Zhan Wufang knew that the opponent in front of him was very difficult to deal with, but since the other party identified him, he had to fight, although in the dark, his divine sense could still clearly capture the opponent's every move, so he attacked without hesitation. It was only when he got close to the spirit master that he felt that something was wrong, although the other party attacked the piece of metal he threw out, he didn't really use all his strength, and used a kind www.biquge.info of whirling power, which means that the opponent's attack would change direction the moment it hit the metal block, and the direction of rotation turned out to be the direction he pounced.

Zhan Wusheng suddenly understood that the other party knew his plan to lure the enemy from the beginning, but the other party would plan it. But at this moment, the strength of the battle has been exhausted, and it is impossible to turn halfway. Whatever the outcome, he had to pounce. In his divine sense, he caught a faint shadow of the wind, it was the sword of the spirit master, and there was not even a trace of wind in the darkness.

Obviously, this guy is an extremely insidious person, bullying Zhan Wusheng and also can't see anything in the dark, but he doesn't know that although Zhan Wusheng doesn't have any aura fluctuations on his body, he has a faint divine sense, this divine sense is completely different from the rules of this world, even his spiritual sense can't detect Zhan Wusheng's divine sense, but the scope of Zhan Wusheng's divine consciousness is too small, but he can still clearly capture the trajectory of that sword blade.

The mid-waist knife of the "Ding ......" Battle Deadless Hand was thrown out, spinning in the air like a windmill to draw a very strange arc. The direction of the waist knife is the direction of the spirit sword in the spirit master's hand.

The speed of the waist knife was faster than that of Zhan Wuxing, blocking the blade of the sword in advance, and at this time, the two short spears on Zhan Wuxing's back blasted out like dragons out of the sea in the process of rotation and acceleration, and the two short spears were spliced into a long spear at the moment of explosion.

The spirit master was shocked in his heart, Zhan Wusheng was able to capture the trajectory of his spirit sword in the dark, that is to say, the other party was almost as ignorant of the existence of the night as him, although this opponent did not have spiritual power fluctuations on his body, he was not an easy guy to deal with.

The sword in the spirit master's hand stirred in the void like disturbing water, as if forming a vortex in the void, instantly unloading the rotation of the waist knife of Zhan Wuxing, the waist knife slid by his side like a loach, and his sword just stopped for a moment and swung it again, this time not slashing at Zhan Wuxing, but at the spear in Zhan Wulife's hand.

The spearman who was lifeless in battle, there was a sound of wind and thunder in the place where he passed, and he didn't dare to despise it, his original offensive was interrupted by the act of abandoning the sword in battle, and now he was slightly passive, so he had to break the battle lifeless shot first. Otherwise, one inch long and one inch stronger, his spirit sword has not yet fallen on the body of Zhan Wuxian, and the spear of Zhan Wuxian may pierce his chest, and he, as a spirit master, does not dare to take this risk.

"When ......" a soft sound like a bell rang, the body of the battle lifeless spear trembled suddenly, and it seemed to deviate from the spirit master's side under the impact of the spirit sword.

Continuously breaking the impact of the Zhan Wuxian rotating waist knife and the spear, the power of the spirit sword was almost exhausted, and the spirit master didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and he realized that something was wrong, because the moment the Zhan Wuxian spear stabbed off, the spear suddenly trembled, and the spear suddenly split into two parts, the first half passed by his side, and the second half was still piercing his body because of a tremble.

At this time, the spirit sword in the spirit master's hand had already turned around, and the spear blade almost penetrated through his body, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

The cunning of the battle is beyond his imagination, this spear is actually made of two short spears, although his return blow is a missed battle of the lifeless spear, but because of the shock of the battle lifeless, the front half and the second half are separated, and it becomes a lore again.

"Ah......h

"Bang ......" The spear blade crossed a clear arc, and suddenly stopped at a position of about three inches in front of the spirit master's body, the sword in the spirit master's hand was too late to swing out, and the strength was exhausted, but his left hand grabbed the spear blade at this most critical time, and he could feel that the sharp gun wind on the spear had penetrated into his body, making him feel an inexplicable chill rise in his body.

He had a murderous intent in his heart that he had never felt before. He had already listed the cunning opponent in front of him as a mortal target, and at that moment, he felt his scalp tingle, if he had been a little late, this insidious short spear would have pierced him to the heart, but fortunately he had a keen sense, although it was in the dark, he still held the spear tightly, making it difficult for him to advance in the slightest. At close range, he saw that his opponent was a young man, full of wild and fierce aura, like a lone wolf in the dark.

"It's not over yet!" the spirit master escaped by grabbing the spear at the last moment, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a cold cry from Zhan Wu. A powerful impact surged from the short spear in his hand, and Zhan Wuxian turned the short spear in his hand into the spirit master as a javelin.

The spirit master snorted coldly, he was a spiritual cultivator, in terms of strength, he didn't take the battle in his eyes at all, since he grabbed the spear, he wouldn't care about the other party's force and stabbing again. However, after he snorted coldly, he realized that he had made another mistake, and the short gun rushed down, and suddenly loosened, just like a fish struggling on the hook suddenly lost its line, and the angler suddenly felt that the fishing rod in his hand suddenly became light, and he couldn't retract it, and at this moment, the spirit master felt that he was such an angler.

