Seeing the bright cold light slashing the Yan slave and his head flying, the thrush boy couldn't help but revel in this beautiful sword.

Then he closed his eyes and sighed sideways, thinking of the heroic Yan slave, who had passed away, he couldn't bear to look at the ugly appearance, he wanted to keep the most moving heroic appearance of the other party in his heart.

"A sad heart fell into the jade building, poor autumn wind can't bear to look at it."

The thrush boy raised his sleeve to cover it, still intoxicated, slowly wiping away a tear.

It was only when I heard Yan Nu's 'it hurts' that I suddenly woke up.

He lowered his sleeves, revealing two bewildered eyes, staring at the downstairs, just as he saw the scene of Yan Nu holding his head up.

"Huh?" The thrush boy's brow twitched, and his breathing couldn't help but be short.

Don't die if you have a severed head? Even if it is a big demon, if he is killed by such a terrifying sword intent, he should have appeared in his original form.

He knew very well that his father's most powerful blow was the moment he woke up.

If a person sleeps sweetly and is suddenly woken up, he will be very angry and suspicious, and his mood will fluctuate to the extreme.

With the help of this strong heart, my father created a stunt called 'Open Your Eyes to Kill'.

The essence is that if you don't wake up, you will wake up!

But now this sword is frightened, but it is frightened by Yan Nu.

"Am I killing people in my dreams?" Zhang Suwen glared, suspecting that he was still dreaming, so he fell backwards and fell heavily on the floor.

"Bang!"

The weightlessness made him immediately realize that this was not a dream.

He rolled over and got up, and saw that the Yan slave had already jumped high and poked with a shot.

"Father!" The thrush boy exclaimed.

Zhang Suwen faced Yan Nu's counterattack, and suddenly his whole body relaxed, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his body shook, as if he had a feeling of unsteadyness.

But it was a flash of negligence, floating a few feet away, and falling to the roof of another room.

"Boom!" Yan Nu's shot missed, poking the sawdust in the pavilion.

The thrush boy hurriedly raised his hand to protect his face, and the whole person was lifted into the depths of the pavilion by his strength.

Fortunately, Yan Nu didn't use too much true qi for this blow, he just wanted to force Zhang Suwen away.

Yan Nu glanced at the embarrassed thrush boy, and secretly thought that this should be Zhang Suwen's daughter, delicate, leave her alone.

The next moment, Yan Nu rushed out of the pavilion with a fierce bang, and smashed into the roof where Zhang Suwen was located.

However, Zhang Suwen was half-open, looking like he hadn't woken up, his left shoulder sank, and his body shook, but he quickly floated to the roof on the right.

This erratic body once again easily played Yan Nu.

"It's useless, my father's sleepwalking method is to leave the dodge completely to the instinct of the body, and he doesn't know where he will swim to......" The thrush boy watched the battle on the threshold of the pavilion, and muttered to himself.

His clothes were a little torn, and there were a few wooden thorns stuck in his arms, but his face was still light and breezy.

He was swept away by the energy just now, and he protected his face with all his might, and then he couldn't wait to come out to see his father's might.

Zhang Suwen rarely makes a move, and every time he makes a shot, he is chic.

His genius is a genius who created his own 'Dream Sword Dao', which can be divided into three parts: False Sleep Divine Skill, Sleepwalking Body Method, and Muddy Sword Intent.

The most powerful thing is that he is pretending to sleep in the gods, and he is half-asleep and half-awake on weekdays, but he is actually practicing.

As soon as the power is turned, the human body will enter a state of false sleep, and give the true qi to the instinct of the 'true self', which is far better than ordinary people's 'deliberate and attentive' exercises, and the effect is far better.

It is precisely because he discovered that the 'true self' is more powerful than the 'self', and he developed the sleepwalking method, which is why his sword intent has a muddy artistic conception and can make people sleepy.

Of course, it is precisely because he is lazy to the extreme by nature, and he is extremely sincere in swordsmanship, that he can create such a miracle.

