The tip of the sword stopped on the surface of the demon pill and failed to pierce in, but the electric light on the sword entangled.

The demon pill immediately counterattacked, and the fierce demon power flood washed the sword body again and again, wanting to rot it through, but the Chaolu sword was originally water, and it was supported by thunder, although it was buzzing by the demon power flood, there was not much substantial damage.

The sword is fine, the people are different, how can the flesh and blood be comparable to the treasure blade of the lower grade of the earth?

But Feng Zhiping is not Zhan Qianwu, he has a sword to rely on, the meridians are constantly crushed by the demon force and constantly connected by the Yuanli silk thread, even if the whole body is dying like blood, the strength has not weakened, as long as there is internal force, he can't collapse.

And the internal force, he didn't know how to describe it, but words like "remnant" and "leftover" were absolutely inappropriate.

At the beginning of the battle, his sea of qi turned into a storm group, unprecedented turbulence and chaos, the core was the sword species, and the yuan power continued to emerge from the core, flowing to the whole body under the impetus of the storm and finally merging into the arms and injecting into the sword body.

The sword species is just a transit station, and the root of these yuan forces is the surrounding aura, which is the aftermath of Zhan Qianwu's confrontation with the demon pill.

Under their influence, the density of the aura in this enclosed space has climbed to an extremely terrifying level, but no matter how strong the aura is, it can't be used, whether it is for people or demons, such a turbid aura is more terrible than poison, not only can it not be used, but it also takes energy to expel what has penetrated into the body, this is why Zhan Qianwu's will to fight is distracted, the speed of her dissolution can't keep up with the speed of invasion, and her energy is divided again and again, until it collapses under double pressure.

This is a dead cycle, whether it is for her, for the clam demon, or other martial artists, in this special environment this is a dead loop, the clam demon can hold up better than her, so she lost.

But Feng Zhiping is different, his sword seems to have become a vegetarian food every three years, what to eat, just meat, when he was outside, he was very taboo, but now when he is here, it is like a weasel entering the chicken nest, as long as it is turbid and turbid, it will all be swallowed.

On the surface of the body where the qi layer reappeared when a sword descended from the sky, the chaotic aura continued to sink into the sword seed, turning into an obedient but not very docile Yuan Li throwing it out and injecting it into the Chaolu Sword along the meridians. At first, it was just aura, but soon, the sword species was no longer satisfied, and even extended its tentacles to the demon pill and took the initiative to seize the demon power of the clam demon.

It is a bottomless pit, no matter how much you swallow, you can't see the surface damage, but Feng Zhiping is bitter, even if the demons interfere, the sharp pain that makes the soul tremble still torments him, and the will is constantly worn out in the aggravated pain again and again, and the brain gradually can't think about anything else, only killing thoughts.

Only by killing the clam demon can the suffering end!

"Give me death!"

In the roar, a strong killing intent merged into the long sword, and the sword body exuded an astonishing aura, giving people a feeling like the blood knife of the Blood Knife Gate.

This aura is formless and substantial, but the destructive power is no less than the spiritual power, the spiritual power combined with the sword attacks the body of the clam demon, and the aura attacks the spirit, as well as the deeper soul.

Originally, the demon power was swallowed, and the clam demon was afraid, and at this moment, he was angry and angry, and he was even more frightened from the bottom of his heart.

It forgot that Feng Zhiping was just a small innate who had just entered the spiritual consciousness period, and forgot that the gap between the two sides was one place and one day, even if the battle situation was unfavorable, it also had the means to escape, and it even forgot to escape.

In its eyes, Feng Zhiping at this moment is the big demon in the sea of clouds who preys on its fellow clans at will, the old dragon that ate its parents and planted the seeds of fear that cannot be eradicated in its young heart, the six-winged leopard that chased it for thousands of miles and almost chewed it alive, the terrifying man who picked its owner with one shot and let it hide here and quietly cultivate and dare not return to the depths of the sea of clouds.

