"Boom!!"

The roar of thunder rang out, as if it had changed color in an instant.

It was daylight, but it was dim.

The rain fell, but the fighting didn't stop.

Zhao Zhen was already wet in battle armor, and he looked up at the sky, as if he was waiting for something.

He raised his hand, held a talisman in his hand, and shook it slightly, and saw the talisman burn.

"Groan!"

There seemed to be a dragon groan in his ears.

This dragon chant was only heard by him.

"Zheng!"

Zhao Zhen drew his sword and pulled the reins.

"Drive!!"

The war horse galloped away, but Zhao Zhen in his twilight years seemed to have a great momentum at the moment.

He wielded his sword and fought bloodily.

Zhao Zhen is happy, recalling that in the past few decades, he has ordered troops in the tent, and every time he sees that battlefield fighting, he always regrets his old age.

"Hahaha, haha......"

Zhao Zhen laughed, and with the roar of thunder, the long sword in his hand did not stop for half a moment.

In a trance, he seemed to return to the days when he fought non-stop on the battlefield, which is an indelible memory of his life.

Shang Lu tugged at the reins and ran away.

"Boom!!"

A thunderclap sounded.

When the two meet, one black and one white are like the chessboard of the world competing against each other.

Shang Lu held the knife, looked at Zhao Zhen and said, "Long time no see." ”

Zhao Zhen had a fighting intent in his eyes and said, "Do you regret saving my life in the first place?" ”

"Naturally not."

Shang Lu said with a smile: "If there was no beginning, how could we be today?" ”

"Good!!"

Zhao Zhen laughed, pointed his sword at Shang Lu, and said: "I borrow the luck of the Son of Heaven to return to the past, you and I, there should be a battle!" ”

Wind howled, rain poured down, thunder rolled, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in darkness and fear.

The heavy rain poured down, the wind howled, set off a thousand waves, the water splashed, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore was endless, and the raindrops hit the body, like sharp arrows, wetting the clothes.

Zhao Zhen looked at him, and the two of them had sharp eyes, and they had already set off killing intent.

Far away.

A bolt of thunder fell behind them, illuminating their faces.

Shang Lu pulled the reins violently, the horse startled, stepped on the splash, he leaned over, clenched the long knife, and killed Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen's eyes were like torches, pulling the reins, and between the galloping of the war horses, the swords collided, and the splashes seemed to be murderous.

One sword and one sword, as if there is no distinction between up and down.

But after the war horse stopped, both of them looked at the palm holding the weapon.

The tiger's mouth was all shaken open!

The gaze at the other person sharpened.

"Come on!!"

Zhao Zhen let out a loud sigh, and under Fang Cai's move, he felt the blood on his body boiling.

Shang Lu should face him face-to-face.

On the way to martial arts, Zhao Zhen can't beat him.

But in terms of momentum, Shang Lu is slightly inferior.

The sword style in Zhao Zhen's hand came from the Beixiang sword, the chapter was wide open and closed, the attack was the mainstay, but the defense was a little worse, but this sword style seemed to be tailor-made for Zhao Zhen.

Such momentum, pinching the fire!

The two have played each other several times, without a win.

The raging wind swept by, roaring in their ears. Thunder rumbled as if the whole sky was about to crack.

The moves of the two are exquisite, the sword light and sword light shine in the rain, staggered and entangled, sometimes staggered and rotated, sometimes fighting against each other.

Zhao Zhen's sword path is wild, while Shang Lu's sword method is low-key and simple but weird and changeable, and every swing is full of murderous aura.

"Poof."

The sword slashed.

Shang Lu's face pressed against the blade of the sword, leaving a slight mark of blood.

And Zhao Zhen's shoulder was also slashed by Shang Lu, but Gang Qi left a wound through the battle armor.

"Ding!"

The two were entangled again.

Shang Lu jumped up, stepped on the war horse, jumped up, and slashed towards Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen pulled the reins, slapped the horse's back, and stepped up with his sword.

Both hit the ground and splashed.

The sound of killing was overwhelming, and Ying Shui was completely stained red by blood.

