Looking at Zhang Ang, his father, Zhang Lang forced himself to be ruthless.

"I've wronged you..."

With a fierce wave of Fang Tian's halberd in his hand, Zhang Ang was suddenly slapped out and landed on the wall in the distance, blood flowing.

Enduring the pain in his body, Zhang Ang supported his body and wanted to stand up, but found that he had lost any strength.

Resist, can't do it.

I have to say that this is the sorrow of the weak.

Looking at Zhang Ang's miserable appearance, Zhang Lang was indifferent, just looking at the air with a solemn face.

"Chen Qing, the one who broke the boundary, Chaos... Hehe, is it finally here? ”

With a sneer, Zhang Lang clenched Fang Tian's halberd, looking at the figure in the air, and the killing intent was revealed. Chen Qing, this variable, he will kill it.

Let thousands of years of preparation be ruined, he, damn it.

Without Chen Qing, he still has more than fifty support for the Immortal Emperor.

It is as easy as pie to destroy the heavenly court.

"Before killing Zhang Haotian... Let me get you out of the way first. ”

Muttering such a sentence in his mouth, Zhang Lang suddenly threw everything away in his heart, today, he is going to use the extreme power of this world to torture and kill Chen Qing.

"Snort..."

The Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand suddenly moved, and Zhang Ang knew that this was Chen Qing's mental power.

But he is a fifth-order master, is his strength as strong?

With a sharp wave of his right hand, an invisible wave spread out from Fang Tian's painting halberd, rushing towards the master of the telekinesis.

"Poof..."

A cloud of blood mist suddenly bloomed.

Zhang Lang looked at the piece of blood in the air suspiciously, a little at a loss.

"No way, he can't just die."

Just now, he just used an ordinary mental attack, although it was very powerful, but he controlled the force very well, and basically it would not hurt people's lives.

But how could Chen Qing suddenly burst and become a cloud of blood mist?

Whoosh!!

Just as he was thinking about it, the figure of the Dao of Demand instantly surrounded Zhang Lang, and immediately after, one after another sword rain rushed from all directions and shot towards Zhang Lang.

Facing countless long swords, Zhang Lang suddenly realized, and chuckled: "It turned out to be a doppelganger, it's just a small path, but that's it!" ”

The Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand instantly became an afterimage, knocking down all the long swords flying in one by one.

Zhang Lang was already sweating profusely, after all, he was not an Immortal Emperor now, but an ordinary sixth-order master, with so much use, so much strength, he was also tired enough.

Panting heavily, the fighting spirit in Zhang Lang's heart became more and more solemn, looking around, he shouted: "Chen Qing, if you have the ability, come out and fight with me, sweat in the sun like a man!" ”

There was a hint of sarcasm in his words that would make any man angry when he heard it.

But Chen Qing was still unmoved.

"This friend, if you have a friend from afar, you can't say anything, so let me entertain you well."

Chen Qinglang, who was secret, said.

Then, with a wave of his hand, all the long swords under Zhang Lang's body instantly returned the same way.

In a wave of the hand.

The more than 400 doppelgangers behind him rushed over with long swords.

Seeing that the opponent was coming from all directions, Zhang Lang shook his shoulders indifferently, "Since you have many doppelgangers... Just let me kill a few more. ”

Before the four hundred clones could approach him, the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand rushed out, with tremendous power, penetrating the chests of one blood clan after another.

Blood stained the tiles on the floor.

In the distance, seeing Zhang Lang's murderous appearance, Chen Qing touched his chin and thought thoughtfully.

With a wave of his hand, the blood in the dantian turned into pillars of blood and rushed towards the dead clones, resurrecting them instantly.

Blood, Zhang Ang has.

But most of them are ordinary fierce beasts, and they are suitable for restoring blood, and it is a little reluctant to use them to break through cultivation.

"It's so nice to be surrounded by my 400 doppelgangers... This can only show one problem, that person is not just a fifth-order feeling, but more likely a sixth-order master. ”

"Sixth-order master, it's only a matter of time before you defeat all my clones... It's easy to even kill me... It's time to change that ability. ”

After calmly analyzing the form in front of him, Chen Qing said with a smile.

With his eyes still on the scene of Zhang Lang's killing, Chen Qing said word by word: "Gear back!" ”

When the words fell, the scene in front of him quickly regressed, instantly returning to the moment when Zhang Lang defeated Zhang Ang.

Rollback!!

This is the ability that Chen Qing made a wish for, not so much a rollback, but an archive.

It has two capabilities.

The first is to archive one's own state, which can be retraced after half an hour, and all aspects of the body are archived back to all the conditions.

The side effect is a reduction in life expectancy by half a year.

The second ability is space-time archiving.

After archiving, you can rewind after half an hour and return to that time and space for half an hour. This ability is very powerful, very strange, and has transcended time and space, to the point of interfering with them.

The side effect is a reduction in life expectancy by ten years.

For Chen Qing, there are no side effects at all, because he has an infinite lifespan and is immortal.

Buckle casually.

Let me die in the end, count you as good.

Looking at Zhang Lang again, the wings behind Chen Qing fluttered and rushed over.

On the way, he came directly to activate the ability.

Archive space-time.

The two knives in his hand were already in his hands, and the power of two thousand tons burst down.

"Bang..."

Zhang Lang couldn't dodge, so he could only rely on his years of combat experience to subconsciously raise Fang Tian's halberd.

Hit is heavy.

It's a pity that the strength is insufficient.

Zhang Lang lightly sighed, and Chen Qing's whole person suddenly flew out.

How could Zhang Lang let go of such an opportunity.

Use both hands and feet.

rushed towards Chen Qing, who was about to be knocked out of the air.

"Puff puff..."

Palm after palm, kick after kick.

In an instant, Chen Qing was actually attacked more than ten times.

"Poof..."

Zhang Lang saw the opportunity, clenched his right hand into a fist, and waved it violently.

Chen Qing's whole person flew out directly.

Blood spurted from his mouth, staining his sky red.

With a press on his legs, Chen Qing landed on the building on the side, looking at Zhang Lang, his eyes full of vigilance.

Too strong, this man was literally born to fight.

One move and one style, it is completely subconscious.

The fast speed can be said to be a conditioned reflex.

"That's right, use you to increase my combat experience."

When cleaning up zombies, Chen Qing also fought many times.

In the twenty years of waiting, Chen Qing has been fighting every day.

As soon as Zhang Lang fights, all his combat experience is vulnerable and full of flaws in front of him.

Just a small flaw, Zhang Lang could instantly beat him without the power to fight back.

"Rollback!"

At this time, Zhang Lang had already digested and rushed over, and the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand was magnificent.

Just as his attack was about to appear, Chen Qing said unhurriedly.

Go back in time and return to the moment when Chen Qing rushed away like Zhang Kang.

With a hint of joy in his eyes, Chen Qing clenched the two swords in his hand and rushed over in a different posture.

Fight, fight.

Non-stop fighting.

He didn't believe that he kept losing.