If it were an ordinary person, a situation like this where his chest was flattened would definitely be dead and he couldn't die anymore, but Zhang Jianfeng and Deadwood Daoist were both monks, so with this kind of injury, both of them could still hold on and stay awake.

The Deadwood Daoist quickly got up from the ground, for fear of being attacked by Zhang Jianfeng, he stared at Zhang Jianfeng on the opposite side.

I saw Zhang Jianfeng's figure flash, and he appeared opposite the deadwood Daoist again.

The Deadwood Dao Elder frowned, the blood in his mouth did not stop, and he said angrily: "I didn't expect you to use this self-harming method to fight me, don't you feel sorry for the Dao Fa that you have cultivated for many years?

Hearing these words, Zhang Jianfeng sneered: "My heart was already dead when you killed my fiancée, so I don't care about anything but revenge, even if it's my life, I don't care!"

"Crazy! Crazy! Sure enough, crazy!" Deadwood Daoist couldn't have imagined that he was seriously injured by a person whose cultivation was weaker than himself.

"A madman is a madman!haha! Deadwood Daoist, let's die together!" Zhang Jianfeng roared angrily, and the whole person turned into an afterimage again, hitting Deadwood Daoist again.

The ensuing battle was fierce, and both men ended up with almost the same injuries.

The Deadwood Daoist punched Zhang Jianfeng's right arm, while Zhang Jianfeng punched the Deadwood Daoist in the left arm.

The two of them, whether it was an arm or a leg, were almost all injured by Zhang Jianfeng first, and the deadwood Taoist was injured later.

However, both of them are scarred.

The deadwood Taoist is afraid, he is really afraid, this Zhang Jianfeng, this madman, his lifeless style of play is really heartbreaking.

Zhang Jianfeng didn't want to live, but the deadwood Taoist wanted to live.

No matter what, if a monk can cultivate to the Jindan realm and the Yuanying realm, he is a powerful being.

If you don't die today, what awaits the Deadwood Dao Master will be nearly two thousand years of life, which is enough for the Deadwood Dao Master to do anything.

And the most important thing now, their Bishan faction is preparing a secret activity, and Du Yuexuan, the head of the Bishan faction, has already led a large number of powerful Yuan Infant Stage monks to the designated place.

If this secret plan succeeds, then their Bishan Sect will send a faction into the Heavenly Realm, and no one knows what kind of place the Heavenly Realm is.

But no matter which monk it is, I'm afraid that the only hope is to cultivate into an immortal and fly into the heavenly realm.

And now, this secret plan of the Bishan Sect is related to this, if you can enter the Heavenly Realm to cultivate, I am afraid that the road after the Dead Wood Dao Chang may be even farther.

Becoming a god and becoming an immortal, that is the time of supreme glory.

But it backfired, and the Deadwood Daoist was about to die with a madman.

"Unwilling!

The Deadwood Road Chief stood crookedly on the ground, his right leg bent inward, and his left arm swinging vertically downward, already useless.

From time to time, the Deadwood Daoist also spit out two bloods, and his eyes were full of begging for mercy, wanting to stop the fight with Zhang Jianfeng.

Looking at Zhang Jianfeng again, he was no better, his left leg and right arm were useless, but in his eyes, there was no intention to pray to stop fighting.

In Zhang Jianfeng's eyes, he could see the resolute gaze, he must make a life-and-death decision with the Deadwood Daoist!

Unconsciously, the momentum of the two was slowly changing.

In the competition, momentum and determination are also the most important, Zhang Jianfeng and Deadwood Dao Chang, one wants the other party to die, and the other wants to escape and survive, so that Zhang Jianfeng gradually gained the upper hand in adversity.

The two collided several more times, and from head to toe, they were almost completely skinless, and bright blood flowed quickly from the two of them.

After a long battle, Zhang Jianfeng and Deadwood Dao Chang were already close to the end.

The entire cave fell into a brief silence.

After the silence, with two loud sounds, two red rays quickly slashed through the void, as if cutting the entire heaven and earth in half.

The two red rays were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they collided together.

Rumble!

The red rays collided, and immediately made an earth-shattering sound.

After the sound, two blood-colored figures flew upside down in the flutter, and finally fell to the ground with a heavy impact.

At first glance, it was Zhang Jianfeng who had the upper hand.

Because, Zhang Jianfeng's punch had already shattered the head of the deadwood Daoist.

On the corpse of the Deadwood Dao Chief, there was no head, and the Yin Spirit in the Dead Wood Dao Chief's head was not spared, and it was not able to escape, and it also turned into nothingness under Zhang Jianfeng's blow.

At this point, the deadwood Taoist finally died, and Zhang Jianfeng's revenge could be regarded as revenge.

In this final duel, although Zhang Jianfeng completely killed the Deadwood Daoist, Zhang Jianfeng's situation was not much better, because the Deadwood Daoist's last punch directly shattered Zhang Jianfeng's heart.

At this time, Zhang Jianfeng had a huge blood hole in his chest, and he was lying on the ground weakly, his eyes had lost consciousness.

"Big brother!"

Seeing this, Zhang Zichen in the distance immediately turned into a colored light and appeared beside Zhang Jianfeng, looking at Zhang Jianfeng, who was seriously injured, but he didn't know what to do.

"Senior brother!" Zhang Zichen's tears burst out of his eyes, this is a senior brother who grew up with him, the senior brother who has always taken care of him growing up, how could Zhang Zichen bear to watch Zhang Jianfeng die.

But because of the scheming of the Deadwood Daoist just now, Zhang Zichen and He Huimin had already sworn that they could not help.

Several times, seeing Zhang Jianfeng seriously injured, Zhang Zichen wanted to rush out to save the senior brother, but was stopped by He Huimin.

And this time, the showdown came so suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, the two had collided together, which made Zhang Zichen unable to bend forward to help.

Otherwise, Zhang Zichen would rather die by himself than watch his senior brother die.

This qiē came too suddenly, and Zhang Zichen regretted that he hadn't rescued Zhang Jianfeng earlier.

"Senior brother, senior brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have stood by and watched the battle, I should have helped earlier, so you wouldn't have died......"

Zhang Zichen knelt next to Zhang Jianfeng, bursting into tears, he hated himself.

This cry and call seemed to make Zhang Jianfeng have a trace of consciousness, his eyes blinked, and he took a soft breath.

However, Zhang Jianfeng, who has no heart, no heartbeat even if he breathes.

Now Zhang Jianfeng, what supports him to live is only the trace of true qi in his dantian and the yin spirit in his head.