Chapter 115: A Moment of Life and Death

"Boy, aren't you quite sharp-toothed, why don't you say it?" Pheasant Thirteen slowly walked to the cage, stared at Zhang Yan and said,

Zhang Yan replied indifferently, "Three-eyed monster, how can you not say it? You see that you are so gracious, so eager to let me scold you, out of love for the mentally handicapped aliens, I also want to fulfill your wish......!

At this time, the thirteen pheasants only felt the green tendons on their heads jumping and jumping, and they never wanted to see the lowly human race in front of them again, as the so-called body moved with their hearts, so the tentacles wrapped around the ice cage began to continuously absorb the cold air in the surrounding space, and in an instant, countless sharp thorns were grown, and the whole cage was like a hedgehog with fur growing inward, smooth on the outside and thorny on the inside.

When Zhang Yan absorbed the cold qi in his tentacles, his figure had already begun to prepare, the white armor wrapped his body in it, the Jun Tian Sword in his hands shrank, and a touch of blood climbed into his eyes.

The first six forms in "Heavy Nine" were coherent by him, infinitely circulating, dancing around the body so that the water could not be splashed, and all the sharp thorns were like meat in a meat grinder, crushed into slag, and he became the softest place in the hedgehog's abdomen.

"Click......" Then, the brilliance on Zhang Yan's body flashed, the "multiplying body" opened, a large number of broken thorns were shattered, and finally as the cracks on the internal thorns became more and more, with a "bang", the entire cage was broken by him, and broken ice cubes flew all over the sky.

Immediately after, the moment the cage cracked, Zhang Yan had already accumulated strength in his legs, and in an instant, in the collision of static and moving, the ice cubes in the sky and the white armor, the huge Juntian Sword had come to the front of Pheasant Thirteen, and the next moment, the round tip of the sword stabbed fiercely in the heart of the opponent's chest.

With a "bang", Pheasant Thirteen's body flew out, and the whole person was like a piece of mud, falling the stone wall, but this piece of mud was a little hard.

"Click, click......" Pheasant Thirteen's body slowly slid down from the stone wall, and after landing, he lowered his head and looked at a spiderweb-like crack in his heart, "......Click, Click" A burst of unpleasant, piercing laughter sounded, his two shoulders kept shrugging, and his two hands kept buckle, pulling up, and throwing away...... Cycle.

"Terran, you are very good!" The harsh laughter finally stopped abruptly, and Pheasant Thirteen put down his hands, raised his head to look at Zhang Yan and said, while sticking out his tongue and licking it. Immediately after, with a "bang", the figure of Pheasant Thirteen suddenly disappeared from Zhang Yan's field of vision, and at the same time, a huge force came from behind him, and he rushed straight forward.

In the air, Zhang Yan endured the pain in his back, controlled his body to roll, and adjusted his landing posture, but the figure of Pheasant Thirteen suddenly appeared in the field of vision of spiritual power, and at the same time, five sharp thorns made of cold ice condensed on the opponent's fingers appeared together, stabbing towards his waist.

Looking at the sudden attack, Zhang Yan was in the air, and there was nowhere to dodge, so he had to move the Juntian Sword to block his waist, and with five collision sounds, ......he blocked the blow, but in the same way, the power contained in this blow also made his body lose balance and throw it into the distance again.

Similarly, the pheasant thirteen who has mastered the initiative will not stop there, and the figure has become illusory again, following Zhang Yan closely, waiting for the opportunity to move, just like that, Zhang Yan has been flying in the air non-stop, constantly bearing the attacks from the other party, and can only reluctantly use the Juntian Sword, tired of coping.

"No, I can't go on like this, if I do this again, I must be the one who will be killed in the end!" Zhang Yan read in the empty center. The body moved freely, and the cyan air flow appeared all over the body,

"Eight Ways to Resist the Wind", after Zhang Yan was knocked away again, but this time his body that was knocked out suddenly accelerated and dodged the next blow of Pheasant Thirteen.

The thirteen claws of the pheasant pierced the sky and landed in the air, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said, "Next time, you won't have such good luck!" Then the figure turned into a phantom and attacked Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan ran the "Eight Methods of Resisting the Wind" to dodge this blow, and when he dodged, his dream power was agitated, and the crack on the armor of the dreamer that was broken by the Pheasant Thirteen began to heal.

Zhang Yan, who dodged the blow, slammed the Juntian Sword on the hands of the Pheasant Thirteen, and two cracks appeared, but in the next moment, the cracks disappeared, and the opponent's whole body was covered with the same ice armor. In this way, the two of them are fighting back and forth, and it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Suddenly, Pheasant Thirteen turned around, the position of the waist was exposed, Zhang Yan's figure suddenly stopped, and the Jun Tian Sword, covered with colorless dream power, was clamped around his waist, and then retreated violently. Mixed with a tricky and cold force, like a poisonous snake spitting out the core, it poked out fiercely.

At this moment, the flaw in the waist seems to be clearly visible like a red dot that has become larger.

"Bang!" Zhang Yan was bound to get a blow that slashed through Pheasant Thirteen's waist, but his face became extremely ugly. Because in his mental power perception, after the Pheasant Thirteen was attacked in the waist, the ice armor only opened a gap, but it quickly healed again, and it was extremely smooth.

