Although it had been dead for a long time, the body of the previous owner of the pudding had not decomposed, and was standing there almost intact.

"It" is tall and burly, with extremely broad shoulders, and standing there like a mountain peak in front of Zhang Xiaotian, it is full of oppression.

Zhang Xiaotian stretched out his left hand, ready to put it into the space ring.

At this time, the anomaly abruptly began.

Just as Zhang Xiaotian's left hand was about to touch the corpse, the corpse suddenly shook, suddenly took a step, a fist was raised straight, the heavens and the earth changed, the earth shook, the void collapsed, forming a black corridor-like crack, extending to his fist, like a passage connecting the boundary between life and death, the road to the Yellow Spring that runs through hell and mortal world!

it! This-

Zhang Xiaotian wanted to scold, what happened to the corpses now, they were not lying down well, and they were always moving around what to do.

Can you die a good death?

complained in his heart, the reaction in his hand was not slow, and the long sword leisurely drew an arc, as if it had existed here for eternity, giving people a sense of longevity.

The fist burst out, and the right fist of the corpse became unbelievably larger, like a small mountain, filling all Zhang Xiaotian's sight, except for the bony, strong and hard fist, there was nothing to see!

Countless heavy breaths converged, together with the surrounding spatial cracks, thunder, hurricanes, and the collapsed void, converging on the fist, turning into a real "mountain", pressing the surrounding void squeak, staggering, and pressing the solid ground to make a tooth-sore sound, cracking and sinking down!

The terrifying fist was majestic and heavy, as if flying from the sky, not only pressing on Zhang Xiaotian's heart, making him tremble inexplicably, unable to avoid it, and turning into "reality" and pressing on his body.

Zhang Xiaotian's face was calm, but he didn't have any fear, but still followed the trajectory of the sword momentum.

The distance between the two sides suddenly disappeared in this instant!

The sword light seems to be slow, but in fact it is extremely fast, like a light lit up, life is fast, death is fast, life is a white horse passing through the gap, in an instant to spread infinite beauty, brilliant life.

This is a sword move created by Zhang Xiaotian after fusing the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique with the Extreme Speed Sword Momentum, called - White Horse Passing Gap.

The sword light turned uncertainly, breaking a path through the fist of the corpse, and everywhere it passed, time froze, the colors faded, and everything was like a slow motion shot on black and white film.

The fist stagnated in mid-air, highlighting Zhang Xiaotian's sword faster and faster, or it is more appropriate to say that, because the sword was too fast, it seemed that the fist seemed to be solidified.

Buzz——!

The void shook suddenly.

Above the fist, a mountain peak appeared that connected the sky and the ground, majestic and majestic, so heavy that cracks appeared on the ground, which seemed to be unbearable and was about to collapse, and this mountain peak was in line with the fist, and the right fist was inseparable from each other, pressing towards Zhang Xiaotian.

The incomparably "heavy" broke the limit of how fast and slow time can be, and the mountain returned to its normal speed and fell.

This is the weight that time can't escape, and the sword momentum shatters inch by inch, disintegrating into tiny points of light.

Zhang Xiaotian held his head high and watched his fist continue to fall, the hand holding the sword was not affected in the slightest, it was still as steady as Mount Tai, and his eyes were calm and natural.

The power of this punch is indeed huge, but it is a dead man who uses "it"!

In Zhang Xiaotian's opinion, this punch is too stiff, with boundless power, but it has lost its agility, there is only a falling trajectory, and there is no follow-up.

If it weren't for the thunder, cracks, and hurricanes around him, Zhang Xiaotian felt that he could easily avoid it, and even now, he would have a way to deal with it.

The fist turned into a mountain, towering and heavy, pressing Zhang Xiaotian's body; A thunderous hurricane surrounded him, sealing all his dodge paths.

It seems that there is no way to escape, only to be crushed into flesh by fists.

At this moment, his footsteps suddenly moved to the left and behind, a very small step, and it was almost impossible to see the moving step.

Then he took another step forward to the right, just as subtle.

Then, side back, up right, left bottom ......

Zhang Xiaotian kept moving in an extremely small range, and his figure was blurred.

It's not to dodge, it's to sense, to calculate, to sense the change of the punch above, to sense the trajectory of the punch, to calculate the power node in it, to calculate the time it takes for the punch to reach the top of your head.

Here it comes!

A fine light flashed in Zhang Xiaotian's eyes, and in his calm eyes, his pupils began to contract, and his gaze seemed to be condensed.

At the moment when the fist was pressing, his whole body disappeared.

Rumble!

The fist poured down on the ground, and a large chunk of dirt seemed to disappear out of thin air, and a huge crater appeared in the ground.

Affected by the force of the shock, the corpse floated high, and the long black hair flew, surrounded by thunder, hurricanes, and spatial cracks, like gods and demons descending.

Obviously, the powerful thunder, hurricanes, and spatial cracks hit the corpse, but they were like illusory, penetrating out, and they were powerless.

Brush!

Zhang Xiaotian's figure appeared in the same place again, and the limit of his stay in the world of the lying statue was three breaths, and if he did not come out after three breaths, he would be rejected by the rules of the avenue of the world of the lying statue - he would be directly "driven out".

So in order not to waste time, he dodged at the last moment when his fist was about to end, and it was also a master of art who was bold, once such a calculation was wrong, it would be a situation of death.

Zhang Xiaotian stepped on the void with his feet, floating under the deep pit on the ground, as if blending with heaven and earth, his figure was indescribably tall, revealing a strange charm like a god and a demon, and his momentum was not inferior to the corpse above.

He slowly raised his arm, and the thousand machines turned straight to the sky, and the momentum that had been accumulated in his body for a long time was like a wave, surging out wave after wave.

In the eyes of the pudding who was jumping around in a hurry, Zhang Xiaotian's figure suddenly became majestic and tall, as if it filled the entire heaven and earth, like a god, Buddha, and immortal saint descending into the world.

The eyes are clear and deep, contradictory, and an indescribable charm naturally emanates, and the already handsome face carries a bit of sacredness and unfathomability.

"Since you've dug a hole for yourself, then-"

"Let's go down!"

The momentum rose to the extreme in the blink of an eye, and the long sword raised high finally slashed, and a sword light pulled away, the vicissitudes of life were far away, looking down on life, and the public was ruthless - order.

No, it is not a simple order, in which there is not only "domination", but also "transformation".

The "Order Sword Technique" is integrated into the "Beidou Sword Technique", all the sword momentum is constantly transforming, the last moment it is still the Qinglian Sword Song, the next moment it can become the Thunder Tribulation Sword Technique, the first moment it is still the misty sword technique, and the next moment it turns into a white horse through the gap......

Every moment, every moment, every sword trick is changing, but under the guidance of the "Order Sword Intent", it is orderly, and there is no sense of chaos at all.

(End of chapter)