What is combat?

Kill each other in life and death.

What is the battle?

For life and death.

But no one thinks that they have a long life, and the big beasts who know how to survive better than humans also know better.

The way of survival, victory and death, this is not the law of survival in the world, the strong live, the weak die, no matter what the reason, just to live.

What is the way of survival, the law of heaven and earth, the order of the Three Realms, survival is fighting, only life and death!

Compared to the Red Snake, he is the same as Xiong Zhen, he is a weakling, or he is not even comparable to Xiong Zhen, and he doesn't even have the courage to fight with it.

Ping An will never forget the contemptuous look at him when the Red Snake looked at him.

Shame and anger surged into the heart of peace in an instant, unwilling, reluctant, and unwilling to accept fate.

A short sword that ripped off his waist and swung it vigorously to vent, and unconsciously, there was a weapon in his hand, which made him feel more confident in his heart, as if he had found a powerful feeling.

Like a straw in front of a drowning person, stirring his heart, Ping An slowly indulged in this feeling, unable to calm down for a long time,

At this moment, there was an extremely nervous fluctuation from the depths of my heart for no reason, and then the mysterious mirror that had been hidden in the depths of my heart and had not appeared since the Xuan Realm suddenly appeared.

Its appearance, accompanied by a cyan brilliance, gradually spread, enveloping Ping'an's entire mind little by little.

Bathed in cyan light, Ping An didn't have time to feel the breath that made him feel very comfortable, and then he was overwhelmed by the cold breath that rushed like a tide.

"Hehe, boy, it's not in vain that the old man has waited for so long, the Xuanjing is not something you can have, give it to the old man, and the old man will ensure that you become an immortal and become a demon, and it is extraordinary..."

A cold voice suddenly exploded in Ping'an's mind, which suddenly made Ping'an's heart tremble, and his soul almost wanted to come out of his body.

This cold breath instantly reminded Ping An of the hateful initiator, Xuanjizi, yes, it must be that old liar.

Just when Ping An couldn't help it and wanted to pierce his chest with the short sword in his hand, a low thunderous voice rolled in,

"Get out!"

After the voice, peace had already recovered, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion of his own.

But all this is so real, and the other party's gloomy sneer rings in his ears.

Thinking about what Xuan Jizi did, Ping An was convinced that it was something he could do, and likewise, he had a clearer understanding of his methods.

It was also at this time that Ping An figured out that external power is limited after all, even if the short sword in his hand is replaced by a fairy treasure, how much help can it add?

Is it really impassable?

A sense of powerlessness rose out of thin air, and suddenly filled the heart of peace,

Then, the cold aura that disappeared reappeared, and Ping An hurriedly abandoned these damn thoughts in his heart.

Sure enough, it disappeared again.

It's just that Ping An didn't notice it at all, this time it was no longer so strong, but appeared silently in Ping An's body.

After a flash of appearance, it turned into a gray aura, spreading in all directions, and soon spread to every corner of Ping'an's body, even the cyan brilliance on the outer layer of his mind was not spared.

Seeing that it was about to be completely overshadowed, the last bit of cyan brilliance was not willing to accept its fate, and in the only remaining state, it was still struggling to resist, constantly pulling each other with the gray aura, and no one could overwhelm anyone.

Peace is in such an unconscious way, sometimes sober, sometimes confused, and even the mind has flown to the clouds.

I don't know how long it took to see that the Qingming in Ping'an's eyes was about to disappear completely, and his heart suddenly shook, and the figure of Xuanjing slowly emerged.

In Ping'an's eyes, you can clearly see a small mirror is rotating violently, which seems to be mixed with an intermittent sound,

Wake up, wake up.

In an instant, the stinging pain spread throughout Ping'an's mind, and a majestic force was born out of thin air, which instantly suppressed the gray breath above his mind.

As soon as it was touched, the gray aura receded like a tide in the blink of an eye, disappearing, and with it, there was a sluggish confusion in Ping'an's eyes.

What's going on?

It seemed as long as a century had passed, and the cold sweat of Ping An could no longer stop soaking his whole body

"Oh yo, my Xuanmen has fallen to this point, so many years have passed, and the offerings are becoming less and less, not to mention, the first thing the old man did when he woke up was to save you, a poor boy,"

"It's over, it's over, all the seniors of the Xuanmen, let the little ones continue to sleep..."

The low thunderous voice from before came again, intermittently, one sentence on the left and one sentence on the right, which made Ping An suddenly shocked, and couldn't help but ask in a scream,

"Who, who are you?"

After waiting for a long time, Ping An thought of a possibility,

Could it be the sound of the mirror?

At the same time, he reached close to his chest, and Ping An wanted to confirm his guess, but he couldn't feel any other breath in his body.

