"Yushu, you're probably a little too over-trusted!"

The dead leaves that had survived the winter on the branches of the trees were all knocked out by the waves of qi set off by the two of them.

The wind is stronger.

The snow doesn't stop.

The two are like two sculptures standing in the wasteland.

The cloud pressure is lower.

The weather that had been rejuvenating became unusually cold again.

Look around

Thousands of miles are gray and white.

In the winter of Dingxi, there are no insects and birds.

The light of day is almost at its end.

The remaining few beams are still shining.

The two have been fighting for a long time.

The people in this altar gradually felt exhausted, so they stood on the staff and said on the ground.

His abdomen secretly adjusted a mouthful of dantian qi and dispersed to the meridians of his limbs.

The already slightly sore joints and muscles were rejuvenated.

But this dissatisfaction is not just for self-regulation.

So far, Zhang Xuexue has not opened even a single square of the white bone fan in the battle.

Just by using the fan bones on the side, he blocked all his attacks.

There was no longer any snow in the area around the two of them.

Even the soil on the ground has been turned over like a plough in spring.

"White bone fan, white bone fan. The corpse mountain and the sea of blood flipped over. ”

"One fan is miserable, two fans are not peaceful in the world, there is no insect sound after three fans, and four fans are not seen by the world. ”

"Do you really want me to open the fan?"

Zhang Xuezhu played with the fan pendant and gently kneaded it.

He regretted sending the paperweights away.

But he also knew that paperweights alone could not protect against the might of the court staff.

The person on the other side was silent.

He tightened his teeth, picked up the staff and slammed it into his lower abdomen.

"Poof......

A mouthful of blood spurted out more than half a foot.

"Break the yuan and mention Gang. ”

One of the forbidden techniques.

The caster cultivates a small dantian in his own dantian, the so-called unique cave.

When the Yuan in the Origin Dantian has been drained and the caster is short of Qi and blood, the small Dantian is filled with essence blood that is more powerful than the Origin Dantian, which is called Gang.

It is generally used as a desperate counterattack when the road encounters a strong enemy.

But he obviously didn't reach the point of breaking the yuan and raising the gang.

Zhang Xuejiu did not kill him.

But he actually took the initiative to smash his dantian with the court staff, in order to stimulate the gang in the small dantian in exchange for stronger combat power.

"Is it really so important to beat me?"

"So that you can give up all the cherishing and belief in your heart, and the capital to move forward for a lifetime?"

Zhang Xuejiu couldn't help but think of the days when he followed the first court master.

At that time, the altar court could be described as fair and fair.

Faithfully observe, witness, and record everything that happens in this world.

There is no difference between dignity and inferiority in each rank, only the division of labor.

Although the court owner is nominally the lord of the court, he is actually the same as the court, with no privileges and no arrogance.

But I don't know when it began, and the altar court became so greedy.

The court owner is like an emperor, and there is a world of difference between the upper and lower levels due to their different ranks.

In order to ascend to the throne, there was a partisan dispute within the altar.

In Zhang Xuezhi's eyes, these are things that should not happen and have no reason to happen.

The altar court, which was originally transcendent, has now been reduced to intrigue and power struggle with small secular countries. So much so that the old man of the altar court was completely disappointed, and he cut off all thoughts and left the altar.

Now, a mainstay of the altar court is forcibly breaking the yuan in front of him.

Just to get a false name of "I defeated the strongest court order in the past".

The dantian of a warrior is the foundation of life.

broke the dantian, and he couldn't make an inch of progress for the rest of his life.

"Now, I'm qualified enough for you to open the fan!"

He wiped the blood from his mouth and resumed his staff.

"Enough ......"

Zhang Xuezhu's face couldn't bear it, and his lips squirmed for a long time before he spit out these two words.

Zhang Xuezhu slapped the white bone with a snort.

The left hand is changing one mysterious finger print after another.

"Greed, giant, Lu, and literature. ”

"Honest, martial, broken. ”

Seven branches of the white bone fan flew out in an instant.

Seven white bones with purple qi lingering in the fan were transformed from the fan, all wearing armor and holding sharp swords, and rushed forward.

The person on the other side was not afraid of the strange and powerful enemy on the way, but showed excitement on his face.

The horse squatted and swept the staff vigorously.

This staff is still the same old trick as before.

But now that the angel will come out, there is a third color between heaven and earth, in addition to gray and white.

Green.

Cyan is the most likely color to give people a sense of tranquility and stability.

But through this layer of gentleness, it is indeed an endless blood-colored killing machine.

This Dao Qing actually took the initiative after breaking away from the court staff

It's like a dragon, like a phoenix.

With a flick of the tail of the Qingguang Dragon, it directly smashed the two white bone warriors.

Then he opened his mouth and swallowed two.

Then the dragon's body expanded dramatically, and together with the remaining three statues, it turned into a little brilliance and scattered in all directions.

"It's miserable, but that's it. Hahaha!"

Seeing that he blocked Zhang Xuexue's first blow.

The man smiled wickedly.

Then his legs were crossed over the bottom of the tent and he wrapped himself around the staff like a snake.

His time was running out.

"Sacrifice one's own blow! Become one with the court staff, and use your only remaining gang to unleash a powerful blow. ”

Like fireworks, after the glory is decay.

