At the moment, there are only two means that Zhang He can rely on.

The perverted plundering ability of Hongmeng's pregnant god is a trick to work on the elusive nature of fossil magic, but the problem is that both of these assault methods are only suitable for melee combat.

Needless to say, there must be intimate physical contact, and the raid range of the Gonggong Fossil Technique is limited to a distance of about half a meter, otherwise, even if it can work, it will definitely not be able to make the other party appear large-scale petrification.

But if you can't kill with a single blow, then the trouble is even greater.

Once the grass is startled, there is only one possibility left in the end, that is, he will completely become a living target for the Sword Sect elders to test the sword remotely.

Moreover, Zhang He also knew very well that the sword just now was not the true strength of the Sword Sect Elder, it was just a sword that he sent casually.

I don't know how powerful this idiot will be if he attacks with all his might.

Feeling the chilling killing intent emanating from the Sword Sect Elder's body, and feeling the fierce sword aura fluctuating on the long sword in his hand, although Zhang He was very unwilling, he also had to ask in a deep voice, "What choice?" Let's hear it. ”

"Hand over the footwork cheats, the old man will give you a good time, or the old man will slowly torture you to death, and then search for the footwork cheats from you." Without waiting for Zhang He to speak, the Sword Sect Elder said with a cold face, "There is also a secret that you have lost all your muscles and veins, but you still have not been abolished. ”

Nima, speaking of which, my brother still has to die, so why not choose a fart? However, having said that, Zhang He still keenly captured the disdain in the subconscious of the Sword Sect elder.

鄙shì, very good, old Wang Ba, please, you hurry up and despise Brother Shaì, Brother Vicious, you must not look down on Brother, but unfortunately, although the Elder of the Sword Sect still despises himself, but unfortunately, because of the previous goof, this old bastard is not as extremely contemptuous as other Yuan Infant cultivators.

From beginning to end, he has always kept a safe distance of a little more than two meters from him, and, most importantly, from beginning to end, this idiot has been pointing a sword at himself, without the slightest intention of calling himself to death with a palm.

Nima, Sword Sect, fighting habits, Zhang He couldn't help but be speechless for a while, but what Zhang He didn't know was that in fact, not only the Sword Sect elders were like this, but also if they were replaced by other Yuan Infant Stage cultivators.

Any Yuan Infant Stage cultivator has risen step by step from countless bloody battles, and they have all stepped on countless corpses and bones to get to this point step by step, how rich is their combat experience?

It can be said that as long as they are not beaten stupid, any Yuan Infant cultivator knows the simple truth that the lion fights the rabbit must also go all out, and any cultivator will also be in awe of the unknown, because they are all people who have experienced strong winds and waves, and they all know that there are too many magicals in this world, and they also know that there are too many things in this world that can kill themselves lightly, and there are many things that look weak on the surface.

There is an irony called the fearlessness of the ignorant, there is a kind of prudence called the more you live, the more timid you become, and there is an idiom called "people become old and become fine".

The elder of the Sword Sect has experienced too many storms and waves, and has seen too many deaths at the hands of the light enemy, so although he still doesn't think that Zhang He can defeat him, and he still despises Zhang He, but after thousands of years and countless bloody battles, the good habits formed still instinctively remind him that he must be cautious, and he must be cautious.

And Zhang He's purpose is exactly the opposite of this idiot, Zhang He's purpose is very simple, to provoke, he must find a way to provoke this idiot.

Anger is the prelude to impulse, impulse is the prelude to recklessness, and for himself, only this idiot can attack himself regardless of a qiē to allow himself to find a chance to fight him in close combat.

"I said, old Wangba, are you brain-dead? Since they are all deaths, why should Lao Tzu give you the exercises? Zhang He has already made up his mind to provoke this old Wang Ba, so he doesn't have any morality left when he speaks, "I said Lao Wang Ba, if you don't fight, if you don't fight, just let Lao Tzu get away, don't delay Lao Tzu's time." ”

The ideal is always so beautiful, but the reality is always so cruel, Zhang He completely forgot a little, that is, the old Wang Ba on the opposite side is a veritable thousand-year-old Wang Ba, and the salt he has eaten is really more than the food he has eaten.

Therefore, Zhang He's self-righteous plan has also become the biggest flaw in betraying him.

Although the thousand-year-old Wang Ba didn't know why Zhang He was so eager to die, the thousand-year-old Wang Ba was also keenly aware of Zhang He's intentions, and he was trying to provoke himself.

Although Lao Wang Ba is a very insulting word, after thousands of years of hard training, how can Lao Wang Ba, who has gone through countless bloody battles of life and death, care about a few innocuous insults, not to mention, in the eyes of this Lao Ba, Zhang He is always a dead man, of course, the same is true of Lily of the Valley, so why should he bother with two dead people?

