In an instant, Zhang Yan's feet kicked on the ground, "Eight Methods of Resisting the Wind" and his ethereal body, his whole body was entangled, and the whole person turned into a touch of cyan lightning, and the Juntian Sword in his hand seemed to pierce the space and came to the body of Pheasant Thirteen.

Before the sword body reached his body, Pheasant Thirteen's face changed greatly, because the dream power attached to the sword had easily broken through the ice armor condensed on his body, he subconsciously let his body roll on the ground in embarrassment, and narrowly avoided the tip of the Jun Tian Sword, but he was still grazed by the dream power covered by the sword, and a piece of flesh and a piece of clothing on his body that he thought was noble fell to mortal dust.

The blow was fruitless, Zhang Yan's sword blade did not stagnate, and the Jun Tian sword slashed horizontally, magnifying like a huge stick to catch up with the dodging Hermon, leaving a spider web-like crack on his chest. And Pheasant Thirteen's entire body was knocked out.

"Who the hell are you, why do you have such a treasure? My Protoss has no record of such a treasure!"

"Then I'm sorry, since there is no record, I can only kill you!" Zhang Yan slowly raised his head and said lightly,

"Let's go down and ask the Immortal King with a question!"

"You?!humil, unashamed Terran!" Looking at the hateful face opposite, Pheasant Thirteen's heart became even more angry. The only remaining blood-colored spear in his hand trembled slightly, began to spin, and suddenly, the spear turned into a bloody light and shot towards Zhang Yan like lightning.

The speed of the blood light was extremely fast, even if the current Zhang Yan blessed the Eight Methods of Resisting the Wind and the ethereal body at the same time, he was not slow to react. But the Thirteen Pheasants still broke through the armor of the dreamer on his face, leaving a bloody mark on his face.

The blood flowing from his face flowed down the corners of his mouth, a trace of fishy sweetness bloomed from the tip of his tongue, Zhang Yan's pupils instantly flushed with rich blood red, and the state of blood slaughter was fully opened, and he smiled maniacally: "Yes, it tastes great, I just don't know what the blood in your body tastes like?"

As he spoke, Zhang Yan twisted his head slightly, and on the surface of the Mengshi armor on his body, faint blood-colored lines began to loom. The Jun Tian Sword in both hands seemed to sense the killing intent in the master's heart, and kept buzzing.

Looking at Zhang Yan, who had entered a state of blood slaughter, Pheasant Thirteen withdrew the blood-colored spear that was wandering in mid-air, the blood light on his body flickered, and then a blood-colored pupil loomed behind him, and his feet were slightly wrong, waiting for the battle. Now his heart has long since lost the contempt he had at the beginning, and there is only caution in the face of the enemy.

However, Pheasant Thirteen's cautious sneak attack was seen by Zhang Yan, and there was a trace of pity in his heart, but it was more about the fighting spirit, since he could no longer use the other party to despise him now, then he could only spend some more hands and feet.

Moreover, after months of penance, Zhang Yan really needs to go through a battle to measure his progress.

The body twisted slightly, the bones made a crisp sound, the palms slowly spread out, and then they were tightly held on the hilt of the Juntian Sword, and another phantom flashed behind him, the balanced body opened, and the aura of the whole person became natural, and the mixed elements were a lot.

"Despicable people, if you want to kill me, go back and cultivate for another ten years!" The corners of his mouth were lightly raised, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, and the thirteen yin smiled predictably, and the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, like a blood-colored lightning, rushing towards Zhang Yan.

Looking coldly at the Pheasant Thirteen who rushed over with a spear in his hand, Zhang Yan held the Juntian Sword tightly with both hands, tucked it around his waist, and after an instant, he swung it out violently, and in the next moment, Zhang Yan's figure appeared behind Pheasant Thirteen, and the two staggered.

"Heavy Seven"

As Zhang Yan's shouts fell, a sharp air blade slashed through the cave space, but the picture of Pheasant Thirteen being knocked down in his imagination did not appear in his mental power perception, and another picture appeared - Pheasant Thirteen dodged, this is the first time he has seen the situation, although this time Chongqi is the version he completed under the guidance of Li Hua, but with the strength and realm of the other party, it should not be, and it is impossible to dodge.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhang Yan thought about it when he turned around.

Seeing the surprised and puzzled look on Zhang Yan's face, Pheasant Thirteen didn't say anything, but directly flashed his figure, turned into a shadow and appeared on Zhang Yan's side, and the spear slashed towards his neck.

A "hiss" sound that was so small that it couldn't be more faint sounded, followed by a strand of hair on Zhang Yan's head falling to the ground, and a crack on the helmet part of the Dream Warrior's armor also appeared.

However, there was a muffled sound, and a crack appeared on the ice armor on the right shoulder of Pheasant Thirteen, and the two of them were staggered and injured each other, and then the two began to stagger, collide, and attack each other in the space of the mine.

And in the fight, Zhang Yan found that no matter how fast his speed was and how much his strength increased, he still couldn't cause too much damage to the other party, as if the other party had already penetrated his moves and made a judgment in advance.

