The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Zhang Zhihe came out, holding a sword flower in his hand, and set up his position, staring at Yuan intently.

Liao Yuan gun paused on the ground, shouted angrily, soared into the air, leaned over, raised the gun, and stabbed it straight.Zhang Zhihe raised his head, looked at the long spear stabbing in the air, locked his aura, time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, thick as paste.

Zhang Zhihe moved his steps with difficulty in the viscous time, one side of the figure deviated from the imposing lock, as if time had returned to the normal flow speed, and his body suddenly became lighter.But he was not in a daze because of this, but he held his sword horizontally, moving the sword at will, unloading the huge force from the gun barrel, turning and slashing the tip of the gun, trying to cut off the entire tip of the gun, but only slashed. A swipe of fireworks, and a very harsh creaking metal friction sound.

The sword moved lightly, Zhang Zhihe walked away with one blow, turned around and swung his sword upwards, tilted his head to avoid the edge of the sword, and hurried back to defend with the long spear, holding the long sword.

One step at a time, one step at a time, Zhang Zhihe is merciless, one blow is more dangerous than one blow, as if he is going to be crushed, he has no power to fight back and can only defend.

Shen Zhongyu looked at Liao Fan's face who was standing on the sidelines, and saw that his face was normal, but he was more worried. On the one hand, he was happy to see Zhang Zhihe taking the lead, but on the other hand, he was worried that the other party would cheat.

Liao Yuan retreated step by step, stood still, and swept the spear in front of him, like an autumn wind blowing up, the wind and sand swept the ground, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.Seeing this, Zhang Zhihe simply closed his eyes, his body and sword merged into one, and directly crashed into the wind and sand, the sword intent was like a hidden dragon coming out of an abyss, rushing out from under his feet, trying to cut him into several pieces.

Liao Yuan's long spear paused on the ground, took advantage of the momentum, and stepped forward with one step. In the middle of the air, the spear pierced down. A streak of blood-colored light was so amazing, it seemed to dye the whole world red, and one could vaguely hear the voice in it. A dragon cry.

Zhang Zhihe, who had flung himself into space, appeared on the spot, looked up and saw the spear stabbing down, felt the huge aura that was about to be crushed down like Mount Tai, knelt down, surrendered, knelt down, as if the world was an enemy, and he was defeated Isolated in a blood-stained world.

But Zhang Zhihe held his sword horizontally, blocked the stabbing spear, and the swordsmanship came out of the abyss.Not only was Zhang Zhihe not suppressed, but he became stronger when he was strong, his aura rose straight up, and he also soared into the sky, his sword intentions stacked like mountains, intertwined like a net, and then poured out, fighting for flow.

The red light was like a net, covering Yuan's whole body, Liao Yuan roared, the red light exploded, annihilated the intertwined sword intent around him, the red light melted into himself, Liao Yuan's body and eyes were all red, as if he had become a blood man.Holding a long gun in his hand, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, saying: "Have a good fight, little baby, we won't play anymore."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe's eyes froze, and a trace of anger flashed in his heart, could it be that he was playing tricks on me before?Even more focused on vigilance, once again the body and sword merged into one, forming a white rainbow, passing through the sky, trying to pierce the red light.

Liao Yuan has also turned into a blood rainbow, strangling towards Baihong.The two rainbow lights passed by as soon as they touched each other, and then entwined with each other, rising higher and higher, reaching into the sky, splitting the clouds in the sky into strips, like tearing silk.

The red light suddenly exploded, dyeing the whole world red, the wind was howling, and the setting sun was like blood. Only one person stood in the midst of the shining round light and immediately pointed his gun at the front. It reminds people of a poem: the setting sun shines on the banner, and the wind blows like a horse.

At this moment, the blood energy in the sky condensed, and then shattered. Behind the blood energy was a bright but not dazzling, indifferent but not cold light. Under the influence, the clouds condense into rain, the dew turns into frost, like white dragons fighting each other, scales and armor fall one after another...

After that, Liao Yuan, who had almost lost his strength, was unable to walk against the sky, so he could only fall dejectedly.After the white light dissipated, Zhang Zhihe, who was covered in blood, wiped the blood on his face. Seeing Yuan's powerless appearance, he also drove his sword away, trying to pick him up.

Just when he was about to get close to Yuan, Liao Yuan opened his eyes, and then he threw the red jellyfish in his hand towards Zhang Zhihe, and then he really passed out.

Chijiao uttered a long cry, shook its head and tail in mid-air, greedily absorbed the Great Jin luck that had been lingering around Yuan's body, turned into a huge red dragon, and charged straight towards Zhang Zhihe.

Zhang Zhihe couldn't dodge in time, so he could barely block it with Shen Bi, and then he felt his hand sink, and then there was a toothache sound of metal rubbing, sparks scattered, Shen Bi whimpered, and retracted Zhang Zhihe's dantian among.

Zhang Zhihe was swallowed into the dragon's mouth in an instant, as if thousands of spears passed through his ribs, he could feel his chest being completely lifted, and the rushing air from the outside world poured into his lungs all at once. Inside, rushing out from the trachea, with blood rushing up violently, forcing him to open his mouth and let out a painful and mournful cry.The foamy blood sprinkled down, drifted smaller and smaller in the air, and gradually disappeared.

