Not the best kendo master, Zhong Zhen has a lot of distance compared to Wei Shang, and he is definitely inferior to many high-level sword cultivators of the Firmament Sword Sect. But what she lacks is courage and the momentum to win.

Passing through layers of shattered rocks and slicing through the flesh that was already not much intact, she did not dodge, like a general destined to never return in the battlefield.

The long sword had not yet touched the stone, and the aura at the front had already smashed it, and the face in the smoke had been soaked in dust and blood, and the original face could not be seen, but a pair of round eyes were big, black and shiny, so deep that they could not see the deep pool below.

Yuanwu Ancestor was attacked by a large amount of Yin Qi, and the person was already half-crazy, but there was not even the slightest scar on his body.

He looked at Zhong Zhen who rushed over, but for some reason the little senior sister who had been dead for thousands of years suddenly came to his mind. The little senior sister looked at him with eyes full of sadness, as if she was complaining wordlessly: You pushed me into the devil's mouth, why are you so inhumane, why don't you live and die with me?

Yuan Wu laughed and yelled: "I must live, I have a clear conscience." In this world, only yourself is the most important, and everything else is fleeting. If you're dead, never come back! ”

As soon as these words came out, the demons in front of him disappeared a lot, and he suddenly sobered up a little, as the ancestor of the sect, countless years of self-cultivation allowed him to rein in his former edge, and became majestic and self-restrained, but at this moment, he returned to the wanton spirit of the Jindan period and the Yuan infant period.

All around him was a thick yin qi, and he looked up to the sky again and smiled, and the layers of broken stones by Zhong Zhen could not hide his wild laughter. "I have killed countless people, and today I was plotted by a little trick of an ant. Hahahaha, even if you fight to the death, it's just an egg hitting a stone. Suffer death! ”

The distance slowly narrowed, fifty zhang, thirty zhang Yuan Wu was waiting, he waited for Zhong Zhen to come closer, and then shattered her into tens of millions of pieces in the bloodiest way. The madness in my heart needs to be cleansed with blood, little senior sister, who made you this demon cultivator remind me of my little senior sister.

Even so, in this life, I only want to kill mercilessly, everyone is dead, and I want to live!

However, when he saw the bloody face of this woman, there was a momentum that would never return, and he couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart. The chill on his back rose again, no. Her sword wasn't in her hand, it was somewhere else.

The place she wants to kill is not her chest, but her head.

This demon cultivator is good at the attack of the Yuan Shen, Yuan Wu suddenly woke up, stepped out, and retreated twenty zhang away, but opened the distance. He no longer waited for the other party to rush to him, and immediately swung the long sword in his hand.

A sword that shattered the sky, a sword shadow more than ten zhang high, and the fierce sword intent covering the entire sky, this was the momentum of the Transformation Period, and any Yuanying Monk could not even send out the aura under such a momentum, so he could only wait to die.

Just as Hu Feice faced Mu Qingsong at the beginning, he was defeated without a sword, he was pressed by the momentum of the sword intent, the aura was limited to his body, and the sword could only spit out a few feet outside the sword.

However, Zhong Zhen was not suppressed by her momentum, and her momentum was almost not weaker than Yuan Wu.

The desperate final blow still missed. The sword in her hand is a false move, and the real killing move is a large number of magic weapons urged by demonic energy, and it goes straight to the sea of consciousness of Yuan Wu.

Yuan Wu stepped back again to avoid it, this old thing with rat guts was so alert. Zhong Zhen was so puzzled that she almost wanted to roar and cry. The invincible way of killing the enemy in the past did not work in the hands of this person. Every time he almost beat him, the magic weapon urged by the demonic qi was almost next to his head, but this person always escaped at the last moment.

Zhong Zhen was in great pain, she deeply understood a fact that she had known before, immortal cultivators did not like to fight in close quarters, because there would be too many accidents. Some people blew up Jindan, some people blew up Yuanying, and the means of ending up together are too much to prevent. If you want to win steadily, you must stand in the distance and slowly consume the opponent to death.

I'm afraid this is the last chance, and it will be Yuan Wu's earth-shattering sword that will come head-on. If she rushed to block the sword, she would surely die.

Others may not be able to think that the unity of man and sword can only move forward bravely, and the sword mountain and sea of fire in front of him will also have to collide head-on, and his body will be shattered. However, she is a fake demon cultivator, with a pair of wings that are already extremely skillful.

All you need to do is retract one wing and flick the other wing against the wind to instantly change direction.

Zhong Zhen's plan is to fight to the death with Yuanwu Ancestor, which literally means: You die, I live.

but not all together.

It is not yet time for the end of the group.

There is only one possibility for rushing forward so blindly: I am dead, and you continue to get away.

She immediately turned around, what kind of person is a sword unity, let's leave it to you sword cultivators to play. When he came, he was turbulent, and when he went, he was like a lost dog, Zhong Zhen quickly threw out two mountains, and urged countless defensive magic weapons, and was bombarded by Yuan Wu more than ten miles away again.

This time the injury was even more serious, and there was no bone in the whole body that was good.

The vestments had long since become fragments, and the flesh was rolled up like pork on a cutting board.

It's a loss that Yuanwu has always been a long-range attack, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand it even once. I suffered three times, and each time it was more difficult than the other.

However, she never expected that this would be the last blow she could withstand.

At this moment, he couldn't even move a finger, the cartilage in his wings was completely broken, his spiritual energy was exhausted, and he couldn't even use the air stepping technique, and the whole person fell from the air to the ground.

I've thought about all kinds of ways to die, but I didn't think that I would fall to death, and I thought that I could have the last bit of strength, at least fight to the end!

It's a big loss.

Zhong Zhen didn't even have the strength to smile bitterly.

She wasn't unconscious this time, and the pain was so intense that it didn't make her pass out. Enjoying the bitterness, she faintly felt a little proud, the seventh order seemed to be much stronger than the sixth order, and she was able to carry three moves with the cultivator of the Transformation Period.

Almost killed him a few times.

This old thing is really fatal.

The body fell sharply into the clouds, except for the whistling sound of the wind in his ears, there was a sense of tranquility.

It seemed that it was night, and the people of Yunzhi County all blew out the oil lamps and planned to cover the quilt to sleep.

Grandma can sing songs to put children to sleep, but she sings very little, Zhong Zhen doesn't remember it at this time, it is a very small thing.

She seems to remember that it is very similar to Lin Zhiqi's singing, and it is completely different from the fat aunt next door, "Mother's baby, close your eyes, sleep and sleep until you are big, one day at a time, marry a daughter-in-law and honor your mother" and the like, completely different.

Grandma's song Zhong Zhen pulled her almost immobile face, smiled slightly, and at this last moment, sporadic sentences and half sentences suddenly flashed in her mind

They say I am the ocean, and they say that there is an infinite treasure in my depths.

If I were the ocean,

My baby

You are the dance on the waves, the music of the waves, the rarest treasure of the sea

(To be continued.) )