The seed of fear buried in the soul sprouted, and it was gradually dominated by fear when it was the best at playing with other people's minds, and when the demon pill was pierced a little shallow by the stronger and stronger Chaolu sword, the sharp pain from the soul made the fear reach the extreme, and it finally remembered something that it almost forgot - escape!

Without hesitation, the light of the demon pill flew outward, Feng Zhiping didn't expect it to escape so simply, it was shaken fiercely, and a sword stabbed into the air.

"Want to escape, dream!"

He drew his sword and chased after him, but saw that someone had stopped in front of the demon pill.

Zhan Qianwu stood with a horizontal spear, his eyes burning, and he stabbed with a shot before the demon pill turned, hitting the target!

The clam demon immediately counterattacked, and the transfiguration dragon shadow pounced.

Zhan Qianwu knew that he couldn't touch it hard, but he refused to retreat, snorted coldly and followed the person, avoiding several dragon shadows in a row, and swept heavily on the demon pill with a shot, and then was blasted out by the last two dragon shadows.

This shot was so powerful that the demon pill suddenly blocked it, and if he wanted to leave again, Feng Zhiping had already raised his sword to kill.

There is no fancy, a sword stabs straight, and the tip of the sword pierces the previous wound squarely!

He roared against the end and pushed forward, Zhan Qianwu vomited blood and rushed back with a shot against the opposite side, the two huge forces of thunder and fire and the clam demon were in pain, and when he fled horizontally, a pure golden spiritual power suddenly appeared in the thunder force, and the sharp sword blade flashed and stabbed into it fiercely.

The clam demon suddenly wailed in pain, there was no sound, and the violent spiritual storm directly poured the wail into the minds of the two of them.

Feng Zhiping and Zhan Qianwu both felt that their heads sank as if they were about to faint, and they quickly bit the tip of their tongues to hold on, and at this moment, Chaolu's sword suddenly shattered!

The golden spiritual power that allowed it to break into the demon pill turned out to be the last absolute sound, and the repeated excessive overdrafts had already made the origin on the verge of shattering, and it was all maintained by the imprisonment of the Yuanli silk thread controlled by the sword species, and it could no longer be supported at this moment, and the irretrievable collapse dissipated.

The sword was shattered, Feng Zhiping stumbled, grabbed the hilt of the sword and looked at the demon pill that was about to escape, full of anger and nowhere to vent.

This beast wants to escape, but he doesn't have a sword, what should he do?

And guns!

"Give it to me!"

Holding Zhan Qianwu, who was also shaken, Feng Zhiping snatched her gun with his hand, and Yuan Li was injected, and a message suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Red Sui, prefecture-level middle grade lower level, main material...]

It turned out to be a mid-grade prefecture-level product!

Feng Zhiping couldn't help but be shocked when he was full of murderous thoughts, and sighed that Zhan Wangfu was rich and rich, although it was the last stream in the middle grade, but the value was enough to buy two or three Chaolu swords, no wonder that a little bit of heaven and earth power infusion could exert that kind of divine power, and it was indeed not comparable to Chaolu swords.

Can you use such a magic gun?

The ground-level lower-grade Chaolu Sword itself only really exerted its power when it reached the spiritual consciousness period, and so on, can the prefecture-level middle-grade spear sword species be absorbed?

As the Yuanli silk thread was wound around the fiery red origin, it felt the familiar stagnation again, fortunately this time it was not as absolute as it was at the beginning, the origin was more difficult to absorb, and it was not that it could not be moved.

Relieved, the demon pill had also been chased, Feng Zhiping urged the sword seed to suck hard, and the hot and majestic spiritual power almost swelled him and fainted.

What's the matter, the level gap between the ground level is really not comparable to the human level, the small first order, the purity and vigor of spiritual power have increased more than ten times!

The body was full of holes as if it was about to explode, and wisps of fire kept bursting out from all wounds, and even the breath brought out wisps of fire.