Seeing this scene on the ground, Shen Zhongyu felt his liver and gallbladder split, his eyes turned red, and looked at the world with blood red, Zhang Zhihe, my apprentice, no, not just an apprentice, I originally regarded him as a friend, The person who thought he was a confidant died, and all thoughts were lost for a while, but he couldn't, and he had to avenge him.

He immediately glared at Fan.Liao Fan took a step back and said: "Although there is a dragon spirit in the red dragon, it is also the magic weapon of Junior Brother Liao Yuan."

When Shen Zhongyu heard this, he was so angry that he couldn't even sneer, okay, okay, this is really good, how dare you be so shameless!He saw that Fan wanted to fly into the air to catch Yuan, and he was so angry that he hit him with a jade ruler, and sent the two of them flying into the distance together.

Liao Fan wrapped around Yuan, rolled twice on the ground, raised his head and laughed loudly, and said: "Your junior even killed my two great masters in Zixiao Palace, we only want his life, you are still taking advantage!"

Shen Zhongyu seemed to have completely calmed down, looking at them as if looking at a dead person, and said coldly: "The third match is still fighting, come now!"

Liao Fan said, "Are you determined to kill them all?"

Shen Zhongyu just said again coldly: "Come and fight!" At this moment, he just wanted to kill all the people in Zixiao Palace, demon fire refining souls, flesh puppets, and various tortures in his heart once, just for this person start.

Shen Zhongyu thought cruelly, whether it would be better to turn this man into a puppet alive, or to take out his soul directly and burn it day and night with the Nine Nether Fire, so that he could not be freed for life and death?

Liao Fan felt the murderous aura and malice on Shen Zhongyu's body that had turned into substance, as if he fell into a cold prison all of a sudden, the one in front of him was not like a Taoist monk, but a thousand-year-old demon, he couldn't help but shivered and backed away while hugging Yuan .

At this moment, Shen Zhongyu suddenly heard a thunderbolt in the air, looked up, and saw a grand spectacle: far in the air, Zhang Zhihe, who was completely swallowed by the giant dragon, already felt that he was going to faint. But I can feel the cold and pain inside the lungs being blown by the wind, and my consciousness is very clear because of this. Am I going to die?I don't want to die!

He thought of the four characters "Kanglong has regrets" divination together with Shen Zhongyu before, Kanglong has regrets, then go back, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, and the road is vast, how can you give up lightly?Mr. Shen is still waiting for me to leave here together.If I just abandon this body lightly, what should I do if the master doesn't come and miss Mr. Shen's path?

Is Shen Bijian there? !With Zhang Zhihe's consciousness moving, he felt his master's renewed fighting spirit. Shen Bi sword came out and he held it tightly in his hand. Kang Long regretted it, so let's go back.

After Qianlong emerges from the abyss, it still needs to return to the sea. On the way, there are heavy wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

Zhang Zhihe fell straight down with his sword in his arms. Through the spirituality contained in the Shen Bi sword, which had been baptized by the Zixiao God Thunder, it stirred the energy of heaven and earth, changed the energy of yin and yang, turned into thunder and lightning, and danced wildly with the silver snake. The dragon was split inch by inch, and the human energy it had absorbed in its body dissipated, turned into clouds, and finally disappeared.

The red dragon let out a painful and crazy roar all at once, swaying and struggling frantically in mid-air, trying to break free from this sad fate that had to dissipate.But the thunderclouds all over the sky have already wrapped it up, wrapping it into a giant silver cocoon.

With a bang, the giant cocoon exploded, revealing Zhang Zhihe covered in blood and ragged clothes, and the red dragon that had completely lost its spirituality and turned into a scrap of iron.

Zhang Zhihe reluctantly looked down and found that Shen Zhongyu was fine, so he fainted and fell straight from midair.

Seeing that he was fine, Shen Zhongyu felt relieved, but found that he had forgotten even Yujian, and secretly laughed and cursed, this silly boy stood up into the air, hugged him in his arms, and felt the pain on his body with a sweep of consciousness. Injured, I can't help being proud and heartbroken, this silly boy is amazing, this is the realm of the god of transformation, with this experience, it may be a matter of time before he reaches the god of transformation; but with this injury, I would rather he later Don't be so desperate.

He hugged Zhang Zhihe and fell to the ground. He saw Fan and Liao Yuan trembling beside him. He still hated them so much that he wanted them to die immediately, but right now it was more important to heal Zhang Zhihe. As for them, heh, wait I went back and figured out what to do with them.

He carried Zhang Zhihe back to the camp. Seeing such a tragic situation, Yuan Da also saw Shen Zhongyu's frightening expression, and asked cautiously, "Here, what's wrong with Master Zhang?"

Shen Zhongyu glanced at him, and didn't want to say more, just said: "We are going to retreat, don't come if you have nothing to do, and don't come if you have something to do. Anyone who dares to come will be killed!"

When Yuan Da heard the murderous killing word, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood at the same time. He could not help but shudder even after fighting for many years. He could only silently watch Shen Zhongyu holding Zhang Zhihe back to his home. Go to the cave.