"What the hell is going on?" Zongtian picked up the much lighter gun from the ground, "You don't want me to be a self-detonator, do you?" ”

"Exploding soldiers? You don't seem to be hurt, do you? In the face of Zongtian's complaints, Cheng Fang didn't care much, and compared to Cheng Fang's scarred appearance, Zongtian at this time was indeed not injured.

"So they're really hurt?"

Zongtian's words immediately made the two change their positions, and Cheng Fang, who was speechless, actually showed a distracted look.

"What's wrong with me?" It's just that something I didn't expect was that this distraction made Cheng Fang wake up, "I was only spared by relying on my rough skin and thick flesh, what do I have to be kind?" ”

"And you, isn't it good to be powerful? And now you know what kind of efforts we have made to seal such a sword pattern, right? ”

"I'm just complaining casually, and what do you mean by sealing the sword pattern?"

Although Zongtian really doesn't have the capital to complain, but when it comes to his own life, he has to say more.

"Don't you feel that this weapon requires a little too much soul energy?"

"Of course, there is."

"So in order to use it more quickly, there are already a lot of soul energy stored in those sword patterns, but how much can be stored, you need to ask the water dragon, but ......"

"But?" Uncertainty is enough for Zongtian's headache, and this just makes Zongtian's eyebrows twitch a little.

"The soul tempering in the weapon is naturally the strength of the water dragon, and as the leader, he is naturally the one who is the most injured, so it's probably too late to ask your question."

Storing soul energy is such a thing, naturally it is better than nothing, and since everything has become impossible, then the most important thing for Zongtian to do at this time is to continue to try.

It's just that the power of that gun has reached such a point, and the significance of the target doesn't seem to be much, so this time Zongtian just made all the psychological preparations and sent the soul energy into the gun, but nothing happened?

"What's the situation?" As a swordsmith, Zongtian obviously understood the operation of the sword pattern, but at this time, he only felt that he was blowing a leaky balloon.

"What's going on?" Cheng Fang, who had long been a little impatient, directly snatched the gun in Zongtian's hand, but when he turned the gun, some shocking scars made him understand what Zongtian was talking about.

"It's an experimental supply, after all." This time, Cheng Fang didn't hide it, he directly showed the damage in front of Zongtian.

"So, that's all the test can do here?"

"That's all there is to it."

Looking at Cheng Fang's depressed appearance, Zongtian naturally didn't say anything, but just looking at the power of this experiment, that gun might really be able to save his life at a critical moment.

Seeing that time was running out, Zong Tian could only rush to the doctor and blindly learn some marksmanship. However, there was something to do to relieve his mood, and the blade that he was gradually used to using also gave him some confidence in his heart.

With the sunrise, the messenger of the lord of the city once again visited Zongtian's residence, and Zongtian once again embarked on his journey.

The same process, the same arena, and even the audience are not much different, but the opponents at this time are not the same.

"Looks like you're ready." Looking at the extra blades in Zongtian's hand, Chonghachi's face actually showed a peaceful smile.

"That's natural, but you, don't seem to think you're going to lose." Juhachi's appearance turned out to be exactly the same as the last time he saw him, and he didn't even wear a pair of shoes with his feet at this time.

"I'm sure you'll know in a moment about this mysterious confidence, and you can now simply understand that my fight is different from yours."

Although he said this, after listening to Zongtian's words, Jupachi also looked down at his slippers, which were completely out of place, but his remedy was to throw them away.

"So, can you just get started?" After doing this, Jupachi completely became eager to try, but Zongtian didn't look like he was in a hurry.

"I have a question."

"You say." After saying such words, Juhachi also had to put down his fist.

"If I'm not mistaken, you were supposed to be talking about a challenge last time, right?"

"It should be." Although he recalled it, Jupachi didn't have much impression of such details.

"Since it's a challenge, then we shouldn't be a death match at this time, right?"

"What's the difference? Do you think this battle can be over? ”

There was a faint red in Chongba's eyes, and that red seemed to carry some suppressed anger, as well as the taste of choosing people to eat.

"Naturally, there are still differences, but it's not the one you said."

Compared with Chongba, Zongtian is naturally much calmer, and this appearance also makes the other party more impatient.

