While speaking, Zhang Xiaopaw had already come closer.

"Senior, are you okay?" Feeling the breath of Butcher Zhang up close, Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly asked with concern.

Butcher Zhang's breath flickered and dimmed, fluctuating, like a lamp that had burned out of oil, the flame flickered and would be extinguished at any time, as if it was a sign that the lamp had run out of oil. Frightened, his heart rushed to his throat, and he even slowed down his breathing involuntarily, as if he would blow out Butcher Zhang's erratic breath if he took a hard breath.

I don't blame him for being timid, mainly because he has seen the fall of the power of the stars one after another during this time, which made him realize that the four words "the power of the stars" are not gold medals for avoiding death, and their lives are also fragile.

"I can't die for a while. Butcher Zhang replied, his eyes never left the rusty sword five steps away in front of him, and urged Zhang Xiaopaw again: "Go and try it, see if you can pull it out of the ground?"

"It's not going to be pulled out, is it?" Zhang Xiaopu glanced at the rusty, blood-soaked sword, and looked at the layers of rust that had been splashed by the blood rain, although he knew that since Butcher Zhang asked him to draw the sword, he would definitely pull it out, but he still couldn't help muttering quietly.

Although his muttering was small, it was heard word by word by Butcher Zhang.

Especially when he heard Zhang Xiaopu's worried tone, it was as if as long as he touched it with his fingers, the sword would immediately turn into a puddle of rusty scum and catch him. Butcher Zhang was so angry that he stared at the beads in his eyes, and he couldn't wait to stand up and kick Zhang Xiaopaw away.

It's a pity that he feels struggling to catch his breath now, how can he have the strength to stand up, let alone kick Zhang Xiaopai, so he can only shout angrily: "The old man's body injuries are all injured by its sword qi, and a total of thirty-three times before and after pulling it out, it has always been inserted on the ground and Weng Si has not moved, do you think you can pull it out?!"

"——" Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, he also thought that Butcher Zhang's miserable injury was left by the battle with the ancient corpse, he never thought that he was injured by the rusty sword in front of him, he could volatilize the sword qi to hurt people, and he also injured the unfathomable star power into this appearance, where is this a rusty sword, it is clearly a divine sword.

Zhang Xiaopaw's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at the rusty sword, and he didn't dare to underestimate it anymore, and asked Butcher Zhang in surprise: "Wouldn't it be the sword that Senior Wen pulled out from the Void Great Array?"

"It's the sword. Butcher Zhang responded.

"How did this happen?" Zhang Xiaopaw was surprised.

"The old man didn't know that it would be like this as soon as it landed. Butcher Zhang said, and told Zhang Xiaopu to be careful: "Be careful when you pull out, don't be hurt by its sword qi." ”

"Senior, you haven't been able to pull it out thirty-three times, how can you pull it out with this little cultivation of junior?" Zhang Xiaopu smiled bitterly, feeling that Butcher Zhang was asking him to do something meaningless.

Butcher Zhang glared and said: "The old man has fought with it thirty-three times, and it has injured the old man like this, and the old man naturally didn't let it get better, and consumed a lot of its essence, maybe it is worse than the old man now." Dog's day, just let you draw a sword, how the fuck are you grinding like a bitch?"

Butcher Zhang suddenly became angry as he spoke, and his tone changed and he scolded Zhang Xiaopai.

Zhang Xiaopaw also found that he seemed to be a little grinding, and felt as if he was rusted by this

The sword suppressed the momentum, and immediately raised the momentum and stepped forward, the power of the three colors swirled around the body, reached out and held the rusty hilt with both hands, took a deep breath, penetrated his arms, and pulled it up violently, while carefully guarding against the sword qi attack of the rusty sword.

Wow -

Syllable!

Zhang Xiaopaw took several big steps back, and sat down in the blood.

"Ahhh

"——" Butcher Zhang's heartbeat skipped several beats, and he almost fainted in front of him.

"Before-senior-this is not my fault, you didn't-let me pull it out. I said I'd pull it off, but you still don't believe it. Look—what's going on?" Zhang Xiaopu held the half-truncated sword in both hands and looked at Butcher Zhang, his expression more ugly than crying.

He stumbled backwards and fell, not being attacked by the sword qi, but by himself dodging down. He used the strength to pull out the weeping willows, but the rusty sword was like rotten straw, and it broke when he pulled it, and almost broke his waist.

Before Zhang Xiaopaw could finish speaking, the half of the rusty sword in his hand suddenly shattered, scattered into rust slag and fell to the ground, being washed away by blood.

Gollum –

Zhang Xiaoshusheng swallowed his saliva, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Butcher Zhang.

Butcher Zhang felt that his heart was broken by Zhang Xiaopaw's pulling, the goatee trembled and trembled, and suddenly raised his hand to slap himself twice, gritted his back molars and scolded: "Let your mouth be cheap! Let your mouth be cheap! Make your mouth!"

"Senior, calm down, don't be like this. Zhang Xiaopaw hurriedly comforted, panicking, for fear that Butcher Zhang would not be able to get out of his heart and go crazy, "If you are angry in your heart, you will-hey-ouch-"

Butcher Zhang didn't know where he got the strength, turned over and got up and pounced on Zhang Xiaopu, and blasted the hammer, which made Zhang Xiaopaw squeak and scream.

