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I don't know what happened, blood splashed on Zhao Chunliang's face.

Zhao Chunliang felt that the blood was very warm, although the smell was very strong, but he felt a little comfortable.

Zhao Chunliang glanced down at Bai Zhien, who was no longer alive, and felt very happy in his heart, and then felt inexplicably sad.

He wondered why there were two contradictory emotions in his heart, the happy mood seemed to be happy because he had killed someone, and the sad mood was also sad because he had killed someone.

He wanted to kill himself, he killed him, was there anything wrong?

Zhao Chunliang frowned slightly, he felt that the sad emotion in his heart made him very depressed, so the joy of killing Bai Zhien was diluted a lot.

Chen Houde stood in place and did not make any moves at this time, because Bai Zhien was already dead, and Yang Wanjian was still eyeing him.

It's a pity that Bai Zhien died.

Chen Houde felt that if Bai Zhien could listen to his words and give up killing Zhao Chunliang, then he would not die.

He noticed what Zhao Chunliang had done when Zhao Chunliang mobilized the iron sheet that was randomly thrown on the ground, and then he looked at the reminder, and then he saw that the iron sheet turned into a silver sword in the air.

Bai Zhien had at least a second or so to escape, but he didn't, he still insisted on cutting down that sword, so Bai Zhien died.

"It seems that the prophecy is right, you are really a disaster star from the sky!" Chen Houde's face was unprecedentedly solemn, he looked at Zhao Chunliang and said, "Your appearance means an innate calamity, and in just a few hours, more than a dozen innate and a heaven-conquering martial artist have died at your hands, it seems that all my illusions about you are meaningless, you are bound to die, and you will die here." ”

"Be careful." Yang Wanjian suddenly opened his mouth to remind.

That's when it happened.

Bang!!

With a muffled sound, Yang Wanjian suddenly flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

Zhao Chunliang stood in place with wide eyes.

What just happened?

"You should be glad that this is the first time in so many years that I have shown myself like this." An eerie smile appeared on Chen Houde's face, and then, his hair began to flutter.

Previously, his hair fluttered because of the cyclone around him, but this time there was no cyclone, and his hair fluttered.

"What's going on?" Zhao Chunliang looked at Chen Houde in surprise.

"The third stage of the innate master." Yang Wanjian stood up from the ground, stared at Chen Houde and said, "I didn't expect that you have already taken that step, it seems that he and I have underestimated you." ”

"You forced me." Chen Houde's face began to become hideous, and his body began to change.

The black hair on that end turned into white hair in an instant.

All white! The white one is not variegated at all.

His hair was windless and automatic, and his whole person began to age a little bit from a middle-aged man, and the skin on his body became dry little by little, and then age spots gradually appeared on his face.

Although he didn't know what was going on, Zhao Chunliang would definitely not watch Chen Houde transform.

He has always felt that those cartoons on TV are, and it takes more than ten or twenty seconds to change his body, and then those bad guys just stand in place and wait for others to finish transforming, this is simply brain-dead, if you take advantage of the transformation to directly kill the other party, then there will be nothing?

The Emperor Sword turned into a cold light and flew towards Chen Houde with a roar, and Zhao Chunliang himself also launched it almost at the same time.

It's just that as soon as Zhao Chunliang started, he stopped.

Clang.

The imperial sword was grabbed by Chen Houde.

"It's a strange sword." Chen Houde stared at Zhao Chunliang and grinned.

The white teeth before that time turned completely yellow at this time, and then, Zhao Chunliang saw that Chen Houde raised his other hand and grabbed it on the imperial sword.

The next scene subverted Zhao Chunliang's perception of the world.

I saw Chen Houde slam his hands in the middle.

The sharp imperial sword was directly pressed into a cake.

Zhao Chunliang's body shook suddenly.

He and the Emperor Sword completely lost contact, and the internal orbit of the Emperor Sword was completely shattered by this beat, and then Chen Houde slowly kneaded it up, and kneaded the Emperor Sword into a ball little by little!

That's right, the sharp imperial sword turned into a ball.

A ball about the size of a ping-pong ball.

Chen Houde looked at Zhao Chunliang, smiled slightly, and flicked his fingers.

Airplanes!

A sound of breaking through the sound barrier sounded, and then, a stream of blood donation gushed out from Zhao Chunliang's shoulder.

Zhao Chunliang's body shook violently, and a bloody mouth appeared on his shoulder, and the door of a shop behind him was completely shattered.

"This!!"

Zhao Chunliang couldn't find an adjective to describe the scene in front of him.

"The third stage of the innate master has gone beyond the scope of the innate master, they don't need to mobilize the qi between heaven and earth, but turn to thought!"

