"Crazy!" Even the woman in the red dress who was forcibly sealing the warrior surnamed Yu with the "Sealing Array" couldn't help but exclaim when she saw this.

Although the woman in the red dress was in a state of battle, the soul power of the array mage was already much stronger than that of ordinary martial artists, and the scene where Zhong Zihao's long sword penetrated through the body and injured the young man of the iron tower was of course in full view of her.

In fact, she was also a little anxious, although the martial artist surnamed Yu was sealed into the formation by him, she couldn't last long at this time. If Zhong Zihao's side can't turn the tide of the battle, her choice is only to escape.

Another thing that surprised her was the killer shadow.

This black shadow that suddenly appeared like a ghost should be a killer, but the other party was able to escape the detection of his soul power, which was very surprising to her. If he was from the hostile camp, she shuddered just thinking about it.

The woman in the red dress didn't care about the identity of the killer shadow and why he appeared to help the black-robed young man, as if these things could no longer cause a ripple in her heart.

Yu Bi and the killer shadow are still in a stalemate, and neither side dares to act rashly. Yu Bi is strong in strength, and Killer Shadow is good at stealth and extremely fast, if he finds an opportunity, it is not impossible to kill the former.

And Zhong Zihao, in the incomprehensible gaze of the young man in the iron tower, quickly withdrew the long sword with a "brush" and inserted it into the lower abdomen again. This time, because the young man of the tower was on guard, he moved his body to the side a few inches in advance, and reduced some of the damage as much as possible.

"Drink!"

Zhong Zihao pulled out the sword for the second time as if he didn't know the pain, and seeing that he shot again without hesitation, the young man in the iron tower finally changed color, and the true yuan poured into his arms spit out, and suddenly threw out the black-robed young man in his arms.

"Hula Hula ......"

The young man of the iron tower stepped back a few feet, and after taking a few breaths fiercely, he immediately took out a healing pill from the storage ring and took it, and then sat down cross-legged to exercise, he wanted to stop the bleeding for himself first.

Maybe in his subconscious, his life is much more precious than the madman just now, in addition to being more ruthless than himself, how can his identity and strength be compared to the disciple of Broken Love Mountain?

What's more, he was thrown out by himself at the moment with only half a life left, and it was impossible for him to pose a threat to himself, and his vigilance was suddenly relaxed.

Zhong Zihao's body rolled on the ground several times before stopping, but after he turned over and sat up, he did not immediately look for pills to heal his injuries, but stretched out his palm to dock the fracture of his left arm, and then Zhenyuan surged, and most of the swollen blood was dispersed in a moment.

Then, a hideous smile appeared on his handsome face, and a small vial of liquid filled with the rich breath of life was poured down by him.

Looking up at the strong man of the iron tower not far away, Zhong Zihao's eyes were sharp, and his confidence in killing the other party was unprecedentedly high: Although my strength is a step worse than yours, if you want to compare with me who is not afraid of death and recovers faster than others, it is simply a fool's dream.

The fountain of life entered the abdomen, and the two sword wounds that had been pierced by the sword of the slashing god were quickly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye. After running the True Yuan in the body for a few more weeks, even the broken arm was able to start moving.

The Fountain of Life is a treasure of healing, taking one drop, multiple injuries can be recovered, taking three drops, can restore the old man in the twilight, if you take ten drops, you can rejuvenate and increase longevity.

Although Zhong Zihao's injuries did not reach the point of dying, this thing had just drunk a small bottle of the fountain of life, so how could it be okay to recover the little injuries he had received before?

More than ten breaths passed, and under the incredulous gaze of the young man in the iron tower, Zhong Zihao resolutely got up and slowly approached the former with the sword of the slashing god.

The young man of the iron tower was shocked, and he couldn't care about the injury that was still bleeding in his lower abdomen, and when his eyes fell on Zhong Zihao's seemingly full body, he said suspiciously: "You...... Aren't you hurt?"

Zhong Zihao was silent, put the sword into the storage ring, and said proudly: "Since you are a physical cultivator, then I will send you on the road in the way of physical cultivation." ”

After that, the Infinite Xuantian Sutra was running at full strength, and under the infusion of majestic Yuan Force, he raised his momentum to the peak state.

"Whew......"

Stepping out of the wandering step, Zhong Zihao's figure turned into a streamer and swept out, crossing a distance of more than ten zhang in an instant, his right fist clenched, like a fierce beast out of trouble, and shot down fiercely at the young man in the iron tower.

"Hmph! ”

Not to be outdone, the same True Yuan skyrocketed, and everywhere his fist passed, the air was brought up by a series of explosions from the impact of extreme speed.

"Bang!"

The fists intersected, and the ground under the feet of the two of them continued to collapse like paper paste, and countless cracks the thickness of the arms appeared in an instant, extending into the distance.

"Bang ......"

The two of them fisted to the flesh, and as soon as Pu fought, they became a ball, and they couldn't tell how many moves they attacked.

"Poof...... Bang!"

Zhong Zihao was punched in the shoulder, and a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, but he didn't know, his body bowed, and his long-standing left fist hit the sword wound in the lower abdomen of the young man in the tower. His strategy is to trade injuries for injuries and fight for his life.

"Poof......

The two of them flew upside down and landed heavily on the ground, causing a cloud of earth and rocks to fly.

When Zhong Zihao was repulsed, a few drops of unknown liquid appeared in his hand again, and he threw it into his mouth without looking.

As soon as he landed, he flew back at a faster speed than when he was backwards, and the person was still in the air, and a large handprint covering the sky suddenly condensed out.

"Turn the sky upside down!"

As soon as the young man of the tower got up from the place where he fell, he saw the terrifying handprint pressing down in the air, and he had to reluctantly gather the few True Yuan infusions in his body and slam them out with two palms supporting the sky.

"Rumble...... Boom!"

The true yuan was agitated, and all the soil and stones within a radius of dozens of zhang turned into powder, and the position where the young man of the tower was standing had already turned into a palm-shaped pit.

Zhong Zihao landed on the ground, looked at the dying strong man of the iron tower, and couldn't help but flash a sigh in his heart. It stands to reason that there is still a certain gap between his strength and his predecessor, and even in his heyday, during the fight with the tower youth, his injuries are much more serious than those of the other party.

In this battle, the reason why he was able to win was only by relying on the healing treasure of the fountain of life and the water of life, and with it as the support of the foundation, he dared to fight with the other party.

If you don't have such a miracle medicine, even if you do everything you can, it won't be easy to defeat the other party.

And the young people of the tower are also unwilling. He couldn't figure out why the kid had become vigorous again in a short period of time, especially the opponent's left arm, which he clearly remembered that he had broken, but when the two of them fought again, the left arm, which he had neglected, dealt a fatal blow to him.

The punch that Zhong Zihao struck out with his left hand hit the sword wound in the lower abdomen of the young man of the Iron Tower, causing fatal damage to him, and it was also this punch that laid the foundation for the victory of the battle.