Although this blow did not break the ice armor, the power contained in the Jun Tian Sword Sword was really transmitted to Pheasant Thirteen through the ice armor, and its strength still made his throat feel fishy sweet, and his complexion changed a little, but he was forcibly suppressed in an instant, and Zhang Yan did not notice it.

"Despicable Terran, your performance is really beyond my expectations, so I'm willing to let you die a happy death. Pheasant Thirteen turned around and said, at the same time, the index finger of his right hand swiped up and down the center of his eyebrows, a blood-colored cross appeared, followed by the continuous stamping of his hands, and a text that exuded an ancient atmosphere appeared, and was slapped on the abdomen by him.

In an instant, starting from the abdomen, countless blood streaks emerged, and finally wound into a huge bloody cross, the culmination of which was the half-open one-eye.

In the next moment, countless blood tendons erupted around the one-eye, and the whole eye also changed from a half-open state to a completely open state, and then, with a "buzz", a sound wave shot out from the third eye of Pheasant Thirteen and spread to all sides.

Zhang Yan saw the sound waves moving towards him, and hurriedly mobilized a large amount of dream power in the dantian to turn into a membrane to cover the surface of his body, but the sound waves directly ignored it, passed through his body, hit the stone wall behind him, and dissipated.

As soon as the sound wave passed, Zhang Yan immediately drew a large amount of spiritual power from the sea of spirit and enveloped his whole body, but found that there was nothing unusual in his body, but just as he withdrew his spiritual power and wanted to attack Pheasant Thirteen, a blood-colored lightning flashed through his mind and hit his mind directly.

The two collided, and there was a "boom" in his head, and then his whole person froze in place as if he had been electrocuted, instantly losing control of his body and unable to move.

At this time, Zhang Yan's eyes could clearly see that the Pheasant Thirteen on the opposite side had drawn a blood-colored spear from the place where the blood-colored cross carved on the surface of his body was crossed, and suspended it in the palm of his hand. Then he saw a vibration on the body of the spear, and three identical blood-colored spears appeared like this, across his chest.

The next moment, it was Pheasant Thirteen who raised his spear and threw it forward, turning into three blood-colored lightning bolts in the air, the finished glyph, hitting the sky, and the final target - Zhang Yan.

"Move, move!" Seeing the blood-colored spear in his field of vision getting closer and closer, Zhang Yan couldn't help but shout anxiously in his heart, but his body was still uncontrollable, and finally a crazy thought in his heart began to grow like a weed.

"If you don't fight, you will die, and if you fight, you may not die......!

"Boom" As Zhang Yan's mind moved, the spiritual power in the sea of spirits in the dream world poured out, poured into the sky, turned into a giant python, spit out snake letters, and rushed out of the dream world, like a fish and dragon entering the sea, turning over the river and the sea in his mind, constantly rolling, followed by cracks in his mind.

There were more and more huge cracks in the "Ka Ka ......", and finally Zhang Yan controlled the spiritual power python, causing its huge body to shrink violently, and the huge tail was thrown out suddenly, smashing heavily on the largest crack in his mind.

Suddenly, with a "click", the whole piece of mind was broken like a bottle, but after the fragments that fell off, it was the same mind, and correspondingly, Zhang Yan felt that the control of his body was back.

But the aftermath of the tail swept out by the spiritual power python still hit Zhang Yan's mind, and for a moment, his head was splitting with a "poof", and a mouthful ......of blood spurted out of his mouth. By the time he raised his head, three spears had already come to him, separated only by a line between his eyes and his eyebrows.

At this time, Zhang Yan's spiritual power was in ruins, and he couldn't mobilize the many dream powers in the dantian at all, so he could only lean back as much as he could, trying to dodge this blow, but the spear gave him too little time, and the range of leaning back was only enough for him to dodge one spear, and the other two blood-colored spears would eventually shoot into his head, killing him with one blow.

Zhang Yan could only watch as the spear was about to pierce his head, when suddenly, Xiao Huang's voice sounded in his ears, "Xiao Yanzi, it's only been so long, it's not going to work!" A familiar piece of metal was between him and the blood-colored spear.

In the end, the two collided together, and the next moment, the sound of collision that Zhang Yan thought did not sound, he only saw two spears crashing into the metal sheet, melting silently little by little, and finally there was not even a bit of slag left between heaven and earth, only a piece of metal remained forever.

The blood-colored spear that Zhang Yan had dodged then turned into a bolt of lightning and flew back into the palm of Pheasant Thirteen.

"Poof" Pheasant Thirteen looked at the three blood-colored spears in his palm and only one was left, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, but he didn't know if it was because he was angry, or if the blood-colored spear melted two and hurt his heart.

"Impossible, how can there be an artifact in this world that can block the secret technique of my god race, this is impossible!" Pheasant Thirteen looked up at Zhang Yan, his face was full of hideousness and disbelief, and he shouted with blood on the corner of his mouth,

Xiao Huang directly returned to the dream world with the metal piece in the next moment, leaving only one sentence for Zhang Yan, "Kill him, he saw me, I can't let him get out alive!"