"You're here!"

The dead man looked up, and there was no flesh on his thin face, but his eyes were as bright as a star.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that his consciousness was burned.

This surprised him a little, his consciousness was born from his life, and it was not too much to say that he was as tough as iron, but a glance at each other made him feel a stinging pain in his eyebrows.

"Is that how the people who looked at me in the past felt that? This dead man is not simple! ”

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also felt that something strange was resonating between himself and the dead man, making a buzzing sound that only metal could only be found in the void.

"When the other party appears here, most of them can't hide, it seems that they have to go!"

Zhang Zhiwei regained consciousness and looked around, they had already left the imperial tomb and were in the depths of Changbai Mountain.

Because I had a lot of injuries, I couldn't speed up the ridge like I did when I went up, so the path down the mountain was smooth.

At this moment, the snow was very heavy, and the wind around them was like a ghost crying, sharp and piercing, and everyone was tied to each other with ropes around their waists, and the ends of the ropes were tied to the sleigh so as not to be blown away by the wind if they were not careful.

"I have something to deal with, you go to the white fairy first, and I'll find it when I get back!"

Zhang Zhiwei said in a deep voice, his voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Senior Brother Zhang, is there something wrong?" Lu Ci said, "I'm with you!" ”

Lu Jin and the others also looked at it with some puzzlement, after arriving at the land of the dragon vein, Senior Brother Zhang seemed to have become a lot more mysterious, and often acted alone.

"It's not necessary, it's just a trivial matter, I'll go and get back quickly!"

After that, Zhang Zhiwei's figure moved and disappeared on the sled.

He walked slowly on the snow, his steps so light that he didn't leave a trace.

All the way to the north, Zhang Zhiwei walked into the dead man's Qimen pattern.

There is no vegetation here, the sky is vast, the sky is vast, it is white, up and down, left and right, and all directions are white, and it is even impossible to distinguish between the sky and the ground.

In the center of the area sat the dead man, and there was not a single snowflake on him under the heavy snow, and when the snow flakes were about to fall on him, they would naturally drift in both directions.

"You're here?"

The dead man turned around and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a striking gaze.

Zhang Zhiwei looked directly into the other party's eyes: "What are you?" Why do you keep spying on me? ”

I didn't say anything about I'm here, you shouldn't come or something like that, and the opening was tense.

The dead man stared at Zhang Zhiwei: "You invited me here!" ”

"When?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

He didn't remember anything like that.

"Don't remember?" The dead man's face was expressionless, and he glanced at the Dongfeng sword on Zhang Zhiwei's back: "How are your swordsmanship?" ”

"Something!" Zhang Zhiwei said casually.

"Something?" The dead man said lightly: "It's a very new sentence, come, tell me about your understanding of swordsmanship!" ”

Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at him: "You let me say it?" ”

The dead man stared into Zhang Zhiwei's eyes for a long time, and said lightly: "A stinky bull's nose like you is rampant, I haven't seen it in this seat for hundreds of years, don't you say it?" Then Ihonza will try it for myself! ”

After that, he got up slowly, and the Qi machine diverged, gathering but not dispersing on the top of his head, and the shape was like three flowers.

At the same time, his momentum also changed abruptly, rolling like a wave, like an unstoppable beast of the flood.

"Try it!"

Zhang Zhiwei took the lead, raised his hand, slapped it over, and when the strength was activated, the thunder in his body exploded, rolling like thunder.

said that he wanted to see swordsmanship, Zhang Zhiwei directly slapped him.

The dead man also struck, extremely fast, without any fancy speed, and hit Zhang Zhiwei's hand.

"Boom!"

Qi Jin collided, and the cold wind shot out like a stray bullet, piercing the air, tearing the white marks of the debut, and the force was so fierce that ordinary people would be shattered by the shock as long as they touched it slightly.

"The body is weak, but it can take my blow, something, since you want to try my swordsmanship, then let you try!"

Zhang Zhiwei drew his sword, and the big sword slashed at the dead man's head.

Because of the serious loss of qi in his body, Zhang Zhiwei's sword did not contain the powerful Qi, but only a sharp attack and the sword momentum of the ghosts and gods retreating.

But with the blessing of Qi, we can get a glimpse of Zhang Zhiwei's true attainments in swordsmanship.

This sword is simple and impossible, but the sword momentum is as domineering as the long sky and the sea, as if it wants to split the dead man and the earth in half.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei pull out the sword, the corners of the dead man's mouth raised, revealing a somewhat mad smile, and he also pulled out the sword with his backhand.