Not daring to let the fire spiritual power stay in his body for a long time, he took the gun around the gap that had been pierced before, and with one stab, the fiery red spear head immediately disappeared.

The clam demon howled again, the demon pill struggled to fly away, Feng Zhiping had no choice but to chase it with a gun and move together, and after a few steps, Zhan Qianwu flew in and grabbed the gun with him.

"Guns, that's not how they work. ”

The cold voice was full of anger, and I didn't know if I was angry at someone's bad marksmanship, or angry at his previous crazy words.

After saying that, the pair of plain hands led Feng Zhiping to make a skillful move, and he picked and pressed it, and knocked the demon pill to the ground.

The two of them pressed together with their four hands, the flames on the gun gradually turned white under the joint urging of the two, and the luster of the demon pill gradually dimmed, and finally, the soul-shaking howl came to an abrupt end, and the demon pill turned into a stone and stuck to the head of the gun, and there was a dead silence all around.

Hairy clams, dead?

Feng Zhiping blinked, and the sudden calm made him trance, and he looked at Zhan Qianwu in a daze. 17

Zhan Qianwu didn't relax, frowned and looked around, snorted coldly and then exerted his strength again, directly penetrating the entire demon pill, burning through the flames.

This time is the real end, and the fake death clam demon let out a final scream and was completely killed.

After the flame of its life was extinguished, everything around it began to fall into a trance, like a beautiful picture scroll soaked in water, all of them were twisted and deformed, and finally they were caught up in a whirlpool, the only thing that did not change was them and the guns in their hands.

This process may seem like a long one, but it's actually very short.

When everything around them disappeared into darkness, both of them felt confused, subconsciously closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, everything in front of them made them can't help but feel in a trance.

Sunshine, white clouds, green trees, grass, and a clam much bigger than the house.

Except for the big clam with its mouth open, the surroundings were quiet, and there was no trace of a fight.

Turning his head to look around, he found that the other party and himself were lying shoulder to shoulder, and when I turned my head, I could see each other's faces, which looked like a tired little couple lying comfortably on the grass to rest, and everything before was like a dream.

It's just like, it's not a dream!

The big clams with their mouths open and the wounds on their bodies are proof!

The clam demon did control their minds and pulled them into the nightmare it weaved, but the illusion was so realistic that it was almost indistinguishable from reality, and everything that happened inside was equivalent to what really happened, the two of them were still injured internally and externally, weak and weak, vomiting blood.

"When it's true, it's also false, illusion!" Zhan Qianwu smiled weakly and bitterly.

Feng Zhiping didn't have the strength to answer, and kept vomiting blood.

Without the influence of the clam demon, the demons dissipated with the dream, and when he regained his senses, he also completely felt the bitter fruit of the backlash, and there was no place in the body from top to bottom from the inside to the outside that did not hurt, it felt like being hammered by a hundred old Dong in turn, and being pressed by dozens of carriages in turn, and at the same time, someone stuffed his internal organs with firecrackers and exploded at the same time, and he was angry and stuffed hundreds of cow hair needles that he could move all over his brain and body, summed up in one sentence - life is better than death.

Of course he doesn't want to die, the hard-won new life will naturally not be wasted, as long as he can live, it is better to die in pain than to die.

He really can't die, the sword species that has calmed down controls Yuan Li to repair the wounds in his body in an orderly manner, and hundreds of painful and itchy "cow hair needles" are proof of the healing of injuries, he can feel and see it.

But, it really hurts!

There was no howl, he collapsed on the ground and hummed quietly as if he were dying.

Zhan Qianwu glanced at him, didn't speak, only stretched out a hand and pressed it on his chest, using the little internal strength left to help him sort out his internal injuries.

As Yuan Li probed in, her hand trembled, and she looked at Feng Zhiping in shock.

Feng Zhiping's internal injuries were extremely serious, not to mention that the meridians and viscera, and the flesh were almost not good, and the external injuries were equally miserable, almost draining the blood in his whole body, if he was someone else, he would have died a long time ago, and if he didn't die, he would definitely become a waste, even she was no exception.