"Whew!"

Zhang Suwen fluttered and flickered, leaving a burst of afterimages in the garden.

In the state of false sleep, his body is extremely sensitive, and at the slightest disturbance, his true self instinct can make the most correct dodge.

Yan Nu chased and killed straight away, and he couldn't touch the corners of his clothes at all.

"Seventy years of skill...... Zhang Su asked softly, as if in a dream.

A wisp of sword intent in the heavenly spirit also has a spiritual ability similar to that of the spiritual period.

Any demons, demons, monsters, and warriors can be killed.

He could sense the power of Yan Nu, it was seventy years, which was already very strong.

Zhang Su asked himself that he only had so much true qi, which was almost at the level of all the inner family grandmasters.

Although he didn't know why Yan Nu cut off his head and didn't die, he was not false at all by relying on this extent.

Maybe Yan Nu was blessed with some kind of witchcraft, Zhang Suwen could be very sure that the other party was a human, and his martial arts were low, and his moves were straightforward.

In this way, seventy years of skill is meaningless, and Zhang Suwen can easily play with very low consumption.

Soon, though, he didn't think so.

"Huh?"

I saw that Yan Nu's speed soared, and when he was halfway through the sprint, a shot exploded a room.

Because the speed was so fast, his head flew up.

The hand was always grasped, and he hurriedly pressed his neck back again.

"It's a hundred and seventy years of skill!"

Zhang Suwen's eyes widened, his pupils condensed slightly, and his false sleep state was broken because his mood was too fluctuating.

He realized that the flame slave had a spell blessing that concealed his aura.

It turned out that it was not seventy years of skill, but one hundred and seventy years!

No, it looks like there's still left, it's just shocking!

The outbreak just now caught me off guard, thanks to his superb physical skills.

Otherwise, if you poke it, it will definitely be enough for yourself to eat a pot, at least it will be seriously injured.

"Yan Nu, you are too far from him, try to expand your bombardment range." Feng Junyou reminded.

It still has an impact if Yan Nu has a severed head, and if the speed is too fast, the head will fly......

They don't die, but their eyes grow on their heads.

As soon as I lifted my head, I felt dizziness and severe pain, and secondly, my vision was spinning.

This caused Yan Nu to be unable to continuously bombard the air like the Great War Oolong, and frantically refracted and rushed.

Zhang Suwen's body style is too treacherous and erratic, and when he moves, his body shakes out afterimages from the left and right, as if he is moving in multiple directions at the same time, and even changes direction in the air.

The speed of Yan Nu just now is definitely enough, but the direction is wrong, no matter how much true qi erupts, no matter how fast the speed is, it is meaningless.

Yan Nu said, "Old ghost, can you stop him?" ”

Feng Junyou said, "My mana has to help you guard against his sword intent!" ”

"Don't you need it?" Yan Nu pressed his head and said.

"Don't be careless! Who knows if you'll be able to live if you're slashed with a sword again? And the sword intent is not only cutting! Feng Junyou said in a condensed voice.

He already understood that Yan Nu's weirdness should be one of the effects of his anti-heaven posture, but it was not clear how powerful it was.

There is no big mistake in being careful, Yan Nu was beheaded just now, but he was frightened, and he didn't dare to underestimate the world-shattering martial artist at this moment.

"Got it...... Yan Nu didn't say more, his palms wrapped around his hair on his head.

His eyes became resolute and focused, and he stabbed again, like a moon.

Zhang Suwen also exercised again, entered a state of false sleep, and suddenly dodged.

However, this time, when the distance between the two was not completely widened, Yan Nu's upper body emitted a strong red light.

"Zha!"

The voice of the flame slave was like a bell, and ripples visible to the naked eye burst out of his throat.

"What!" Zhang Suwen had just entered a state of false sleep, and it was broken again in an instant.

The mouth was wide open, the face was full of disbelief, and the eyes were round, almost jumping out.

What bullshit for a hundred and seventy years, he never thought of it......