"Lao Tzu asked you to pull it out, did you use so much force?"

"You can't be a little stronger, you have a lot of strength, right?"

"Do you have long eyes on your ass? Don't you see that it's a rusty sword? Do you understand the old age of the wind candle?"

"I'm going to beat you to death, a loser!"

In the face of Butcher Zhang's righteous rebuke and crusade, Zhang Xiaopaw could only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, and he couldn't speak clearly.

Where is this kind and kind old general, it is clearly an old scoundrel.

Fortunately, Butcher Zhang didn't have much strength, and after a few punches, he lost his strength, rolled down from Zhang Xiaopu, and lay on his back in the flowing blood, looking at the dark sky in a daze.

The broken rusty sword was not only the sword, but also the infinite hope in his heart.

Like Wen Buwu, after seeing the power of the Dao Rusty Sword, he couldn't help but pinned all his hopes on the Rusty Sword for taking the last half step and ascending to the sky, but just when he was full of hope and felt that the road ahead was infinitely bright, suddenly everything turned into a dream bubble, and this huge spiritual impact, his old heart really almost didn't carry it.

"Ouch-" Zhang Xiaopaw touched his swollen cheeks and sat up, grinning with bared teeth: "Senior, you are also ruthless." It hurts me to death. ”

"Didn't you say it yourself? let the old man be angry and beat you out. Butcher Zhang glanced at Zhang Xiaopaw angrily

Zhang Xiaopaw's tears suddenly fell, and he pouted and said aggrievedly: "Senior, when did I let you beat me? I mean let you shout out loud when you are angry in your heart, don't hold back, hold back and hurt your body." ”

"——" Butcher Zhang couldn't help but laugh, thinking back to just now, it seemed that he was indeed doing it too quickly, and he didn't wait for Zhang Xiaoshu to finish speaking, but he thought that Zhang Xiaoshu actually watched him slap himself, and gloated for him to shout out, and suddenly became angry, squinted at Zhang Xiaopu murderously, and gritted his teeth and said: "Boy, believe it or not, the old man slapped you to death?"

Zhang Xiaopaw hurriedly closed his mouth.

"Hehe" Butcher Zhang suddenly grinned and asked, "You said that if Wen Buwu knew that the sword he pulled out with his life was turned into rusty slag by you, do you think he would be angry and come back to life?"

Poof-

Zhang Xiaopaw suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a bloody arrow.

When Butcher Zhang saw it, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and warned: "Boy, don't think about blackmailing the old man, every punch of the old man is measured, and it will only make you suffer a little bit of flesh and skin, not to the extent of vomiting blood." Boy, are you alright?"

Butcher Zhang's tone suddenly changed and he asked worriedly.

At first, he thought that Zhang Xiaopu was pretending to be injured to make him happy, but he suddenly felt that Zhang Xiaopaw's breath was wrong, and he seemed to have suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Zhang Xiaopaw's face was pale, but the blood rain kept hitting his face, and he couldn't see it whether it was white or not, but he could clearly feel that his breath was suddenly disordered and was rapidly weakening.

"Boy, what's wrong with you?" Butcher Zhang asked again, sitting up.

"Sword-sword-ah-it hurts me to death!ah-" Zhang Xiaopu shouted "sword" twice, and then hugged his chest while screaming and rolling on the ground, scratching his chest desperately with both hands, as if something under his chest was gnawing at his viscera, and he wanted to tear open his chest and pull it out.

Butcher Zhang's face changed, thinking that Zhang Xiaopu had been injured by the sword qi, but he was anxious in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything about it. His star power had just recovered a little, and the spirit fruits, spirit herbs, elixirs, and so on were all consumed when he fought against the Rusty Sword.

Zhang Xiaopaw scratched his clothes and flesh, but it was obvious that he was trying his best to restrain himself and did not hurt his body further.

"The road of chance, blessed to the soul, can not be forced. Ten more years and ten years less, it is in vain if you don't open your mind. That's it. Butcher Zhang suddenly sighed, and grabbed a nine-leaf spirit grass from the void, it was the soul revival grass he got in the deserted village, eating it could increase Yang Shou for ten years, even when he fought against the rusty sword just now, he was not willing to eat it.

"Cheap you kid. Butcher Zhang pouted and smiled, reached out and pressed Zhang Xiaopaw's body, and said, "Open your mouth and eat it." ”

Zhang Xiaopaw took a bite of the soul revival grass that was brought to his mouth, chewed it indiscriminately twice, and swallowed it.

The soul rejuvenation grass entered the abdomen, and the majestic spiritual power instantly burst out in the body, and the pain was immediately relieved.

But before Zhang Xiaopaw could breathe, his body suddenly floated, and then swooped into the sky, as fast as lightning, and disappeared into the rain in the blink of an eye.

Butcher Zhang looked up at the sky with a messy expression, and wanted to ask Zhang Xiaopaw what the situation was, but Zhang Xiaopaw was no longer visible.