After Zhan Wusheng just sent it suddenly, he actually let go again, but the moment Zhan Wuzhi let go, there were two more arm knives in his hand, and his body was in a hurry, and the two arm knives were staggered in the air like giant scissors. The fierce killing machine suddenly became extremely cold and cold like flowing water on an iceberg.

The spirit master couldn't help but shudder, he was not shocked by the fierce murderous aura of Zhan Wusheng, but found that his opponent seemed to have an endless number of means, which one was his real backhand? Which was his last resort? Every move was connected to the back hand, and behind each back hand was a lore kill.

The sudden appearance of the arm knife was a lore for him. At this moment, the only thing he could do was to reluctantly raise the spirit sword in his right hand to block it, and his body retreated, he knew that the killing machine of Zhan Wuxian had locked him, and even if he retreated, it would be impossible for him to escape the deadly attack of Zhan Wuxian, but he wanted to use the retreating space to give himself a little more cushion, even if he only breathed a sigh of relief, he would have the opportunity to defend against the two deadly arm knives of Zhan Wuxian.

"When ......" The speed of the spirit master's retreat was extremely fast, but the speed of the battle without life was not slow, but the spirit master still slightly distanced himself, but this distance was exchanged for his rampage, he burned the spiritual power that had been accumulated in his body with great difficulty, and he wanted to exchange for this momentary acceleration, in exchange for this double knife that could barely avoid the battle lifeless kill. He did it.

The difference between spirituality and mortal was incomprehensible to mortals, and the spirit master had to admit that the young man in front of him was one of the most dangerous opponents he had ever seen, and the most terrifying mortal opponent he had ever seen. It's not because of how strong the power of the battle is or how weird the battle skill is, but because the attack of the mortal in front of him has been carefully calculated, every blow, every move, every subtle action seems to have been deduced thousands of times, and then one link after another, like the Yangtze River.

As long as you give the other party a chance, the other party can always put you in desperate danger, and the psychological pressure caused by the endless sense of crisis makes people feel hopeless.

I have to say that this is a mortal momentum, a momentum that never turns back and never dies. As a spiritual cultivator, he can't compare to Zhan Wudi, once he decides to fight, he will never turn back, no matter how strong the opponent is. He really didn't know where Zhan Wuming looked so young, and where he had honed this terrifying momentum.

"When, dang, dang......" The spirit master's sword shook out a heavy sword wave in the air, hitting the two blades of Zhan Wusheng like a storm crashing on the shore, although he opened up some distance and breathed a sigh of relief, but the time he could fight for was too short, the spirit sword in his right hand had continuously slashed the Zhan Lifeless Rotating Waist Knife before, and then after cutting off the spear, he had used his strength to use his strength, and now he couldn't gather all his strength at all, but he could use the skill to chop the waves layer by layer to unload the power on the double knife of Zhan Wulife.

He believes that the moves of the battle without life will never be endless, as long as he can block the double knife of the battle without life, and with one blow, the battle without life will inevitably use the strength of the old.

Zhan Wusheng sighed secretly, there is indeed a huge gap between mortals and spiritual cultivators, in the darkness, the other party is not only not affected by the darkness at all, but constantly breaks his heavy killing moves in strength, speed and skill, and in the last sword, the other party actually burns spiritual power to get a chance to buffer.

He knew that if he couldn't kill the other party this time, he would have to hide as far as he could when he saw the other party for a long time in the future, and this time it was because the other party didn't expect him to have so many back-ups, so he was caught off guard again and again. If he does it all over again, the other party will never give him such a chance, and he can't pose a threat to the other party.

He felt the murderous intent emanating from the other party's body, a murderous intent as strong as wine, and he knew that if he couldn't kill the other party, the other party would inevitably chase him to the ends of the earth. Then all his previous calculations and plans were all in vain, and under the absolute power, he and Yongba had only one way to die, and the entire Yong tribe would also be implicated.

"What other means do you have?" Zhan Wuming heard the indifferent sarcasm in the spirit master's tone, obviously, the other party felt that he had won the victory, and Zhan Wuming was just a prey to be slaughtered in his hands.

"Do you think it's over?" Zhan Wuxing snorted coldly, his body jumped up suddenly, and he carried the knife with all his might, and the double knives were like big windmills, from top to bottom, and they slammed down without returning, he fought, either you die or I live, there is no second way to choose, this blow, Zhan Wuxian went all out.

Two sharp winds seemed to cut through the void in an instant, and the sound of breaking the sky even suppressed the sound of the howling wind and sand. In the distance, the hearts of Dark Flame and Dark Boy and the others were cold, what kind of opponent was this, they felt from the spirit master's muffled snort a few times before, that the spirit master did not have the upper hand.

He couldn't help but feel a little chill in his heart, when did such a strong man appear in the Sin Ling Mountain? Can he fight with the spirit master, could it be that the person behind the mysterious woman in his hand in the land of the spirit clan chased after him? Thinking of this, he felt a tingling feeling on his scalp.

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