Zhang Xuezhu indifferently looked at the "human staff" that struck at him. ”

The left index finger is a little in the void.

Circles and ripples appeared in this space, and then they were frozen again.

The "human staff" stopped in the air and could not advance or retreat.

"The gap between you and me can't be flattened by breaking the yuan and raising gang. But ......"

Zhang Xuezhu opened all the white bone fans in his hands with a "swish".

The pace under his feet is swaying, and he secretly coincides with the extraterrestrial map.

"Beidou is added, Ziwei sits in the palace!

One shot out.

All the way.

The whole earth cracked like water.

Straight to the point where the eye is out of reach.

The man looked at Zhang Xuexuan.

I found that he still did not show the slightest tiredness.

knew that even this one didn't consume much of his strength.

Maybe it's just the next door to peace and harmony.

"You're ......"

"I got it......"

A wave of despair rose from the bottom of his heart.

It is deeper than the despair that cannot be saved after breaking the yuan.

When you feel like you're just a little bit off your opponent, you're jealous, you're going to be scornful, you're going to catch up.

When you know you're a big difference from your opponent, you'll take a gamble, you'll break through the south wall and never look back.

But when you know that you and your opponent are worlds apart, the difference between clouds and mud, you will despair, your heart will be like stagnant water, and you will be eroded by the cold from the inside out.

Zhang Xuexue collected his index finger.

Without blocking, the opponent's sacrificial blow hit him squarely on the left shoulder.

Then it fell to the ground like mud.

"You've hit me after all. You should be content too......"

I don't know if it's a delusion or a fact.

After hearing this, he slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Xuexue put away the white bone fan, and gently swiped towards the ground, and the land was lowered evenly.

Zhang Xuezhu gently put the person in. He also put the staff at the east end, facing the altar and the court.

The gate of Dingxi Palace.

The newly renovated gate of the palace was tightly closed at the moment.

The fresh and shiny copper doornails on it reflected the warm winter sun, shooting like a sword into the eyes of everyone who looked at it.

The stingers blocked with their hands and unconsciously shrunk their necks.

Ren Yang came to the door.

Wearing that ragged jacket.

Carrying that fishing sword.

With that little boy.

"Hehe, this door nail is so bright! It's just right to fry a few and take them back to play with marbles!"

Ren Yang's grandson stepped forward as he spoke.

Ren Yang watched quietly and did not stop him.

The boy pulled out a birdcage-like object from the fish basket he was carrying.

It was tied to a rope made of steel wire, half the thickness of his arm.

The "birdcage" drooped downward.

It's like clothes that have been wet by the rain.

The child lifted the steel rope and shook it gently, and the "birdcage" suddenly became energetic.

From the top down, there are circles of short knives, like fried hedgehogs.

He looked at the five doors, and seemed to be choosing which one had the most beautiful nails and the most suitable for making lists.

But it didn't seem to be the best one in the opposite place, so I couldn't help but be a little irritable, and turned my inquiring gaze to my grandfather.

Ren Yang smiled slightly, letting him mess around.

The little boy threw the "birdcage" a little angrily, threw it over the high courtyard wall, and then snapped on the door from the inside.

This door panel was much thicker than the bones of his body combined, and he actually pierced through it at once.

The boy put the rope on his back and pulled it out like a ox plowing the field.

Looking at the posture, it seems that he wants to pull down all the façades of this Dingxi Palace.

"Alright, alright, if only you liked to take the two of you. Why destroy this court, you know, this court is like a man's face. The courtyard of the Dingxi King's Mansion is the face of the King of Dingxi. If you ruin the face of King Dingxi, what do you think he will do?"

Ren Yang said as he put his grandson's head on his head.

"He's going to go crazy with rage, and he's going to kill me. ”

Xiao Tong said, his head shifted to the side, and he broke away from his grandfather's hand and continued to pull hard towards the previous life.

Ren Yang has nothing to say to this grandson except for his doting eyes.

"Bang!"

The door that was blocked by the "birdcage" was dragged off from the inside, flew out, and smashed half of the high eaves of the courtyard.

"Dingxi Palace"

Only two of the four words remain.

"Alas......"

Ren Yang shook his head and sighed.

"I'm sorry, Huo Wang. I really don't want to be your enemy, I just want to visit an old friend. But now, even what I'm saying is just a matter of words. ”

He is not a troublemaker, but trouble always follows him.

This is true from young to old.

In the territory of King Anton.

He just heard that King Anton's newly married concubine was the first beauty on the coast of the East China Sea, which can be described as a heavenly fragrance.

I couldn't help but want to take a look.

He swore just to take a look.

After all, no one has missed this in this life, but if you don't feast your eyes on it, it's really a big regret in life.

It's a pity that King Anton is not a generous person.

But no man would lend his woman to others at will.

One of the five doors of the East and West Palaces has been opened.

Ren Yang didn't go in again, so he simply sat down cross-legged on the spot.

glanced at the sergeants who were frantically pouring towards the door of the house.

I glanced at the direction of the gate of the Dingxi King City.

One last glance at his grandson, who was using a short knife to lift the door nails one by one.

Then silently untie the sword and line that had been wrapped around the fishing rod.