"Is he crazy?" Yang Wan'er said with a frown, her delicate and girlish voice contrasting sharply with her rough and strong body.

"I heard that people will hallucinate before they die, and some will feel that they have entered the kingdom of God and their faces will be happy. Miss, he must be insane. ”

"Then break through!" Zhang Qingyang's eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, and he violently urged the Black Bear Body Forging Technique.

The fourth stage, Dzogchen, is just a layer of window paper away from the fifth stage. Zhang Qingyang pushed lightly, and the layer of window paper was suddenly torn.

The originally exhausted body was suddenly injected with vitality. The stiff muscles of the whole body suddenly became active, as if rain fell on the dry land. Streams of new power continued to pour out from all corners of the body, eventually forming a rushing torrent.

"Open!" Zhang Qingyang drank violently, and his limbs suddenly exerted force. The mountain giant palm that was closing not only stopped, but was also stretched out for a short distance.

"Poof!" The giant palm of the mountain changed, and suddenly Yang Xuan'er, who was connected to his breath, spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Miss!" said the knife slave in alarm.

Yang Wan'er was shocked and angry: "How come, sword slave, give me all the Qi and Blood Pills!"

The sword slave covered his pocket and said anxiously: "Miss, you have already eaten too much Qi and Blood Pill." If you eat it again, you'll burst open!"

"Give it to me!" Yang Wan'er gritted her teeth.

"Miss, calm down. ”，

"Your life is much more precious than that kid, and you can't risk your life to fight him. ”

Yang Xuan'er's sharply undulating chest gradually slowed down.

"Fat girl, you are right, I am a saint, how precious life is. ”

Yang Xuan'er was just out of breath just now, and she knew that the Qi and Blood Pill in her body had not been completely digested. At this moment, the qi and blood in the body are already extremely vigorous, and the power of qi and blood that has not been refined for their own use is both a backup and a bomb. If one is not careful, the power of qi and blood will explode, and he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

"I'll spend it with you, let's see who dies first!" Yang Xuan'er regained her composure and found that although the other party's strength had skyrocketed, the possibility of breaking free from the rat god's clutch was far from enough. Now you only need to fight a war of attrition, and you can naturally pinch the opponent to the blast.

A cruel smile appeared at the corner of Yang Wan'er's mouth, to see who could consume whom.

Half an hour.

"Knife slave, go and see if he's dying. ”

The knife slave ran over with his fart, not daring to get too close, for fear of being affected, and Zhang Qingyang's tail could still move freely. After a closer look, he ran back and said excitedly: "Miss, that kid can't hold on anymore, and his whole body is bleeding." ”

Another half an hour.

"Dao slave, didn't you say that he was dying, why wasn't he dead yet. Yang Wan'er said angrily.

"Miss, I'll take a look at it again. The fat girl wiped the sweat from her face and hurriedly ran over.

Soon the knife slave came back and said, "Miss, he is still bleeding, but it seems that he is dying." ”

Another half an hour.

"Knife slave, why is he not dead yet, how much blood does he have to shed. ”

"Miss, I'll go see it right away!"

The knife slave ran back as fast as he could: "Miss, this time it's fast, I see that his blood is about to run dry." ”

Another half hour.

Yang Wan'er screamed: "Let's see again, when will he die!"

The knife slave didn't dare to stay for a second, and before Yang Wan'er finished speaking, she had already rushed out.

The sword slave panted and rushed back and said, "It's not bleeding, it's not bleeding, I'm afraid the blood has dried up." I can't even lift his head, like a salted fish, this time he must be dying. ”

Yang Wan'er said happily: "Sure enough, it can't consume me." ”

Half an hour later, Yang Wan'er said with a calm face: "You ......"

As soon as he said a word, the sword slave had already rushed over.

"It's really fast this time, miss, I can't see his eyes open. ”

......

Half an hour, another half hour, another half hour...... It's getting dark.

Yang Wan'er was already numb, and said weakly: "Go and see." ”

The sword slave quickly glanced at Yang Wan'er in fright, and whispered: "I'll shoot him with an arrow, maybe he can die quickly." ”

Yang Xuan'er's eyes lit up, and she said loudly: "Go, go, shoot him." The three of you together!"

Although Yang Wan'er still has the upper hand in terms of strength, her psychology has reached the limit of her bearing. Yang Wan'er felt that she was on the verge of collapse, and if Zhang Qingyang didn't die, she might have gone crazy.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhang Qingyang forced himself to open his heavy eyelids.

"Here it is. A few hundred meters away, the sword slave stopped.

Vajra Nu and Fist Nu nodded, and the two didn't want to get too close.

The three of them drew their bows and shot arrows, aiming at Zhang Qingyang's face.

The three of them were seriously injured, and the arrows they shot inevitably felt a little soft, but the accuracy was not bad. They all shot towards the fragile parts of Zhang Qingyang's face.

Although Zhang Qingyang maintained the posture of supporting the giant palm of the mountain with his limbs, he hung his head and did not move.

Seeing that the arrow shot was about to hit, all three of them subconsciously held their breath.

Suddenly, the tips of the two tails were like two small snakes sticking out of their heads, barely sticking out a small section from the gap between Zhang Qingyang's back and the giant palm of the mountain, blocking the front of Zhang Qingyang's face. Sweep away all the arrows that come your way.

Zhang Qingyang slowly raised his head and smiled at the three of them with difficulty.

The corners of the three people's eyes jumped.

"Why aren't you dead yet!" the sword slave suddenly shouted, grabbing his bow and arrows and firing them fiercely.

King Kong Nu and Fist Nu glanced at each other, and both saw the heavy pressure in each other's eyes. The two silently turned their heads and threw arrows.

Zhang Qingyang's tenacity has caused great psychological pressure on his opponent.

However, as soon as Zhang Qingyang's attention was distracted, the strength against the Rat God Palm was a little weaker.

Feeling that the resistance in her hands had weakened, Yang Wan'er suddenly perked up and gave a shot in the arm to her emotions on the verge of collapse.

The speed at which the giant palms of the mountains closed suddenly increased by two points.

But what disappointed Yang Wan'er was that even though Zhang Qingyang was in such a weak position, he was still resisting stubbornly.

"What the hell is your heart made of, such a desperate situation, and how tenacious it can be!"

"This is a truly strong heart, indomitable. ”

"Being able to die in the hands of the rat god is not an insult to you. Yang Wan'er has mixed emotions, anger and jealousy. But when I think about it, being able to kill such a potential powerhouse with my own hands is also full of anticipation.

"Hold on!" Suddenly, a voice came quickly from far and near.

The voice of the visitor was extremely loud, and the heavy footsteps fell to the ground like the beat of a war drum.

The knife slave ran to Yang Xuan'er and said, "Miss, it seems to be Jin Zun when you hear the voice." ”

Yang Wan'er gritted her teeth and said, "It's not like, it's him!"

At the end of the gaze, a very majestic turtleback pet beast warrior was rapidly approaching this side from a distance.

The sword slave's eyes couldn't hide the look of fear, she rolled her eyes, restrained the fear in her eyes, and said indignantly, "This bastard is too cunning, he appeared when I was seriously injured with the fist slave and the King Kong slave, miss, I'm afraid you alone can't stop him." ”

"Shut up. Yang Wan'er said sharply.