There is a strong enemy in front, and there are pursuers in the rear; There is no way back, this is a desperate situation.

When encountering a desperate situation, some people will be afraid to bend their spines, bend their knees to strong enemies, and then they can't get up; Some people will bottom out, stimulate the hidden bloodthirsty factor, and run away in desperation.

Zhang Ziyu is the latter.

There is no need to go back, and there is no need to go back. It is necessary to know that the brave wins when they meet on a narrow road.

The wisps of mana were transferred out of the dantian, and the mana with the attributes of the "Taiqing Self-cultivation Method" circulated in the body, and the fear in the heart slowly dissipated, the qi and blood flowed, and the muscles were no longer sore.

Zhang Ziyu was half-squatting on the ground, only to feel that his back was hot, his heart was beating at an unprecedented speed, he raised his head, looked at the black tiger's vertical pupils, and slowly raised the sword in his right hand.

"The sword is divided into two poles!" He snorted.

Shushan's "Xuanyuan Swordsmanship", he learned two styles, one is mixed Yuan Ruyi, which is a defensive swordsmanship, and a type of sword is divided into two poles, which is an offensive swordsmanship.

In the face of a strong enemy, he did not use defensive swordsmanship, but toe a little, thighs force, flick, and took the initiative to kill the huge black tiger.

Leaping forward, the person was in the air, his arms stretched forward, and the tip of the sword went down a little, straight to the forehead of the Black Tiger King.

"Moo!!"

I saw that the black tiger suddenly opened its bloody mouth and roared loudly, and the fishy wind rose loudly, and the sound was terrifying, which made people's hearts chill and dare not move again.

Zhang Ziyu made a pause, almost wanting to escape, but the sword had already been shot, how could there be any reason to retreat?

Facing the black tiger, the sword was still pointed.

The black tiger tilted his head, avoiding the tip of the sword, his huge body stood up, and the big slap of the pu fan slapped at Zhang Ziyu's head.

If such a big tiger palm is hit, its head will explode like an exploding watermelon.

Zhang Ziyu was not afraid, as soon as his body landed, he tilted his head back, and the blade swept towards the tiger's palm.

Then he heard a "swish", and the blade slashed into the tiger's palm.

But the huge force slapped it, which also made Zhang Ziyu's palm numb, holding the sword unsteadily, and losing the sword; He took a few steps back before he stood firm.

The sword came out of his hand and stuck it on the ground.

After a round of fighting, he was knocked off the sword.

Zhang Ziyu felt a little ashamed.

He looked up at the black tiger, and by the dark light shining from the gate of reincarnation, he suddenly found that the tiger's forefoot was injured.

The strange thing is that the black tiger was injured, but it did not bleed, but broke it directly. The tiger's paw is hollow!

Paper Man!

No, it's a paper tiger!

He should have thought of it a long time ago!

The house is made of paper, and the people are made of paper, so the tiger should naturally be tied by the tiger.

The black tiger lay its forelimbs on the ground, in an attacking posture, and as soon as its hind legs bent one, the whole tiger bounced up and pounced on Zhang Ziyu from a distance of four or five meters.

In mid-air, he opened his bloody mouth, enough to bite off Zhang Ziyu's head!

"Paper Tiger!"

Zhang Ziyu sneered.

That Wu Song beat all the real tigers, what is it for me Zhang Ziyu to beat a paper tiger?

Mana works in the body, and the energy is exhausted!

"Hah!"

He burst into a shout, found the right angle, turned his head away, avoided the tiger's kiss, and held down his front paws with both hands, facing the black tiger.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound.

The terrifying forward force of the black tiger took Zhang Ziyu's whole person into the air.

One man and one tiger, flying forward another meter.

Zhang Ziyu landed on the ground with the black tiger in his arms and rolled on the ground a few more times.

He rolled with the trend, got the upper position, turned his hand into a fist, and smashed it straight into the black tiger's eyes.

