This time, his attack was even more ferocious, and the dark green beam of light shot towards the white dragon like a sharp arrow.

The white dragon was unable to dodge and was hit by the beam of light, leaving an obvious scar on its scales.

The white dragon roared angrily and swung its tail violently, stirring up a gust of wind.

Shen Anzhi raised his arms to barely steady his body, and he raised the peach wood sword.

The exquisitely carved patterns on the peach wood hilt flashed, and the spiritual energy released a light pink shield along the smooth and powerful delicate lines, blocking the strong wind in front of Shen Anzhi.

Peach wood is the essence of the five woods, so it can suppress evil spirits. The essence of peach wood is born at the ghost gate and can control all ghosts.

Yao Niang, who was living in the peach tree, saw that he was having a hard time dealing with the situation, so she used her broken body to mobilize the energy in the peach wood sword.

After all, Yao Niang has lived with this old peach tree day and night for countless years, and she understands the power of the peach wood sword better than Shen Anzhi.

Shen Anzhi looked at the peach wood sword in his hand with gratitude. He concentrated his mind and launched an attack again. The dark green beam of light poured down like a waterfall, covering the white dragon.

Bai Long unexpectedly felt the strong pressure from Shen Anzhi, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his vertical pupils.

Qin Xu opened its huge mouth and spewed out a stream of hot dragon breath, instantly burning everything around it to ashes.

Shen Anzhi kept waving the peach wood sword. He didn't know many spells, so he could only rely on pure spiritual energy and demonic energy to block it. The dark green energy mixed with demonic energy intertwined with the white dragon's fire and ice.

He learned quickly, and the dark green light around his body kept flashing, providing him with tight protection and blocking the ice and snow in the sky.

This is not the way to go.

Shen Anzhi was still an underage human after all, and his dodging became increasingly awkward.

The limited spiritual power he had could only be used to block Qin Xu's fatal attacks, leaving his body with strange burns and frostbite of completely opposite natures.

The combat experience of the two is still a huge gap.

In the vast sky, a huge white dragon's horns stand tall, and its eyes reveal a hint of majesty and wisdom.

He was a little bored, and Qin Xu was eager to get out of the painting. He had been out for long enough, and it was time to return to Xuanqing Realm as planned.

The white dragon raised its claws, which were powerful enough to tear the earth apart. The claws, which carried a breath of ice and snow, slammed the ground hard, and flames gushed out of its mouth. The two completely opposite energies were enough to destroy everything around them in an instant.

The ice wind and flames continued to grow larger in front of Shen Anzhi's eyes, and he remembered a lot at this moment.

The last person who appeared in his mind was the Demon Ancestor, the father, whom he had just met recently.

Sinking light.

Shen Anzhi was a little ashamed to show that he remembered him, but that person had brought him so much shock and fear that it was not easy to even forget him.

Shen Fuguang's fighting style is sharp and brutal. He uses a variety of spells and swordsmanship in an eclectic manner. His eyes are always flashing with fanaticism and cruelty, as if he is enjoying the thrill of battle.

His power seemed to be endless. The fact that Shen Anzhi did not directly participate in the battle against Shen Fuguang was enough to make people feel chilled.

Shen Fuguang is a true combat master, and even his existence can make people shudder.

So, how can we defeat him?

Shen Anzhi was thinking frantically at the end of his life.

There is no good or evil in power. Shen Haoyue's words enlightened him. If he couldn't do it, he could borrow his father's power.

Borrow the power of the Demon Ancestor.

"You old Deng... since you gave birth to me so casually!" Shen Anzhi held the peach wood sword tightly, and dark energy gushed out from the tip of the sword, forming sharp shadow blades, "Just give me some gold coins!"

The light and tough peach wood sword originally exuded a faint fragrance, as if the fragrance of peach blossoms permeated the air.

The breath of life and the evil spirit continued to struggle, and the light pink sword body was gradually stained with dark lines, showing a heart-pounding dark red.