When the full moon is in the sky, the moonlight is like water.

In front of the ancient mansion in Qishan, the killing intent in the air extended infinitely, a cold wind suddenly came, and the shadows of the trees on all sides rustled.

"Speaking of which, you've hidden deep enough. Zhang Jiahao dragged the giant sword upside down, and the blade of the sword sparked dangerous sparks on the ground. He looked like Yang Guo was dragging his Xuantie heavy sword and approaching Guo Fu with a broken arm.

"Actually, I should have done this a long time ago," he continued, "but at that time I thought you were an ordinary man, humble as an ant, would you be interested in dealing with an ant?"

“...... No. ”

The corners of Zhang Jiahao's mouth raised a slight arc: "Me too, but fortunately, you are a cultivator." ”

“...... I see. ”

"Remind you that the duel between cultivators, life and death, the secular law is invalid for us, and all traces will be erased. ”

Duel?

Yang Zhen raised his eyebrows.

"The duel is about fairness, it's about both sides. I thought I didn't have a choice. ”

"No, you have. Zhang Jiahao said, "I give you the right to choose, do you want to be a warrior who faces life and death, or are you willing to be a coward who steals his life?"

"Of course it's running!" Shu Xiaoman shouted in his heart.

She didn't know why Zhang Jiahao suddenly lost his IQ and actually gave this choice, but she knew that Yang Zhen was smashed by F4 with a check and laughed at it, so Yang Zhen is by no means the kind of person who is dead-headed.

"Oh well. Yang Zhen said, then turned to pick up his katana from the ground.

Shu Xiaoman was stunned.

"Are you funny?" she wanted to yell at Yang Zhen.

This guy has only refined his qi for a long time, can't he see that he is definitely not an opponent?

She wanted to scold: Can you not do anything to win honors in life......? But she couldn't get out of her mouth with these complaints, and the force pressed her to death.

"Very well, at least you have earned respect," Zhang Jiahao said, "although you are destined to be my sword soul today, your name will also be lost by your choice." ”

As he spoke, he took another step forward, his greatsword raised high, blocking the moonlight, which made his whole body seem to be in the shadows, like a god of death that should only exist in legends and stories, just looking at the silhouette is enough to make people feel terrified!

Yang Zhen suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Jiahao asked, his voice faintly cold.

"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little sorry for you. Yang Zhen said, "You want to get rid of the manipulating hand behind your back, but what you are doing is what he wants you to do, like a puppet for withdrawing money." ”

"Shut up!" Zhang Jiahao roared hysterically, and in an instant, the murderous aura was surging, like a knife cutting face. Shu Xiaoman, who was standing on the side, almost stopped his heart.

"Am I wrong? Yang Zhen asked rhetorically.

There was a long silence. Under the shadow of the moon are two figures competing against each other, as if the stone monument that has been there since ancient times, to stand on the ground.

"Yes, you're right. Zhang Jiahao said softly and smiled softly, "But what can I do? This is my fate~"

"I just want to tell you one thing. Yang Zhen said.

"What?"

"There is never any fate in this world, and if there is, then rewrite it. ”

Zhang Jiahao looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

"Why, you don't believe it?" Yang Zhen asked.

The laughter stopped, and the two eyes hit Yang Zhen again, and his handsome and handsome appearance suddenly made people feel as afraid as if he was looking at a demon god:

"Then try to rewrite your own fate! If you can do it, I will believe you!"

Before the words fell, a series of incantations burst out from Zhang Jiahao's throat, and his appearance suddenly began to change:

The muscles began to swell, pieces of torn clothes came out, exaggerated to the point of unimaginable, black bone spurs grew on his back, human legs have now become "strong hind limbs", that face is still Zhang Jiahao, but it is not Zhang Jiahao, his forehead sticks out of two huge sharp horns, his eyes are burning with raging flames, his mouth is dripping with green salivation, and his expression is solemn.

Yang Zhen now understands what is going on with the other party's exaggerated giant sword, compared to the current Zhang Jiahao, the proportion of that sword is not exaggerated at all.

"I didn't expect that, right?" Zhang Jiahao said, his voice also changed, low and fierce, like a demon roar, "I know that you only have one weight of refining qi - I can see from the battle between you and Xu Ye, I originally used my own cultivation to crush you, but since it is a duel, I should go all out, I will not make the mistake of belittling my opponent." ”

Shu Xiaoman on the side looked at the newly emerged monster stupidly: this is a combination of humans and demons, it seems that Zhang Jiahao is combining mountain ghosts - this is one of the lowest levels of "demons" - it seems that he can't combine high-level "demons" yet, but even so, now his ability can't be measured by the word "realm".

He already has the power of demons!

This is the sacrifice of the soul in exchange for power, it is a forbidden art, ancient classics record, in ancient times, the cultivator had used this technique to forcibly obtain the power of the gods and demons, and finally defeated the gods and demons, but it was unstable, because the summoned gods and demons are likely to eat the master, then something more terrible will be born, so later this spell was put on the shelf.

"Hasn't the gods and demons been destroyed a long time ago, why can he still borrow the power of the mountain ghosts?"

The girl was in her mind, and Zhang Jiahao in front of her suddenly became blurred.

It was a visual error caused by the extremely high speed, because he was no longer visible to the naked eye. All that could be seen was a series of phantom flashes.

Not only does this monster possess terrifying power, but it also possesses unparalleled speed, which can make even monks who refine qi suffer visual errors.

Zhang Jiahao rushed in front of Yang Zhen and swung his sword, like thunder.

The power of imprisonment weakened instantly, Shu Xiaoman found that he could speak, and it seemed that Zhang Jiahao had gone all out.