"Smack!"

The paper tiger's head suddenly sunk into a pit.

"Roar!"

The black tiger seemed to know the pain and screamed miserably.

Zhang Ziyu didn't care, his left hand was another punch, and he smashed a pit on the head of the black tiger.

Two punches hit the head, making two pits, and the black tiger immediately lost the strength to resist.

Zhang Ziyu was worried about the resurrection of the paper tiger, so his fists fell like raindrops, smashing the head of the paper tiger to pieces, and then stood up with the paper tiger's long body, tearing it left and right, and actually tore the paper tiger in half.

This paper tiger actually just looks ferocious, covered with a tiger skin made of paper on the outside, and a tiger bone made of wooden sticks on the inside, which is still hollow. Very cheap paper tigers. It is all supported by mana, and once the law is broken, there is no deterrent at all.

"Aang!"

As soon as the paper tiger was torn apart, the black dragon entrenched in mid-air collided again.

Zhang Ziyu turned around and saw the black dragon flying from the air, threw the paper tiger left and right, flashed to the side, and avoided the black dragon dragon's head.

But the black dragon flew by, and with a twitch of its tail, it was whipped on his back.

The sheer force almost drained his breath from his back.

He rolled on the ground several times before he unloaded his strength.

The general will get up, and the black dragon is here again!

This black dragon must also be made of paper, a paper dragon.

However, although it is a paper dragon, it is flying in the air, which is several times more difficult to deal with than the paper tiger on the ground.

If you continue to fight like this, there will definitely be no chance.

Zhang Ziyu thought about it, and when he avoided it again, he deliberately let the black dragon draw, borrowed his strength, adjusted his position, and rolled to the edge of the sword that was knocked away.

When the dragon strikes again. He no longer avoided it, drew his sword with his backhand, held his hands in front of him, and slammed into the paper dragon.

"Zla~"

The paper dragon was impartial and slammed into the blade of the sword.

Zhang Ziyu took advantage of the situation and slashed the sword three or four meters over, and cut the seven or eight meter-long paper dragon in half.

It is also a skin made of paper, a bone made of wooden sticks, and a paper dragon supported by spells.

A dragon and a tiger were torn in half.

Zhang Ziyu stood with his sword in his hand, as if he was really standing on top of the corpse of the dragon and tiger.

He remembered the words of the great man, "All difficulties are paper tigers".

Even if there were really white tigers and green dragons in front of him, he would have to split them in half and bathe in dragon blood.

He turned around and looked at the blue-faced Xu Wei who was coming from the snake, and he only felt weird and disgusting in his heart, but he had no fear.

It's probably just a paper figure again.

Slashing his sword left and right, he slashed the gate of reincarnation made of paper, and he walked quickly to the shore of the Yellow Spring.

Looking at the yellow mud-like thing flowing in the riverbank, feeling the breath of death inside, he raised his feet and walked onto the paper-mâché Nai He Bridge.

The yellow spring under the bridge is papier-mâché, but the turbulent flow makes people really feel that it is a yellow spring; Although the Nai He Bridge under my feet is paper paste, walking on it, I feel that this bridge is really a Nai He Bridge.

Zhang Ziyu held the sword, forcibly suppressed the strange sense of terror in his heart, and only rushed to the other side with his head covered.

"Fake...... Fake ...... It's all fake! ”

The bridge was short, and he quickly rushed to the middle of the bridge, but at this moment......

"Ziyu?"

The voice of the Spirit Poetry Sword sounded behind him.

"Shijian?"

"Hoo ......"

As soon as he heard the voice of Ling Shijian, Zhang Ziyu's heart relaxed.

In this strange papier-mâché world, there could not be another person who could give him such an unparalleled sense of security.

Shushan Sword Immortal, seeing the mood monk, for the Lingshi Sword, this strange paper world is just a sword.

"Alive." He said in his heart.

He stopped and looked back.