The fish-man Lao Huang's mental resistance is very high, and he must keep throwing soul bricks to keep him in a semi-comatose state. It is a deep hangover state, conscious, but all reactions are reduced to a state where you need to support a wall when you walk.

Even if the Bridge of Mind is constantly recovering the soul bricks thrown out, Zhang Qingyang's inventory is already very small, and he doesn't have much time, and if he can't solve the battle within twenty seconds, he will definitely be torn in half by the fishman Lao Huang.

The fish-man Lao Huang was happy to do this, just look at his bloodthirsty eyes.

In the face of a fish, although it is a big fish, it is rare for the rat bone sword not to make a mistake, but the sharpness of the rat bone sword can't pierce his fish scales, so there is no way.

The small fire burst out with a "wang" sound, like a flame directly on the rat bone sword.

The skeletal rat's head was instantly replaced by a jaw, hideous and exuding supreme majesty.

"It's all up to you, Xiaohuo, don't let me down!"

The rat bone sword burned with a "boom", and the wailing of the rat bone sword could be faintly heard.

The power of the burning rat bone sword is quite extraordinary, but this flame is afraid that it will hurt others and oneself, and the rat bone sword will be burned and screamed.

"Open!" Zhang Qingyang held the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust it hard into the fish-man Lao Huang's chest.

The rat bone sword with a small fire bonus is really extraordinary, and the scales of the fish that are stronger than the golden stone are cut like a hot knife cutting butter.

The rat bone sword drove straight in.

The fishman Lao Huang suddenly woke up in pain, and stretched out a hand to signal Zhang Qingyang to stop.

The overall situation has been decided, don't continue to hit him with soul bricks. Zhang Qingyang stopped and looked at him, thinking that Lao Xu was brutally killed by him, and he didn't have any mercy for him. "Are you going to repent?"

The fish-man Lao Huang reluctantly laughed, revealing his blood-stained teeth.

"I'm really not a person who does big things! I used to think that I was from a low background, had no money and no power, so I was inferior everywhere, and I was only a small patrol for half my life. The reason for me is that I just lack a chance, as long as God gives me this opportunity, I can also do great things, and I will do better than those who have spoken out with a golden spoon in their mouths since childhood. There was just one missing chance between me and the big guys. ”

The rat bone sword stopped above his heart, and Zhang Qingyang didn't move, just looked at him.

"Now, I realize that I really am not a person who does big things!"

"Why? Do you regret killing Lao Xu?" Zhang Qingyang asked.

"Haha, what's there to regret then. Lao Xu felt that he had read for a few days all day, and he looked down on me and felt that his status was higher than mine. Bullshit, both of us are the most ordinary patrols, who is taller than whom? If you kill him, you will kill him, I would have wanted to kill him anyway. ”

"The reason why I feel that I am not a person who does big things is because Lao Tzu finally understood what Lao Xu said to me before, the son of a daughter can't sit down. I didn't understand it before, but now I finally understand. Why do those who have status and status easily not take risks? I used to look down on people like that, thinking they were just a bunch of cowards.

I now know that when people die, they are gone, and no matter how much they have dreams and ambitions, they are useless. So it's easy not to take risks, even if it doesn't seem to be a big risk. If Lao Tzu didn't want to pretend to be forced in front of the previous Dragon Emblem warriors, why would he lose his life now. All I have to do is call my foolish fishmen to come and surround you, and it's not up to me to kill or chop you. ”

"I regret it, why didn't I understand this truth earlier. It's all old Xu who deserves to die, he should have explained this truth to me a long time ago!"

"Is this your confession?"

"Die!" The fish-man Lao Huang's right hand suddenly pulled out of Zhang Qingyang's chest like lightning, and his black nails flashed with cold light.

"Poof!" the ratbone sword then pierced his heart.

All the movements of the fishman Lao Huang were frozen in an instant. He coughed up blood and said, "I'm not reconciled, I could have become the king of the fish people in the world and rule over all human beings." ”

Soon, his hand drooped, and the light of life in his eyes quickly receded.

Zhang Qingyang drew his sword and stood, looking at the fishmen rushing in like a tide, hundreds of fishmen were mighty and powerful. If you want to go, you can't go, you can only retain the last dignity and fight to the death.

But his heart suddenly calmed down, not that he looked down on life and death, but that there were more terrible results than death.

Then, let's fight.

The battle with the fish-man Lao Huang was so fierce that it had already attracted the attention of the fish-people over there.

It's just that the fish-man Lao Huang has always been brutal, and without his orders, those fish-people easily dare not approach. By the time the fish-man Lao Huang wanted to call the fishmen to come over and help, it was too late.

The leader of the fishmen ordered the elite of the fishmen to lead the ordinary fishmen to rush up.

Looking at the leader of the fishmen who didn't rush up by himself, but just let other fishmen rush up, Zhang Qingyang pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth: "You are smarter than Lao Huang." ”

The fishmen flooded him with a flood.

Zhang Qingyang held a rat bone sword, mustering up the last remaining strength, like a stubborn stone in the river, fighting and fighting with the fish people.

The fish-men filled the surroundings, and even dragons had no room to play around. Zhang Qingyang relied on the legs in his hands and under his body, sacrificing his life and forgetting to die to fight with the fish.

When he was hit by the harpoon for the first time, Zhang Qingyang knew that the countdown to his life had begun.

He had been fighting fiercely with the fish-man Lao Huang for a long time, and he didn't have much strength, and now in the face of hundreds of fish-people, he was only barely supported by a breath of refusal to admit defeat.

Zhang Qingyang was knocked down by the harpoon, stood up again, and staggered, but still tried to swing the rat bone sword.

Knocked down again, stood up again.

"Poof!" Zhang Qingyang was hit hard in the back, everyone threw up, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the rat bone sword in his hand also flew out.

Zhang Qingyang fell to the ground, struggled to get up, and met the enemy with the dragon's legs.

The sleeping Titan cat in the pet beast card seemed to sense that Zhang Qingyang was in a crisis, and opened his eyes in a daze, wanting to merge and help Zhang Qingyang.

Zhang Qingyang resolutely refused, fought with the fishman with his bare hands, was frequently knocked to the ground, and spit out hot blood, but he was still trying to fight back.

"There's no chance, I'm going to die here. ”

"You stay in the card and you can live. ”

"Fit, we have to die together, it's not cost-effective, just kill me. ”

"Click!" one of Zhang Qingyang's arms was broken, and the whole person flew sideways, crashed into a fish-man, bounced back and fell to the ground.

Zhang Qingyang stood up with difficulty, looked at the vicious fish people around him, and laughed in a daze: "I will not surrender on my knees, nor will I let you cut off my head, I will insist on living, there is still a chance to live." ”

Zhang Qingyang's eyes were swollen and could only open a slit.

At this time, the leader of the fishmen came out of the crowd of fish, came to Zhang Qingyang, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "Kura!"

Zhang Qingyang reluctantly raised his leg and kicked at the leader of the fishmen.

The leader of the fishmen looked at him indifferently, and his big hand slowly pinched Zhang Qingyang's head!

"Dada-da-da!"

The gunshots rang out suddenly, and tongues of fire poured out arbitrarily among the fishmen on the periphery.

The sound of ships approaching, the sound of mechanical warriors landing, and the roaring of pet beasts are all mixed together to form a picture of rescue.

Before Zhang Qingyang fainted, he heard Zhou Zhengdao's voice ringing on the shore: "Qingyang, are you still alive?"

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