Being alive is king.

Therefore, the more Zhang He wanted to provoke him, the more calm Lao Wang Ba became, "Boy, congratulations, you have chosen a good way to die for yourself, the old man will definitely meet your requirements, and the old man promises that you will definitely enjoy the torture of life and death, and then you will go to report to Lord Yama." ”

Nima, it seems that this old Wang Ba sensed his brother's intentions, and Zhang He was immediately depressed, but what made Zhang He even more depressed was that the shameless old Wang Ba didn't even say a word, so he started fighting directly.

A sword, a sword that is easy and freehand, but it is also a sword that implies murder.

With the swing of Lao Wang's eight long sword, a fierce sword aura shot towards Zhang He like lightning.

In the face of this shameless old Wang Ba, Zhang He's only reliance was only a slight and unharmed step.

Zhang He's speed was not particularly fast, but he successfully avoided the sword qi that came directly at the last moment, and the freehand footwork was really rare, which made Lao Wang Ba's eyes light up involuntarily.

The purpose of Lao Wang Ba is very simple, after continuous tentative attacks, the successful bi out of Zhang He's hole cards, and then launch a fatal blow, so, Lao Wang Ba immediately began to bombard indiscriminately.

The sword technique of the Sword Sect is only fast and unbreakable, and it is extremely powerful.

One sword, another sword, then another, and another sword.

Although Lao Wang Ba still just waved the long sword in his hand casually, the speed of the sword was extremely fast, and four sharp sword qi came out in an instant again, two swept, two straight splits, forming a big "well" character, which perfectly enveloped the two-meter range in front of Zhang He.

Nima, 10,000 grass mud horses.

Zhang He had also seen Lao Wangba's intentions, and knew that it was impossible for him to deceive this damn Lao Wangba, so Zhang He had to start a meticulous step again.

The two horizontal and two vertical sword qi, although it was almost instantaneous, but there was always a time difference, although this time difference was extremely small, and the small one was almost negligible, but under the incredulous gaze of the Sword Sect Elder, Zhang He made perfect use of this small time difference.

Taking a step to the left, he just avoided the sword qi that slashed straight at his head, and he turned sideways, and he just avoided the sword qi that followed closely, originally slashing at his left shoulder, but now it was also going straight to his head.

One step at a time, it seems to be careless, but it is subtle to the extreme, one more is too much, one less is not enough, it is just to avoid, and the grasp of the time difference is still so perfect.

Under the enthusiastic gaze of the Sword Sect's old Wang Ba, Zhang He took another step to the left at will, this time just avoiding the two sword qi that swept towards his waist.

The perfect pace and perfect time grasp made the Sword Sect Elder's heart instantly become hot.

Fuck, although I was helpless to come out this time, and I was caught in the cracks, but this trip is not a loss, as long as I get this kid's footwork cheats, my combat ability can be instantly improved by a notch.

The old Wang Ba of the Sword Sect, who was on fire in his heart, swung his long sword again.

In order to observe Zhang He's magical steps more comprehensively, the direction of the sword of the Sword Sect's old Wang Ba this time was even more tricky.

The first sword slashed directly at Zhang He's left shoulder, and the second sword swept directly to Zhang He's right waist, and it extended half a meter to the right, forcing Zhang He to dodge to the left, as for the third sword that followed, it was a sword that slashed straight down, but the calculated distance was only more than ten centimeters away from the first sword, that is, the distance between the two swords was only barely enough width for Zhang He to dodge sideways, and the time difference between the two sword qi that slashed down was only a short tenth of a second.

In this way, not only did Zhang He have to react within a tenth of a second, but Zhang He's judgment had to be terrifyingly accurate, otherwise, he would definitely be injured by the sword qi.

Not only that, but the Sword Sect Elder immediately slashed out the fourth sword.

The fourth sword was still a sword qi that swept towards Zhang He's waist, but the midpoint of the sword qi was exactly where the first sword qi was, and the width of the sword qi was more than two meters.

In other words, if Zhang He wanted to successfully avoid this sword, he would have to dodge the first and third swords sideways for a brief moment, and flash a distance of one meter to the left or right.

Perfect dodge, and perfect dodge, the old Wang Ba of the Sword Sect couldn't help but be excited, and immediately gave up the temptation and began to launch a fierce attack.

The sword qi in the sky surged in an instant, intertwining in front of Zhang He into a large net of sword qi five meters wide and three meters high, covering almost the entire passage, leaving only one last bit of space for Zhang He to dodge.

