The sword rises, the sword comes out, and the halberd is horizontal.

A moment of silence is the prelude to the burst, a moment of bursting is the prelude to a fierce battle, the combination of swords and halberds, the transformation of the two of them into reality and reality, taking turns to assume the role of strength and speed, although the cooperation at the beginning is still a little rusty, but under the pressure of Luo Yu, that rustiness quickly faded and became a tacit understanding.

"He's irritating us."

This is really an unbelievable fact, Pang Zhi and Yinxue have been able to hold out until now, not because of their tacit understanding of rapid improvement, but because Luo Yu did not make a killing move, but now, no matter what reason the other party did not go all out before, now is the time to make a move.

With a turn of mind, the two tacitly made a move, and the brilliant silver halberd danced wildly, bringing snow waterfalls and silver waves, the beacon fire was thirty years long, stirring the unpredictable providence, and the Moon Clan's god of war was added to the cold body, attracting the peak of the Proud Peak to be immortal, and the two blended with each other, and the power was doubled, and in an instant, the Luo throat was frozen in it.

“…… Defend! ”

Pang Zhi's eyes moved, and the words that had already reached his mouth turned into other words, and at the same time, he had already raised his long sword, and the martial idiot made a desperate move, hiding everything, and fused the change of ten thousand styles with one move, and received a blow from Wu Jun.

One move to take over, but it is an earth-shattering power, even if Pang Zhi's moves are varied, and he uses his power to the limit, after all, he can't eliminate this extreme blow, after a burst of explosion, his body flies outward, and the silver blood on the other side is not comfortable, even if Pang Zhi shares a lot of damage, he also flies out.

"Not bad."

This is not a mockery, but an objective evaluation of the strong, although in the sense of a supervisor, such words are enough to be said to be ridiculed, enough to make people stand up again on the back of anger.

"Poof!"

Silverblood struggled to get up, but in the end, it could only be attributed to a mouthful of blood spurting out of his throat.

"To be honest, if the killing intent you exude from your body can be reduced a little, then I will accept your praise even more." Pang Zhi stood up with his sword, he was deliberately knocked away by the attack just now, and only by doing so could he reduce the damage he received.

As a result, in addition to the intensification of internal injuries, the pain in the arm has become invisible, and the bones in the body seem to be broken.

Now should be the time to use that secret technique, the battle spirit emanating from the opponent's body is constantly increasing, if there is another round, the other party should no longer show mercy to the current subordinates. Moreover, the situation of both of them is very bad now, even if the other party continues to release water, the chance of surviving until the next wave of recovery is very low.

But.

"I'm sorry, I need to be willful."

"The next move, if I do the next move, then I think I have the qualifications to talk to you."

Maybe it's because I'm infected, I'm a swordsman after all, not that bastard-like garbage, nor a magic stick abundant in thunderbolts, words have never been my strong point, and they are transmitted through words, not through the sword.

Maybe he realized his mistake, no matter how much he thought the plan would succeed, but at this moment he knew that if he didn't show his strength, then he was not qualified to talk to the other party.

There is no qualification to convey one's own words to the other person's heart.

"Well, heroes always have to be treated like heroes."

Tsk tsk.

A moment of killing intent, the surging feeling of the abyss-like demon source, even if it has not yet been contacted, the body has a feeling that the heart is grabbed, as if as long as the other party gently pinchs, his heart will burst.

But.

"Silver-blooded brother, step aside, you can see how happy I am at this moment."

Helpless, as a warrior, Silver Blood knew that when another warrior showed consciousness, he would never be able to disturb him, so he retreated, but he didn't leave, even if he admitted Pang Zhi's enlightenment, it didn't mean that he would watch Pang Zhi die like this.

Ji Du slashed, Luo Yu stepped forward, the extreme demon source surged, and the power of splitting the sky and slashing the gods was fully displayed at this moment.

The beacon fire burned, Pang Zhi took out the sword, not internal force, not magic, not projection, the simple heart at that time, the heart sword learned from Ye Xiaochai, reproduced in his own way.

Great magic is an inherent enchantment.

It's not the magic of creation, it's not the magic of change, it's the magic of showing, the magic of showing your heart.

"Heaven and Star."

"Heart Sword, No Regrets."

The strongest, the extreme, and finally the conflict shook the heavens and the earth, and everything was darkened.

"Kamijo-kun, I hope you can do me a favor and help save a world."

"Well, but my current homework."

Although he's a good person.,A good person who seems to be synonymous with a good person by others.,But Shangjo Danma is still an ordinary high school student.,Especially in the school park city, it's still a high school student who doesn't study much.,So he has the most common pain of high school students-homework.。

Is it more important than the safety of the whole world?

In fact, for many people, this is the case, thinking that the so-called safety of the world is too vague and does not feel real, and the so-called saving the world is basically the routine of the middle two and the cult.

"Well, I have a friend who is in trouble and needs your ability to help solve the problem."

Although she has saved the world, and although she has saved many people, Kamijo Danma is not the kind of purebred Madonna who will reach out when she sees anyone.

So, when Chiaki Nanami showed him the power of the Super Learning Machine, he agreed.

Compared with the communication of the seven seas, Pang Zhi's side is much worse.

When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had changed drastically, it was no longer the ancestral land of the Moon Clan that he had fought before, there was a black decoration around him, and he was lying on a bed.

At the same time, he felt that he had lost a lot of weight, and the reason for the loss should be.

"My right arm."

The arm that was supposed to extend from the right shoulder was gone, and there was still a heavy gauze wrapped around the right shoulder, telling himself what a terrible wound it had been.

"Your Excellency, the Lord has said, when you wake up, please go to him, he is interested in hearing from you."

Although pretending to be dead and pretending to be in pain is also a way, but it has come to this point, and there is not much need to pretend like this, and his own sword has already made it clear what he wants to say, so as long as he sees him.

"First, I know the truth about Tiandu at the beginning, the history of you being slandered."

"Second, I know the whereabouts of the descendants of your original friends."

"Third, I know who you're looking for with the eye of the dragon."

"You!"

One of you, three points of surprise, seven points of doubt. If this guy was a participant in the original event, or the recorder, then he claimed that it was normal, he probably knew the information, but what was his purpose?

"It should be said that I have only one purpose, I want to see the true face of Wujun."

The martial monarch who saves the world, the tyrant who destroys the world, the evil ghost who takes revenge, and the helpless hero. Each one is him, and each one is not him, Pang Zhi wants to see with his own eyes what one of his favorite characters in Thunderbolt is like, wants to accompany him on a journey, and wants to stop him from doing things that go against his heart.