But he didn't die, not only did he not die, but he also slowly and continuously healed himself, such a strong vitality even the masters of the end of the Shenzang stage may not have it!

How the hell did this guy do it?

What did he encounter, how did he change from a heavenly remnant to a current spiritual consciousness stage innate, and how could he have such a terrifying self-healing power?

Zhan Qianwu thought about it, and her eyes fell on the dantian.

It was the only place where there was no damage, the sea of qi was calm and steady as if nothing had happened, and if there was a cat, it must be there!

She was curious, but she didn't explore, it was taboo to casually explore the sea of people, and for some reason, she didn't want to cause a misunderstanding that would cause a bad feeling.

Just as she retracted her gaze, the ground suddenly shook, and a terrifying demonic aura filled the depths of the ground, stronger and more domineering than that on the clam demon.

Feng Zhiping suddenly stopped humming, and turned his head to look at Zhan Qianwu with great effort, and Zhan Qianwu also looked at him, looking at each other, all of them suspicious.

"Illusion?" Feng Zhiping asked, "The big clam is not dead?"

Zhan Qianwu looked at the clam demon's corpse and shook his head: "No, it's definitely dead." ”

"That's..."Feng Zhiping swallowed.

Zhan Qianwu nodded with a cold face, stood up with his body propped up, and hugged Feng Zhiping on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Feng Zhiping's eyes burst into tears.

"How do you know if you don't try!" Zhan Qianwu gasped and glanced sideways, "Don't let me talk, I'm tired, be careful to leave you alone!"

Feng Zhiping struggled, and suddenly pulled out his hand with all his strength, and the person collapsed on the ground again.

"What are you doing!"

Zhan Qianwu wanted to help, but was blocked.

Feng Zhiping sighed, and squeezed out a self-righteous crying smile: "You go, leave me alone, no one can leave with me." ”

"What stupid things are you talking about!" Zhan Qianwu was angry, stretched out his hand to help again, but was blocked again, "Be honest, don't make a mess!"

"It's you who have to be honest. Feng Zhiping winked playfully, "You forgot, I said that obedient women are cute." ”

Without waiting for Zhan Qianwu to open his mouth, he smiled again: "You go first, don't worry, I'm very lucky, I didn't die when I was tied up on Longting Lake, and I definitely won't die this time, God is good to me." Go and go, hurry up, and when I see my father, I will help me with a word, so that he must find the guy who harmed me to avenge me, and then go to Cangshan for me, and let the senior sister of Mochizuki Peak give You Shuang'er a message, saying that I may not be able to marry her, so that she must find a guy who is not as good as me to marry. ”

"Isn't it better than you?"

"First of all, there are very few guys who are better than me, so little that they basically don't exist, and secondly, only by marrying a guy who is not as good as me can I remember me, although I can't marry her, but I have to let her remember me for a lifetime. ”

Zhan Qianwu was speechless, opened Feng Zhiping's hand and picked it up, and said coldly: "If you say such shameless words, you can say it yourself, be honest with me now, don't let me waste my strength!"

"No one can leave this way..."

"Shut up, do you want me to knock you unconscious?"

"But..."

Suddenly, the ground not far away cracked, and large expanses of dirt exploded into the sky from the cracks.

The two of them shook to the ground, turned their heads in unison, and watched in horror as a huge claw burrowed out of the ground and stretched out into the sky, the ground was still cracking, and the rest of it would soon be visible.

Zhan Qianwu was shocked, such an amazing demonic aura, could it be the great demon at the end of the Shenzang period, or even the tangible period?

Feng Zhiping's face was also pale, but he was thinking about other things.

Such a big crab claw, bigger than the body of a large clam, is this guy a crab or a lobster?

Anyway, these guys should live in the water, why did they all run on land one by one, is it fun to eat soil?