This heavy rain brought darkness to the sky, as if it was also covering up this human tragedy.

The smell of blood permeates the place, with endless killing.

Zhao Zhen took advantage of Shang Lu's negligence to rush over and attack in one go.

His sword rushed out, easily penetrating Shang Lu's sword defense, and slashing directly at his shoulder.

Shang Lu gritted his teeth and grabbed Zhao Zhen's sword.

Blood flowed from between the fingers.

The two stared at each other.

Shang Lu took this opportunity to dodge, and then punched out.

Zhao Zhen couldn't dodge and took this punch.

He snorted in his mouth, and a smear of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but he swallowed it hard.

At the same time, he also lost the sword in his hand.

A sword and a sword fell somewhere.

In the darkness, the two of them could not be found.

Shang Lu clenched his fists and swarmed up, swinging his fists vigorously, scuffling with Zhao Zhen.

The two of them fought naked and hand-to-hand, and their blood and qi shook.

"Boom!"

Zhao Zhen threw a punch and swept past Shang Lu.

Shang Lu took the opportunity to get up and grabbed Zhao Zhen's clothes, leaving a bloody mark under one claw.

"Happy!!"

Zhao Zhen laughed.

Then he leapt up and punched him into the flesh.

Zhao Zhen's punch knocked Shang Lu back a few steps, but Shang Lu quickly stabilized his body and then fought back. He kicked Zhao Zhen's knee hard with a hooked leg.

Zhao Zhen dodged sideways, but Shang Lu did not stop his attack, and he quickly launched several punches and kicks in quick succession. Zhao Zhen had to hold her breath and was on the defensive for the time being.

Zhao Zhen suddenly waved his hands and slammed towards Shang Lu. Shang Lu wanted to dodge, but Zhao Zhen punched more quickly than ever this time, and hit Shang Lu in the stomach with a heavy punch.

Shang Lu felt that his internal organs had been hit, and he was suddenly out of breath.

Shang Lu quickly searched for Zhao Zhen's flaws and waited for the best opportunity. Finally, he found an opportunity at the moment when Zhao Zhen changed punches.

Shang Lu quickly grabbed Zhao Zhen's hand, and then pulled Zhao Zhen to his side with a hard pull. Then he kicked down, and Zhao Zhen was kicked out several steps and fell to the ground.

Shang Lu followed the trend and wanted to give Zhao Zhen the final blow. But when he approached, Zhao Zhen suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle and pulled him back hard.

"Get me down!!"

Shang Lu lost his balance and fell on Zhao Zhen's body. Zhao Zhen took advantage of this opportunity to suppress Shang Lu in turn and began to launch vicious attacks on him.

Shang Lu struggled, trying to break free from Zhao Zhen's grasp. But Zhao Zhen already had the upper hand, and he kept throwing punches, each time heavier and heavier, making Shang Lu feel gradually overwhelmed.

"Zhao Zhen!!"

Eventually, Shang Lu became furious. He let out a roar of rage, violently broke free from Zhao Zhen's control, and then launched a final attack on Zhao Zhen.

In the blink of an eye, they were back in a stalemate, but this time, Shang Lu appeared even more crazy and ferocious, and he kept attacking and trying to tear Zhao Zhen to pieces.

Zhao Zhen was in danger, but he didn't give up. He concentrated all his forces and launched a final counterattack. He made a sharp turn, pressed against Shang Lu behind his back, and then punched hard.

Shang Lu tried to dodge, but it was too late. Zhao Zhen's fist slammed into his chest.

Shang Lu snorted and took a few steps back before stabilizing his figure.

However, after this punch.

Zhao Zhen couldn't hold on anymore and fell down heavily.

"Smack."

The rain on the ground splashed, and the rain entered the eyes, obscuring Zhao Zhen's gaze.

"It's a pleasure ......"

Zhao Zhen muttered in her mouth.

The rain hit his face, and his expression suddenly became dazed, and in an instant, his black and white hair faded to the last bits of black.

The blood on his face also quietly faded.

After all, there is a price to be paid for the power that is borrowed strongly.