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The purple gold dragon python died tragically. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The remnant sword was dying, and he was seriously wounded.

Although he had been mentally prepared for a long time, when the real ending appeared in front of his eyes, Ye Zhen still couldn't believe it, and he didn't even dare to easily approach the body and sit cross-legged, as if he was using the remnant sword to heal his wounds.

"Judging from the extent and scale of the destruction of the canyon, the battle between the remnant sword and the giant python is definitely not short, and it is really not easy to force a generation of sword saint remnant sword into this situation." Ye Zhen peeked at the remnant sword meditating in the ruins from a distance, and frowned thoughtfully: "Last night's battle was so tragic, both sides must have done their best, but I don't know if I make a sneak attack now, after he reacts, how much combat power can he exert?" ”

It's not that Ye Zhen is timid, but he knows very well that he has a few catties and a few taels, once the old guy is not seriously injured or can also send a frequent fatal blow, wouldn't he be killing himself by leaning over?

After all, his small life is not as hard as the Purple Gold Dragon Python, and people can carry the Sword Saint's tens of thousands of swords to stand still, and once he encounters a close blow from the Remnant Sword, he is afraid that without a second blow, the Remnant Sword can ask for Ye Zhen's small life with one finger.

What's more, NPCs, like players, can't have a level of intelligence comparable to beast-like monsters, and who knows if this won't be a trap for the Remnant Sword?

However, even though he was jealous in his heart, and the speed of his heartbeat was also greatly doubled, Ye Zhen still chose to step forward, and cautiously approached the remnant sword who was meditating and exercising, "No matter, such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if I don't seize it to eliminate this old horseman in one fell swoop, I don't know how long he will pester me, I can only take a risk!" ”

In order to get rid of the pursuit of the remnant sword, and for the sake of the peace of the future, Ye Zhen had no choice, the remnant sword swore that he would break his body into thousands of pieces and scatter the ashes, but since he didn't want to die, then he had to let the remnant sword crush his bones and scatter ashes.

The canyon in the early morning is quiet and melodious, but due to the big battle last night, it is full of devastation at this time, with cracks and potholes everywhere, and there is a sad picture everywhere you see, even the red light that erupts out can't dispel the cold breath in it.

Inside the ruins, Ye Zhen was approaching the remnant sword step by step, and with each step forward, he would look up at the Sword Venerable who was sitting motionless on his knees, carefully observing whether the latter had any subtle changes in his face or body movements, so as not to fall for the plot.

Not only that, in order to test whether the six senses of the remnant sword were still as sensitive as usual, Ye Zhen not only did not activate the stealth skill, but let his body be exposed and approached with a big grin, and even deliberately stepped on the branches on the soles of his feet, so that the sound of "crunching" suddenly echoed in the silent canyon where the needle could be heard.

However, no matter how Ye Scar pretended, the remnant sword sitting cross-legged seemed to be an old monk who had settled down, deaf to the sounds of the outside world, and I didn't know whether he was deliberately pretending not to hear to attract Ye Scar to take the bait, or whether he was seriously injured and his hearing was severely impaired, or even if he heard the sound, he couldn't do anything.

Although some clues can be inferred from the battlefield in the canyon, after all, the game time has ended, and it can be said that it is impossible for anyone except the warring parties to know what the battle process is like, what happened during the battle, and what the current state of the remnant sword is.

Of course, this did not affect Ye Zhen's determination to continue to move forward, no matter whether the remnant sword was injured or not, it was a big trouble to keep this old immortal who hated him to the core, even if he escaped back to Loulan, but he did not dare to guarantee that the remnant sword would chase all the way or even chase into the city of freedom, directly threatening all the activities he would carry out next.

Think about it, if Ye Zhen is in the battle for the treasure chest, or when he is fighting with a tricky enemy, he suddenly kills such a bad star, then what kind of treasure chest does he need to rob, he will only hate his parents for having two legs!

As soon as he thought of this, the killing intent in Ye Zhen's pupils seemed to be about to turn into a blade with a real surname, and when he was close to the remnant sword 10 meters away, the blood-red and bewitching blade of good and evil had already appeared in his hand.

"Huh... What are the mist emanating from him, there are hands and feet, and there are also ...... on the top of his head" As soon as he came to within 10 meters of the remnant sword, Ye Zhen suddenly discovered a phenomenon that was easy to ignore, at this time, around the remnant sword body sitting on the ground, there was a large amount of thin white mist, at first glance, it looked like a sauna, not only the folded forehead was covered with sweat, but even the palms that turned up seemed to be sweating.

Dressed in white, the beard and eyebrows are all white, so if you don't get close, it's easy to overlook the thin mist that is also white.

"What is he doing, pretending to be a ghost?" Muttering, Ye Zhen seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "By the way, isn't this the same as those martial arts masters in the TV series who heal their injuries, people are just hot on their shoulders, but this old guy is even hot on the top of his head, it seems that he is really injured." ”

After seeing this scene, Ye Zhen was in a big mood, and even his pace suddenly became faster, shooting like an offline arrow towards the motionless sword like zazen.

"Thunder Strike!"

Almost without hesitation, Ye Zhen activated the strongest output skill he had, and while rushing towards the remnant sword, the blade of the Blade of Good and Evil also began to condense a thunderous blow with five times the damage.

However, Ye Zhen only cared about calculating the condensation time and attack distance, but for a while he ignored the remnant sword like a dead man, he didn't know that the moment he entered the five meters range of the remnant sword body, this sword saint like a Buddha statue, his eyebrows jumped upward, as if he was cramping, and the green tendons on his forehead suddenly bulged like a dragon, and they appeared in the air.

However, what is a little strange is that although the remnant sword obviously sensed the abnormality, his tightly closed eyes still did not move at all, and he never opened them from beginning to end, and his face seemed to be indifferent, but the blue tendons on his forehead betrayed him again.

Of course, unless he can stand up immediately to meet the enemy, otherwise, not to mention that Ye Jian didn't notice the subtle movements of the remnant sword just now, even if the remnant sword suddenly opened his eyes and stared at himself, Ye Zhen, who was already on the string, could only fight with all his strength, and issued this long-condensed big move in his hand, either he gave the remnant sword a pleasure, or the remnant sword gave him a pleasure!

(To be continued)