The "little ......" girl wanted to remind her, but Zhang Jiahao's movements were too fast, and the blade slashed out with a violent half-moon head-on, and the killing intent reached the peak in an instant!

The giant sword slashed and split Yang Zhen from his left shoulder to his right rib, and at this time, Shu Xiaoman's word "heart" had just come out.

But it's useless, and the girl's warning sounds more like sarcasm.

Zhang Jiahao froze.

Yang Zhen...... Gone?

The sword can kill, can it also evaporate the living?

Zhang Jiahao turned his head sharply to look back, and found that behind him, there was an extra black spot in the full moon like a disk.

The black dots widened rapidly in its pupils! Soon he could be seen clearly, dressed in a school uniform, holding a long knife, the tip of which was as sharp as a sword, and the arc of the knife was as elegant as poetry.

That's Yang Zhen!

He stepped on the moon, out of thin air, his hair fluttering in the wind, and his cold gaze was like ice.

At this moment, Zhang Jiahao finally understood that what he hit was only the afterimage of the opponent left in place!

But how is this possible?

How could a cultivator who refines qi be faster than a person who combines the power of demons?

Zhang Jiahao couldn't believe it.

In fact, he was right, Yang Zhen, who was refining qi, could not be faster than him at all, but there was a premise for this, when both sides were moving their "hands".

He did it, but Yang Zhen didn't move his hands.

He moved his mouth......

Zhang Jiahao's action is indeed fast, but no matter how fast the action is, it will take time after all, but Yang Zhen only needs to say two words:

Sign in~

He then vanishes from reality and hides in the world of gray fog.

The time it takes to say two words is a little faster than the whole set of actions of drawing a knife, rushing forward, and slashing.

And, while Zhang Jiahao was stunned on the spot, Yang Zhen took advantage of this fleeting opportunity to return to reality and appeared behind him!

In fact, Zhang Jiahao's stunned did not last long, at most only a few seconds, but it was enough.

At the moment of the lightning flash, Yang Zhen swung his sword and slashed diagonally, and the katana changed into a flying afterimage, slashing at the speed of light!

Then, the moonlight suddenly dimmed!

The blade of the moonlight, with an unparalleled momentum, and the determination to split everything in this heaven and earth in two. A trace of horror suddenly flashed in Zhang Jiahao's eyes, and then the flying sword light slashed, and blood rained down.

Flying Edgeworth Flow - Moonlight Slash.

The blood rain dissipated, and Shu Xiaoman on the side was still petrified sluggishly, like falling into a fantasy: on the night of the full moon in front of him, the young man who slashed the demon was really just a monk who refined qi? Is it really her classmate Yang Zhen?

Zhang Jiahao fell to the ground, the demonic state gradually subsided, the muscles calmed down, the acute angle retracted, and he became a human again—the handsome guy who looked a lot like Schwarzenegger. His clothes were torn, and now he was naked, just like Schwarzenegger in "The Terminator."

But he was only half of his body left.

"Finally...... It's relieved~" Zhang Jiahao sighed lightly, and actually sighed a little emotionally.

He turned his head with difficulty and looked at Yang Zhen:

"Thank you. ”

"You're welcome. Yang Zhen was expressionless.

He put away his knife and walked towards Zhang Jiahao: "You're going to die...... Don't want to say something?"

Zhang Jiahao was silent for a while.

"You are the 'robbery' in the chess game. He said, "Take the chess pieces, and the family will not let you go." ”

Yang Zhen nodded: "Okay~ I know." ”

"I'm finally free, right?" Zhang Jiahao smiled, smiling reluctantly, the light in his eyes fading.

Yang Zhen squatted down and looked at him.

He doesn't like this kind of silence, this silence is suffocating, he wants to say something, but he doesn't know what to say, although he doesn't know why Zhang Jiahao has to marry Su Ziqing, but he can see that he is a pawn cultivated by the family since he was a child, the kind of dead little child who is managed by his parents, he has been constantly told what to do and what not to do since he was a child, but no one has ever asked him if he wants to do it or not.

In fact, he is a dead child who wants to get rid of his fate~

Hate him?

Yang Zhen didn't know, this person wanted to kill him without asking about it, he simply deserved to die, just like those brainless enemies in novels, textbook-style villain templates, really hateful!

But even more pathetic.

"May I ask a question?" he whispered.

"You say. ”

"Your strength is stronger than mine, why do you have to ......"

"You mean fused mountain ghosts?"

Yang Zhen only now knows that it is called a mountain ghost, that thing has surging power, in fact, Zhang Jiahao's cultivation was originally higher than him, and he is not like Xu Ye is a ghost clan, he was born to be restrained by the ghost pill Guogang, if he competes normally, Yang Zhen is definitely not an opponent, but he used the forbidden technique to fuse the mountain ghost when he was clearly dominant.

Although this power gave him the power of demons, it was soaked in evil—evil beyond imagination, which made Zhang Jiahao become an evil thing, and Yang Zhen's Onimaru Guogang happened to restrain all evil things......

"I didn't know you had a ghost-slaying artifact in your hands. Zhang Jiahao said, "And you ~ make me afraid!"

Yang Zhen was stunned, he didn't understand what a cultivator with a heavy Qi refining could have to be afraid of a cultivator whose realm was higher than his own.

"Don't guess~" Zhang Jiahao said, "It's not because of your realm, but because of your soul." ”

Soul?

Yang Zhen opened his mouth to ask again, but the pupil light on the other side had been extinguished, and Zhang Jiahao's eyes were as black as holes, and he couldn't find any anger anymore.

Yang Zhen stared at him for a long time, then gently closed his eyes.