His sword was not a weapon, just a mediocre fine iron long sword, but in the face of Zhang Zhiwei's terrifying sword momentum, he chose to go against the trend.

With a "sonorous" sound, the two swords collided, and they were evenly matched.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhiwei frowned, not to mention the level of swordsmanship, life cultivation, just the material of this sword, he has the advantage, ordinary swords against high-grade magic weapons, it should collapse at the touch of a button, how can it be evenly matched.

What is the origin of this dead man?

Zhang Zhiwei was puzzled, no longer reserved, suddenly strengthened, and slashed out dozens of swords in a row, fast, fierce, pervasive, splashing water did not enter, and swept like a storm.

Zhang Zhiwei, who holds a sword, is like a god and a demon, and each sword has the potential to break through the mountain, tearing the air, and enveloping the dead with a terrible wind.

At this time, the dead man seemed to have no choice but to retreat again.

But he didn't, not only did he not retreat, but he took a step forward, wielding the Fan Tie long sword, and he also stabbed dozens of swords in a row, the trajectory arc, it was natural, and the speed and strength were not inferior to Zhang Zhiwei's big sword.

In this kind of collision, if you want to distinguish the winner from the loser, you can only hit it hard, fight fast with fast, and fight hard with ruthlessness.

Fast! Faster, faster!

Zhang Zhiwei's attack was blazing like a wave, and it was not as fast as his eyes, but every time the dead man drew his sword, he was able to accurately intercept his attack.

The two sides fought faster and faster, creating a series of afterimages in the air like doppelgangers, and even before this afterimage disappeared, another afterimage came out.

This kind of play, without the slightest opportunism, the competition is the level of life cultivation and swordsmanship, excluding all other factors of hard power, whoever is strong, who can win.

Zhang Zhiwei felt very enjoyable, although the repeated battles made him not in his heyday, but this battle was definitely the most hearty since he came down the mountain, and it can even be said to be the most hearty since he practiced Qi.

In the past, the battle was either solved with one slap or a few slaps, but this time, he slashed out hundreds of swords in a row, but the other party was still at ease.

For a while, Zhang Zhiwei was heroic, suddenly laughed loudly, and slammed forward, the long sword broke through the air, this sword was very heavy, and even gave people a feeling of Mount Tai running forward.

But the sword in the hand of the dead man is very light, wielding freely, very light, like a cloud floating, like flowing water.

The two sides fought for 300 rounds, and the two swords also collided more than 300 times, and the sword intent of the other party was transmitted to their respective bodies through the collision.

Zhang Zhiwei's life was blended, and in this level of battle, he felt that not only his body was being tempered by the other party's sword intent, but even his soul was becoming more and more condensed in the constant shock.

It's like a piece of steel, constantly quenching, calcining off impurities, leaving only the most essential part, which is a kind of progress, although not immediate, but not less important at all.

"Sonorous...... Sonorous ......"

The fighting between the two sides became more and more intense. The machines collided with each other, causing a terrifying scene of whirlpools and air waves, setting off a blizzard here.

The whole world trembled in this blizzard, and the terrible sound of the wind seemed to have ancient beasts or angry spirits roaring, which was very penetrating.

At this time, even a master like Lu Ci will be squeezed by the air waves in the middle of a snowstorm, making it difficult to gain a foothold, and even dangerous.

However, Zhang Zhiwei became more and more excited the more he fought, his half-squinted eyes opened and closed suddenly, and his star-like eyes were blazing.

He was so excited, he wanted this feeling, this feeling of being evenly matched.

Zhang Zhiwei took out his sword and walked under his feet, and wherever he went, the snow rose like the tide of the sea, and the frozen soil under the snow was as hard as steel and cracked inch by inch.

And the dead man is brisk and does not hurt the ground, he is like a Tai Chi round ball, swinging all attacks, and there are no dead ends in all directions.

He had been passively defending until he raised his sword, crossed the arc of the sky, and lightly snorted on Zhang Zhiwei's sword, interrupting Zhang Zhiwei's hurried sword momentum.

The dead man stood in the air, looked at Zhang Zhiwei condescendingly, and said lightly: "Okay, I already know your swordsmanship level, and I am only afraid of boring physical strength competitions if I fight, now, it's time for you to try my swordsmanship!" ”

With that, he drew his sword, and the blade of the sword drew a huge, perfect arc.

No one can depict the perfection of that arc, only that it brings the sword momentum of the long river and the sea.

Zhang Zhiwei's sword momentum, under this sword momentum, collapsed when touched, and he was vulnerable, and the sword momentum like a long river and a sea collapsed, drowning him in an instant.