"Ahem, ahem,"

I don't know if it's anxious or flustered, the violent cough makes Ping An can only give up these thoughts temporarily,

But at this moment, Ping An suddenly found a trace of abnormality, and he could clearly see that there was a faint mirror-shaped mark on his chest, which was really imprinted on his body.

Yes, I saw the inside of my body very clearly, and this discovery scared Ping An and almost collapsed to the ground.

What the hell?

Deeply calmed down, Ping An couldn't help but look up again, only to see that the mirror in his body was already very blurry, and a faint cyan halo appeared from its smooth mirror, outlining an indescribable pattern of lines.

What does that mean?

For a while, I was deeply intoxicated with it, peaceful, until it slowly began to fade, and finally disappeared into shape.

In an instant, an inexplicable regret slowly rose in Ping'an's heart.

Wait a minute

Ping An hurriedly reached out and touched his arms, but where was the shadow of the Xuanjing?

A series of events, Ping An couldn't sort it out at all, he could only keep guessing in his heart, and constantly overturning his own guesses.

In the end, it all turned into a sigh,

Alas, maybe I'm really too weak.

Suddenly, Ping An clenched his fists and turned his eyes firmly to the surviving red snake in the field, and he had already made up his mind in his heart.

At this time, the red snake, who was almost exhausted after the battle, had recovered a little after such a long rest.

But the smell of blood lingered in the air for a long time, so that it did not dare to delay any longer, and with a twist of its body, it slowly crawled towards the collapsed bear.

In the blink of an eye, the whole body pressed up, turned over, and brought the bear up, and then the body was tightly wrapped from top to bottom, and the whole body tightened at the same time, leaving no gaps.

"Click, click, click," the sound of a bone shattering,

It's just that although Xiong Zhen has no power to resist, the injured Red Snake is no better, it can only slowly, move, rest, and prepare to squeeze Xiong Zhen into a shape that can be swallowed.

This is the best opportunity for peace,

In ancient times, there was Bian Zhuang, two tigers ate cattle, the big tiger was injured and the little tiger died, from the injury and stabbed it, in one fell swoop, there was the name of the double tiger,

Today I am safe, I don't want a name, I want to be deterred, I want to fight, I want to survive.

Looking up at a towering ancient tree outside the battlefield in the distance, a cold light flashed in Ping'an's eyes, and then gritted his teeth and held the short sword in his hand again, and quickly turned down the ancient sandalwood tree where he was hiding.

Stepping on the battlefield, the fierceness of the battle just now is far from being something that bystanders can really feel.

The feet are full of devastation, so destructive, it is shocking, but the heart is shocking, the peace that has made the decision is not to tremble,

His determined gaze became even more awe-inspiring, and he slowly walked towards the red snake.

The silence after the battle, everything was clearly audible, and he did not deliberately hide the peace of his steps, but deliberately made some movements.

After all, now that the Red Snake is already injured, he has taken a big advantage, and if he engages in a sneak attack again, it will be a bit unspeakable.

But Ping An obviously overestimated himself, since the moment he came down from the ancient sandalwood tree where he was hiding, the red snake had indeed found him,

It's just that the red snake didn't mean to take him in his eyes at all, and he didn't even bother to look at it, and continued to wrap around his loot.

was ignored again, but Ping An was not as calm as before, his face was not happy or sad, his steps were steady, and he gradually approached.

"Hiss, hiss"

Seeing that peace was about to approach, the disdainful red snake fangs popped out again, and the snake letter continued to warn against peace,

Seeing that the other party was still unmoved and still approaching, it finally couldn't sit still, its body loosened, and it was no longer wrapped around Xiong Zhen, and its huge body was completely pressed against Xiong Zhen's body, and it stood up half-upright.

As a result, its condescending momentum skyrocketed by three points, as if it had risen a lot out of thin air.

Looking at the bear under him, he has long lost his round figure at the beginning, and has become thin and long, and his original appearance is completely unclear.

The death of the red snake is haunted, and it is terrifying.

If you are entangled in this small body, I am afraid that you will not be able to bear it even for a while, and you will be broken directly, and you can't help but feel a little more vigilant in your heart.

In comparison, the red snake that stood up half-upright, which was taller than the two of them combined, gradually approached, and at the same time felt a huge sense of oppression, and being in it, it seemed to be in the center of a storm about to come.

There is no doubt that the momentum of the red snake is strong, but Ping An still found a loophole, and the half of the body supported by the red snake was far less stable than before, and it trembled faintly, which was enough.

Feeling the growing anger of the red snake, Ping An knew that the time was almost up, and the short sword in his hand made a simple starting gesture and beckoned to the red snake.

Come on!

"Shhhhh

I don't know if the red snake understood what he meant, and the triangular head pressed down violently, rushing to the front and bottom of the peace, and slammed it hard.

This is the first time that its majesty as an overlord has been challenged by a weak ant, what a big joke.

In contrast, Ping An is as weak as an ant facing an elephant......