Yang Wanjian walked to Zhao Chunliang's side, looked at Chen Houde with a solemn face, and continued, "However, the process of turning into thoughts requires the consumption of spiritual power accumulated over several years, and the body will age in an instant, and now Chen Houde's appearance is probably the normal aging of human beings for two hundred and fifty years. ”

"Read?" Zhao Chunliang asked in surprise, "What is that?" ”

"The reason why an innate martial artist can control qi and attract spiritual power, and spirit is also the foundation of a congenital martial artist, when a congenital martial artist's perception of heaven and earth, the control of qi reaches a certain level, there will be thoughts, and the simple understanding is that they no longer need to use spiritual power to control qi attacks, they can directly use spiritual power to attack." Yang Wanjian said.

"I'm grass, mental attack? You're not kidding me, are you? Zhao Chunliang exclaimed.

"Of the thousands of innate martial artists, ten of them can reach the second stage, which is already great, and the hundred innate martial artists who have reached the second stage will not be able to go to the third stage to generate thoughts, this is the real one, one in ten thousand masters." Yang Wanjian said.

"In layman's terms." Zhao Chunliang said.

"If there is no accident, you and I are doomed." Yang Wanjian said simply.

“…”

Talking here, Yang Wanjian's transformation over there has also been completed.

At this time, Yang Wanjian looked like he was exactly two people just now.

His hair was not only gray, but completely gray and dull.

His face was covered with age spots, and he looked like an old man on the verge of death, but his eyes were extremely bright.

His whole person has shrunk about two times compared to just now, and he was close to one meter eight in height before, but now he is only less than one meter six, and he is even more skinny.

"So how are we going to fight?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"Judging from the breath of his body, he should have forced his way into the third stage somehow." Yang Wanjian looked at Chen Houde intently and said, "So, we should still fight, as long as it drags on long enough and completely consumes his spiritual power, then at that time, we will have a chance." ”

"I see, let's do it!" Zhao Chunliang nodded vigorously, and suddenly there was a loud bang, Zhao Chunliang spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and the whole person flew upside down, completely smashing the window of a shop more than ten meters away.

"What the hell is this hairy!" Zhao Chunliang rushed out of the broken window.

The clothes on his stomach were completely shattered, and a frightened basin-sized bruise appeared on Zhao Chunliang's stomach.

Yang Wanjian didn't speak, in fact, when Zhao Chunliang flew out upside down, he had already come to Chen Houde with a small flag in his hand.

His speed reached an unbelievable level, and almost at the moment when Zhao Chunliang flew out, as soon as he moved, he arrived in front of Chen Houde.

Then, Yang Wanjian smashed the small flag in his hand towards Chen Houde.

This smash seems simple, but the crazy raging air in the air proves that this smash is not simple.

The huge qi hit Chen Houde's body like a missile.

Chen Houde's feet sank down again.

Rumble!!!

A large pit with a diameter of more than ten meters and a depth of more than one meter appeared at Chen Houde's feet.

Chen Houde raised his head and looked at the small flag that was pressing on his head, as if he didn't feel any pressure or pain.

Suddenly, as if suppressed by some force, the little flag began to tremble violently.

Yang Wanjian tried hard to pull out the small flag, but the little flag couldn't move at all

Squeak.

The little flag twisted violently.

Yang Wanjian's face changed, he grabbed a certain position on the flagpole, and then jerked it out.

A turquoise long sword was pulled out of the flagpole by Yang Wanjian.

"Yang Wanjian, carry the Divine Soldier Zhanqing Sword with you, I will say where is this Zhanqing Sword, it was originally hidden here." Chen Houde looked at Yang Wanjian with a cruel smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the turquoise long sword that Yang Wanjian had received.

Yang Wanjian didn't dodge, he stabbed Zhan Qingjian forward, and then suddenly shook.

Countless sword flowers appeared in front of Yang Wanjian.

This cyan sword flower pressed towards Chen Houde in an overwhelming manner

Chen Houde didn't dodge or dodge, just opened his mouth and shouted a word.

Drink!!

Rumble!!

The countless sword flowers all burst into flames in the air, and then Chen Houde's hand grabbed in the void.

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

The sword body of Zhan Qingjian once again appeared in front of Yang Wanjian and Chen Houde.

Multiply!

A sound that seemed as if meat had fallen onto a hot piece of iron came from Chen Houde's hand.

Chen Houde's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly let go of his hand and took a step back.

This step made Chen Houde withdraw ten meters away.

Chen Houde looked at the terrifying, pitch-black wound on his hand in surprise.

On the Zhanqing Sword, there is a poison!