In an instant, everything in the heavens and the earth seemed to lose its color, and the splashing wind and snow suddenly stopped, and the heavens and the earth seemed to suddenly stop, and everything was silent.

A moment later.

"Huhuhu......"

Everything recovers, and the wind and snow return.

Zhang Zhiwei blinked, his nose fluttered, and hot air gushed out.

Blood gushed out along with it.

Large strands of blood poured out all over the place, splattering into blood in midair.

This has never been the case, all the blood on Zhang Zhiwei's body seems to be gushing out in an instant, he is extremely injured, and the whole person has become a bloody person.

In the small world of the human body, the "National Teacher" looked at the apocalyptic scene, without a trace of joy in his heart, and sat on the ground, crying.

Of course, I didn't want Zhang Zhiwei to die, so I immediately wiped my tears, and began to clean up the mess and repair the pattern of the human body while crying.

Zhang Zhiwei clutched the Dongfeng sword in his hand, and blood continued to drip down the sword.

"The ...... of the swordsmanship of the main seat"

The dead man's head was scattered, and he tilted his head to look at Zhang Zhiwei, "What is it?" ”

"It's ...... Very...... Strong ......"

Zhang Zhiwei said word by word, his voice was very soft, and his breath was like a gossamer, and he really only had one breath left.

The sword just now was approaching, he knew that it was not good, and he was invincible, so he immediately tried his best and used all means to block it, but he didn't block it, and it didn't even have any effect, he was directly cut off and almost died.

For Zhang Zhiwei's answer, the dead man was quite satisfied, turned his back to him, and said slowly:

"On that day, you opened the altar, saying that let this seat manifest the spirit, pass on your one-handed demon swordsmanship, help this seat sweep everything, and return this Shenzhou a bright and bright Qiankun, this seat is coming today, borrowing the corpse to return the soul, I wanted to sit with your calf nose and talk about it, pass on your swordsmanship, but I never thought that you little thing toasted and did not eat and punish wine, but you want to test the sword, and said that the drum does not need a heavy hammer, how does this heavy hammer taste?"

Spread my one-handed demon swordsmanship, help you sweep everything, and return this Shenzhou to a bright future, when will I say...... Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, and he remembered the scene when he first opened the flying sword to punish the magic altar.

At that time, he sensed the Zhenwu Emperor in the dark, and was also looked at by the Zhenwu Emperor, at that time, he had a whim, so he said a few words, and afterwards said that he had paid the wrong amount.

The cause of the day, the result of today, I never expected that the Emperor Zhenwu took advantage of this invitation to God, and a trace of true spirit came out of the magic line, possessed a dead man, and came to him to spread the demon sword technique.

I said that no matter how you drill out of a guy casually, you can press me and fight me for hundreds of rounds, it turns out that it is the Emperor of Zhenwu, and he is not unjustly lost.

Moreover, there is no wrong payment, it is ...... It's this old puppet who is a little ruthless!

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, he controlled his own pattern, as long as he was not killed by a blow, no matter how serious the injury was, he could slowly recover.

During the conversation of Emperor Zhenwu just now, he had stabilized his injuries, and immediately bowed his head:

"Please teach me!"

Emperor Zhenwu turned around and looked at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "I still like your unruly appearance before!" ”

Zhang Zhiwei: "............"

"Misunderstanding, I thought it was an evil spirit drilled out of the interior scene, how could I think it was my own ancestor!"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled, but his body was bloody, and his smile looked a little hideous.

"Your ancestor is Zhang Daoling!" Emperor Zhenwu said, he didn't really embarrass his own Junhousheng, and stretched out his hand to touch the top of Zhang Zhiwei's head.

In the next moment, the world seemed to stand still for a second at this moment, and Zhang Zhiwei clearly felt the surging solar terms, scattering around him, forming a small pattern.

The blood that flowed all over the ground suddenly shook and was pulled by a surging force and flowed back into Zhang Zhiwei's wounds.

In an instant, the previous fatal injuries and knife wounds were as intact as ever,

In the pattern, he was crying and repairing his heart ape, looking at the human body pattern that had changed back to normal, he was a little confused, but this did not prevent him from continuing to repair.

Not only the national teacher, Zhang Zhiwei was also a little incredulous, everything in front of him was like a videotape playing backwards, was the time in the pattern reversed, or was it used other spells?

"The immortal strokes my top," Zhang Zhiwei saluted, "and ask the ancestor to give me the law!" ”

(End of chapter)