"I'm finally willing to show up!"

Wen Ju had a cruel smile on his face, and said viciously: "Knowing that your ridiculous water control technique can't hurt me, are you going to give up resistance?" ”

What are you talking about?

Zhang Yun couldn't understand what Wen Ju said at all.

If I really want to give up, won't I leave quietly?

Do you have any brains, why do you say stupid things that make people laugh?

While tilting his head to think, Zhang Yun tightened the bloodthirsty gun in his hand, took a step forward, stepped on the water, and shot out like a crossbow arrow with the short-term explosive power provided by the waves!

"What a speed!"

Wen Ju's expression froze, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly raised his sickle to block.

With a "dang" sound, the weapons of the two collided together, and after a short wrestling, Zhang Yunfei retreated!

As he flipped in the air, he used the water resistance technique to attack the opponent again, and a large amount of water vapor boiled, condensed into a pinprick shape, and shot out towards Wenju.

"I told you, this little trick can't hurt me!"

Smelling it, he let out a loud shout, and relied on the breath on his body to disperse the tiny droplets of water.

Zhang Yun's eyes were unwavering, as calm as ever, his feet stepped on the trunk of the tree, his knees jerked up, and he burst out again.

The scarlet bloodthirsty spear was pointed at Wen Ju's eyes, but this guy was not afraid and actually stepped forward.

At the moment when he was about to stab him, Wen Ju tilted his head, the tip of the spear rubbed Wen Ju's cheek, and the sharpest part no longer played any role, and at the same time, the strange blade in Wen Ju's hand had already slashed up.

Seeing that the sharp sickle was about to slash at him, Zhang Yun blinked calmly.

Sou!

The sound of breaking the air appeared from behind Wen Ju, Wen Ju's face was grim, and at the last moment he gave up the opportunity to kill Zhang Yun, and reflexively dealt with the sudden appearance of the soul lock hook.

While!

There was another crisp sound, and the soul lock hook was knocked out, but Wen Ju also turned his back to Zhang Yun because of this action.

Zhang Yun naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity to open the empty door, he raised his spear and stabbed it violently, but he didn't want the tip of the spear to be blown out by the weird long blade, but after the sickle slashed in the air, it actually pierced Zhang Yun's head.

"After Yang Nuan reaches the middle stage of Qi refining, will he become as strong as you?"

At this critical juncture of life and death, without a beginning or an end, Zhang Yun asked inexplicably.

Hearing this, his face was hideous, how could he pay attention to his question, and waved the blade in his hand fiercely in his heart, threatening to kill him on the spot.

But I don't want to, when the sharp sickle slashes Zhang Yun's head, it is like hitting a landslide, and the slash turns into pushing the opponent away?

Wen Ju was dumbfounded and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

And something that was even more incomprehensible to him suddenly appeared in the next second.

He saw several unrelated waves crashing together not far from his feet.

Then, a huge jet of water shot at a speed that he couldn't react to!

"Smack!!

Like a thunderclap, the violent explosion rang in his ears.

A tremendous force slammed into his chest, piercing his chest, leaving a huge bloody hole in his body.

"This ...... What is it? ”

Wen Ju stared blankly at the extra big hole on his body, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

At the last moment, he sensed the inexplicable crisis, but he couldn't figure out where it came from, let alone how to defend against it.

He died inexplicably, which was really hard for him to accept.

Zhang Yun was expressionless, and looked fixedly at the large piece of clear water left behind by the blood on Wen Ju's body.

"The use of 'momentum' has to be brewed for a long time, and it cannot allow the enemy to shift positions, and it cannot explode in a fixed place until all the strength has been accumulated."

"This is a phenomenon that I stumbled upon when I was fighting against Yang Nuan."

"You can understand that hundreds of waves collided at the same time, smashing each other to pieces."

"And you're drawn into the confrontation of this power, and you've been blown out of a big hole in your chest."

In the face of the strong man he recognized, Zhang Yun didn't mind chatting with him a few more words, but Wen Ju seemed to be about to hold on, and that blow directly interrupted his vitality.

"I'm a monk majoring in water spirit roots, you should be aware of that."

"You shouldn't have stayed here, this has long since become my home turf, why are you still stubbornly fighting me here?"

"Don't you think that's weird?"

Like Yang Nuan, Wen Ju, who uses instinct to fight, doesn't seem to know what it means to shift the battlefield, let alone what home advantage is.

As long as they are left with a big enough flaw, they will obediently walk into the trap like rats that smell fish.

It's very strange that in Zhang Yun's opinion, it is obviously a trap, but they can't see it.

If it was Shi Rui who was here to fight him, Zhang Yun was sure that when a shallow shoal accumulated on the ground, Shi Rui would realize the danger, so he avoided that position and used other ways to fight him.

And Wen Ju obviously didn't realize this.

Obviously, we are all human, so why is there such a big difference between people?

Zhang Yun couldn't understand it, he walked to Wen Ju's side and hooked the storage bag out of Wen Ju's arms.

Then, he pocketed the strange weapon in Wen Ju's hand, and with a wave of his arm, he buried the man's body in the ground.

"The other three, I don't bother to look for them, please hide in the southwest corner three hundred and fifty meters away from my friends to collect their bodies, they are your fellow disciples, this is your obligation."

Zhang Yun said calmly, stuffed a Qi Pill into his mouth, and then tightened the hood on his head again to make sure that this thing would not fall off, and turned around and walked into the depths of the woods.

Not long after he left, Sang Huan's figure appeared from the southwest, he walked to the position where Wen Ju died, thought for a long time with a solemn face, and finally flew away.

Even Wen Ju, a reckless man, died at the hands of that kid, and if he continued to pursue the past, he probably wouldn't be able to get the slightest benefit, and maybe he would be killed by someone.

Coupled with the fact that the enemy is dark and I am clear, Zhang Yun can always hide in the shadows, but he has no way to avoid Zhang Yun's search.

Under such a big disadvantage, Sang Huan did not dare to take risks, so he decisively chose to evacuate.

As for Zhang Yun's obligations?

"Fuck your obligation!"

"There is no obligation in the Ghost Shadow Gate, Lao Tzu cares about your life or death!"

……

"Gone? It seems that this person is not the same as the others just now. ”

"Speaking of which, if he is also a reckless man, how could he have laid such a dangerous trap?"

"I think this guy named Sang Huan won't be stupider than Shi Rui, the leader."

Zhang Yun thought secretly, gave up the idea of chasing the past, and went into the depths of the woods to evacuate on foot.

After several fights in a row, recuperating from injuries and creating traps, his spiritual power has already reached the point of being about to be exhausted.

The reason why he revealed Sang Huan's location was also a last resort, and he had to use unconventional spiritual sense to scare this person away.

If not, Sang Huan may not be willing to evacuate easily, and he will definitely face a bitter battle at that time.

According to Wen Ju's strength, Zhang Yun judged that his winning rate might be less than fifty percent, so he chose to bluff.

Although he still has unused hole cards, that doesn't guarantee that he will win.

Senior brother said that the competition on the road of cultivation is who lives longer, and Zhang Yun will not force himself into danger for the sake of Sang Huan's little thing.

He's had gained enough that he didn't need to make any more extrasistence.

Glancing at his storage bag with his spiritual sense, looking at the contents full of things, Zhang Yun had a satisfied smile on his face.

This trip is too worthwhile, the disciples of the Demon Sect are rich, and killing them is much better than what the sect commissions.

In the future, if he is short of money, he will still come.

"We'll see you again."

When leaving, Zhang Yun said.