This burst of applause, 6,000 years of skill!

Suddenly, the air in the garden swelled like an explosion, the sound waves rushed like a tide, and the surrounding houses shook one after another.

Everyone present couldn't hear it, only felt that the world was dead silent, only a sharp in their minds.

The first to bear the brunt was Yan Nu himself, his body was separated, and the whole person flew upside down into the pavilion.

The towering three-story pavilion buzzed and shook, and it collapsed after being hit by him like this.

The thrush boy vomited blood, covered his eyebrows, fell from the stairs, and was buried on the edge of the rubble.

Feng Junyou was also shocked and flew out of the three feet, and the ghost body flickered wildly, but he couldn't fly out.

The restraint of the copper deed, as if there was an invisible wall in the air, made him stick to the air and was shaken wildly by the sound, and hurriedly pinched it, and his body turned into a cloud of empty black mist, which was not affected.

In comparison, Zhang Suwen is farther away, about four zhang away.

At the last moment, the sword in his arms shot out in half, and it was cut horizontally in front of him, rolling sword qi to protect his body.

But even so, the power of these 6,000 years of sonic power is extremely terrifying.

It is equivalent to a crude and shallow spell explosion of five hundred paragraphs, no matter how superficial it is, it is also five hundred paragraphs!

Boom, flowers fly and leaves are broken.

Zhang Suwen's body slashed uncontrollably, shattering a wall behind him, and bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

In the courtyard next door, Huang Banyun was lifted off his horse by this loud shout before he saw anyone.

He covered his ears and lay on the ground, protecting his body.

I have to stay far away, otherwise I am afraid I will be deaf.

The sound wave whistled for a while before it slowly subsided.

"I asked you to expand the range, but I didn't let you use sonic power!" Feng Junyou shouted.

The Yan slave crawled out of the ruins, covered in blood.

He looked in a trance, put his head back on his neck, and then settled down.

Then he plucked a piece of porcelain and two pieces of wood through his abdomen from his body and threw them away.

"I'm sorry, I only used a fraction, I didn't expect it to be so powerful, are you okay?" Yan Nu grinned at him.

"......" Feng Junyou was speechless, yes, Yan Nu did only use a fraction.

And it erupted with such a terrifying roar, it turned out to be fine.

True Qi vibrating the vocal cords is the simplest kind of sound wave skill, others will use special techniques to prevent the vocal cords from tearing, Yan Nu does not use it at all, and True Qi will not hurt him.

On the contrary, it was the sound that erupted that exploded into the air, almost shattering Yan Nu's eardrums, but Yan Nu had a stronger True Qi Protector, and the Thai Emperor Bai Yugong's defense was very strong, especially when he had 40,000 years of True Qi......

Overall, he had almost nothing to do except for being shaken away.

There is neither deafness, nor dumbness, nor internal injuries.

The biggest injury was when he knocked down the attic and was pierced by wood.

"Your stomach ......," Feng Junyou pointed to a piece of stomach wall brought out of the wood.

Yan Nu paused for a moment: "Do you want to pick it up?" ”

"You ask me?" Feng Junyou said a little collapsed.

Yan Nu thought for a moment, but his healing was not much faster, so he peeled off the wall of his stomach from the wood and stuffed it into his stomach.

Sure enough, the internal organs squirmed and returned to their original positions, and it could be seen that they were broken, like a broken mirror put back together.

"Father...... Father ......"

"Quick...... Kill him...... You can't lose ......."

The thrush boy was pressed down by a huge log, protecting his face with one hand, and stretching out to Zhang Su with the other.

He admires his father very much, he is good-looking, chic and high-spirited.

Many of his soldiers were killed, and the thieves roamed the city, but he didn't care, because his father was invincible.

I never thought that it would be like this.

At this moment, the thrush boy suddenly panicked, could it be that his father was really going to lose?

Isn't the Zhang family about to end? This is impossible, they have been passed down for five hundred years, how can it be so over!

"Father! He's definitely not really angry! Kill him! ”

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