Nima, looking at the sword qi in the sky, also knew that this old Wang Ba was Zhang He, who was completely unscrewed by himself, and couldn't help but feel a deep helplessness, but alas, this old Wang Ba was unwilling to get close, so although he knew that the other party was playing with himself, Zhang He still had to act according to the other party's intentions.

A battle of grievances, battles of grievances to the extreme.

But fortunately, that damn old Wang Ba still left a little room for himself to dodge.

One step of three meters, plus a perfect sideways body, Zhang He, who was clinging to the cave wall on the right, once again successfully avoided the sword qi that came from his face.

"Boy, congratulations, you have successfully aroused the interest of the old man, so the old man plans to have a good time with you, hehe." With a sinister smile that made Zhang He so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, the old Wang Ba of the Sword Sect took out his sword again.

Instant Hundred Swords!

The hundred sword qi were once again intertwined into a terrifying sword qi net, but this time, the old king of the Sword Sect did not leave any room for Zhang He to dodge, except for the place close to the ground, there was a little gap.

The subtle and harmless step is the world-famous footwork created by the emperor's old man, and it is not just such a low-level step to dodge left and right.

The subtle and harmless step, called footwork, is actually a body method, not only the feet are like gods, but even the body is the same, so Zhang He once again made the most correct choice in an instant.

In the lightning, Zhang Hemeng leaned back, like a wooden stake that fell straight to the ground, perfectly clinging to the ground.

Although Zhang He once again made perfect use of the gap left by the sword qi, but unfortunately, this gap was too small, even though Zhang He had tried his best to shrink his chest and stomach, he was still scratched all over his body by the end of the sword qi.

The blood shot out in an instant, setting off a dense rain of blood, instantly staining the ground red, and also dying Zhang He, the sharp pain of a thousand knives made Zhang He can't help but let out a muffled snort, and Lily of the Valley was even more frightened and pale, and involuntarily let out a frightened scream.

"Good, good, hahaha." With a smug laugh, the old king of the Sword Sect took out his sword again.

Two hundred swords in an instant.

The overwhelming sword qi was once again intertwined into a big net, like a fisherman's big net of fishing, which was scattered towards Zhang He, who had not yet had time to get up.

Nima, 10,000 grass mud horses.

Zhang He, who was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, didn't care about the sharp pain like a thousand cuts, and the fierce man turned over and got up, kicked his feet, and fell backwards like an arrow from the string.

Although Zhang He once again avoided the terrifying sword net, he was also affected by the end of the sword net again.

In an instant, Zhang He's body once again had dozens of scars that were visible to the bone.

Blood rushed out again, and the rain of blood poured down again.

Nima, 10,000 grass and mud horses, if you can't think of a way, it is estimated that you will really explain it here today.

But unfortunately, before Zhang He could get along, the sword qi net of the old Wang Ba of the Sword Sect came to his face again.

Three hundred swords in an instant.

……

As time passed, although Zhang He's dodge was still extremely exquisite, but unfortunately, because the space was too limited, Zhang He couldn't completely dodge every attack, and the attack of the Sword Sect's old Wang Ba was fiercer and faster than once.

But looking at Zhang He again, he really seemed to have been cut by a thousand knives, and he couldn't find half an inch of complete skin all over his body, and the blood soaked every inch of his skin, and it also stained most of the aisles red.

Although Hongmeng Pregnant God is very strong, but it can't turn Zhang He into no steel, let alone make Zhang He lose his ability to perceive.

The blood was raging, the pain was unbearable, and under the double torture of excessive blood loss and the severe pain of a thousand cuts, Zhang He's dodge had slowed down significantly, but the attack of the Sword Sect's old Wang Ba continued.

After holding on for another moment, Zhang He felt that he was really about to be tortured to death.

The large amount of blood loss made Zhang He feel extremely weak, and he was even about to pass out; The whole body, without an inch of complete skin, made Zhang He almost incapacitated.

Looking at Zhang He, who was obviously at the end of the crossbow and was about to completely lose his ability to resist, the old Wang Ba of the Sword Sect finally lost his interest in continuing to play, and said with murderous intent again, "Boy, hand over the cheats, otherwise, die." As he spoke, the momentum on the Sword Sect's old Wang Ba's body suddenly became as fierce as a sword.

Is it finally time to make a killing move? Is my brother going to die after all? Aduo, I'm sorry I couldn't save you; Jingyan, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you will have to raise the child in your belly alone; Bayi, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to make up for the wedding you want; Butterfly Dance, I'm sorry,......

The precarious form made Zhang He feel a burst of sadness involuntarily, and his thoughts involuntarily began to fly.

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