"Huhu ......" After fighting again, Zhang Yan gasped slightly, his eyes stared at Pheasant Thirteen tightly, and he thought in his heart, "No, this feeling of being stuck in the mud and completely unable to make up my strength is getting heavier and heavier, I must find a way to solve it, otherwise when my beast soul skill is up, I will definitely die!"

"Xiao Yanzi, it's okay, do you want me to help you!" Xiao Huang's voice sounded in the dream world,

"How can you help me, or you can kill him directly!" Zhang Yan said after hearing this,

Xiao Huang spit out a mouthful of saliva directly in the dream world, and poked his fingers in the air again and again, "Your uncle, can I help you marry your wife!"

Zhang Yan instantly replied, "Donor, it's funny, ** like a tiger, marriage is like a grave, how can Xiaosheng let the donor take me to suffer?

"Alright, don't be poor, don't hide quickly, the spear outside is about to poke your ass! He's so evil!" Xiao Huang suddenly pointed outside, shouting "excitedly",

Zhang Yan was distracted, his legs were vigorous, and he jumped up slightly, dodging the sneak attack from behind Pheasant Thirteen, and at the same time, Jun Tianjian became big and slashed at the spear that the other party's god predicted to block behind him, and the two of them touched the point.

"Little Huang Ye, it's time to say it! I haven't spent so long with this grandson, and there is still a lot of money waiting for me in front of me!"

"You kid scolds me around the bush again, I'll leave now, you can figure it out yourself!" Xiao Huang frowned and shouted, "Okay, you don't remember the villain, just let the villain go!

"This time, I'll keep an account for you first, and when I pay it back later, I'll tell you about this guy first, what kind of skills are he making now......"

With a "bang", Pheasant Thirteen seized the opportunity of Zhang Yan to be stunned, and swept the blood-colored spear in his hand, knocking Zhang Yan away, and also interrupted Xiao Huang's explanation.

Then a trace of blood spilled slightly from the corner of his mouth, and his body suddenly shot backwards, and his heels kicked the ground again and again, and finally did not remove this force until he brought out two traces of several meters on the ground of the mine.

"Xiao Huang, pick up the important ones, or when you finish telling history, I will be killed. Zhang Yan shouted anxiously in the dream realm,

"Isn't it just a hit? I'm just saying that he is now making the secret method that should be the elite children of the Three-Eyed Clan, the Eye of God, according to them, it seems that when he has practiced to the fullest, he can see through the past and the future. But I don't know if it's true. Xiao Huang said slowly, and the mind that Zhang Yan on the side hurriedly urged,

"Besides, how to deal with it!"

Xiao Huang waved his hand and said easily, "You can ask the right person, I have a lot of experience in this area, first of all, you have to know that this secret method can see through your moves, and then what...... Think for yourself!" After speaking, he suddenly sank into the metal piece, and no matter how Zhang Yan called it, he couldn't come out.

During this period, Zhang Yan was dangerous and dangerous, and he dodged several ruthless, fast, and tricky attacks from the Pheasant Thirteen, while his thoughts were constantly running.

"See through my moves, see through my moves...... By the way, there is, since he can see through my moves, then I don't have moves, how can he see through them!" Suddenly, an inspiration popped up, and in an instant, Zhang Yan thought about the feasibility of the method, thinking that it was feasible, and with the same thought, only a trace of mind was left in his mind, and all the rest of his mind retreated into the dream realm, completely surrendering his body to the bloodthirsty instinct in the state of blood slaughter.

"Since you claim to be able to see through all moves, then I don't have any moves, and I don't believe you can even see through instinct!"

On the other side, Pheasant Thirteen quickly sensed that something was wrong, the opponent's attacks became more and more violent, and the moves became more and more chaotic, some of them even hooligans fighting, gouging out their eyes, inserting their nostrils, and doing everything, and it was such a simple action, which happened to restrain his Eye of God, and the two returned to the same running line again.

"Impossible, how can this despicable Terran kid know the way to restrain my clan's secret method! This is impossible, unless it ......" Pheasant Thirteen seemed to think of something, his face changed instantly, his hands were about to seal, cast the secret method, and wanted to pass the news to the clan, but he didn't want to, because Zhang Yan, who was in a frenzy, directly ate the Pheasant Thirteen spear, and then "put" the Juntian Sword wrapped in nearly 100,000 catties of strength on Pheasant Thirteen's neck.

With a "click", Pheasant Thirteen's neck seemed to be unable to withstand Zhang Yan's joke, and it broke off in response, and half of the magic seal formed between his hands also collapsed, followed by the corpse and fell to the ground.

Then Zhang Yan's heart poured in, and he regained control of his body, and the sharp pain that came from all over his body in an instant made him frown, but this pain could not stop his desire to touch the corpse, and a pair of magic hands were about to move.

Suddenly, a bloody light rose from the corpse of Pheasant Thirteen, and it was about to break through the air, followed by Xiao Huang's anxious voice,

"Damn, with this guy's identity, how can there be such a thing in his body!" Immediately after, a golden chain of light shot out from the center of Zhang Yan's eyebrows, binding the blood light clusters,

"Demon Sanqian, come out and help, don't sleep!"