"Then you say."

After all, it is a rare prey in front of him, and he can endure it even if he is heavy.

"I want to raise the ante."

"Bets?"

Such an answer is indeed somewhat unexpected, but for the two who don't have much hatred, this answer is reasonable.

"What do you want?"

"Pearl."

"Pearl? That's my most valuable possession, but why should I bet with you? ”

"You even asked why?" Zongtian showed an incredulous expression, "I thought you wouldn't care about these details at all, except for fighting. ”

"It doesn't really mean much to me, but I don't want to be fooled."

The red in Jupachi's eyes was thick again, but he had to continue to hold back.

"You're not wrong to say that." Zongtian thought for a moment, "Then I'll also bet with you with my most valuable things." ”

"Your most valuable thing? Then you might as well take it out and take a look. "Chonghachi obviously doesn't believe that Zongtian has anything equivalent to a Horcrux, and Zongtian naturally can't directly expose the secret that may cause death.

"My most valuable thing, you've seen it a long time ago." Zongtian paused, "That's my life." ”

"Jokes? Maybe your life is valuable to you, but that's for you. ”

"No, it should be valuable to you." In the face of Chongba's answer, Zongtian showed a puzzled expression, "It is because of gambling my life that I will seize all possible opportunities to live, and you may usher in a truly incisive battle." ”

"Sounds good." Listening to Zongtian's words, Chongba's pupils shrank slightly, and his fists clenched again.

"So, do you want to bet?"

As if urging, the spear in Zongtian's hand slammed into the ground. And in the muffled sound that reverberates, Jupachi is like a trapped beast. His feet weren't moving, but his muscles were all shaking.

However, the uncomfortable posture only appeared for a moment, and Juhachi immediately calmed down. Maybe it's not calm, at this time, Juhachi just hung his head as if he had exhausted his physical strength.

"Bet, why not?"

It was like muttering to yourself, but it was enough to hear it.

Such words made the heavy spear of the pestle in the sky, and the body of the spear actually sank into the ground, a full third of its length. As soon as he touched his waist, Zongtian still chose his familiar weapon first, and that familiar feeling also gave Zongtian the confidence to go straight to the battlefield.

Just as Zongtian was striding forward, Chongba also rushed over, but in the face of the weapon in Zongtian's hand, he still looked bare-handed.

Although the battle at this time is a little unfair, how can a battle that blocks lives be stalled because of such a thing.

It's been too long since I've used the attack I'm good at, and in the face of such an opportunity, Zongtian also put the white blade in front of him, and the black blade is hidden behind his back. But it wasn't a trite anymore, for the flames and death were already attached to the blade as if they were substance.

Zongtian struggled to swing his white blade, while Chongpachi struggled to swing his fist. There was no hesitation on either side, and the knife and flesh collided with a loud bang.

Looking at the place where the fist touched the blade, Zongtian's brows furrowed, although the blade did hurt the other party, but the injury was a little too shallow.

"I want to ......" A cruel smile just appeared on Shigehachi's face, but it froze instantly. Just like Jiang He, who had been injured by Zongtian before, Chongba's injured fist also began to swell strangely, and this appearance also made him take a step back.

"I see." Looking at his deteriorating hand, Juhachi didn't seem to care too much, "Excessive life can become a burden." ”

However, Chongba's indifference is obviously capital, after all, he didn't faint at this time.

Faced with such a look, Zongtian naturally didn't dare to relax in any way, but what he didn't expect was that Chongba, who was standing in front of him, actually clenched his fists again.

However, because of the swelling in his hand, Chongba's fist was a little clenched, and in the face of such a situation, he only increased the strength of his hand. Under the increasing pressure, the swollen hand exploded directly.

"It's a lot better that way." As if there was no pain at all, Jupachi just looked at his scarred hand with satisfaction, and Zongtian also found that those hideous wounds were recovering extremely quickly.

Could this be the hole card of the heavy eight? However, at this time, Zongtian didn't have time to think about it, rather than waiting for the other party to recover, it was obviously a better choice to pursue the victory.

Once again, he swung his white blade with all his might, and it was still Chongbachi's scarred right fist that greeted Zongtian, but this attack was not just a temptation.