Chapter Eighty-Three: Fierce Battle in the Jungle

"Wang-"

The third brother bared his teeth and stared not far away.

Zhang Sanyi saw that there was a figure in front of him. I can only barely see it, because it's really too dark.

He couldn't tell if the man was facing away from him or facing him.

Stopping his steps, Zhang Sanyi took a deep breath, stared at the faint figure in front of him, Qi in the dantian, and slowly gathered his right hand together.

In this kind of place, most of the people who encounter obstacles are friends and foes, and he is no longer the small shopkeeper who only knows how to mess around.

"Who's up ahead?"

Zhang Sanyi shouted, and the voice echoed in the woods for several seconds.

However, the figure in front of him remained motionless and did not respond.

Zhang Sanyi suspected that he had seen something wrong.

Bending down and gently putting down the third brother who was tense, Zhang Sanyi realized that his palms were sweaty, and he slowly walked towards the figure nervously.

He didn't condense the Qi Sword, because, the consumption of that thing is really too big, so let's save it.

Slowly, the figure became clearer, and Zhang Sanyi could see a rough outline.

It's really a person, it's not that he's wrong.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Sanyi's voice trembled a little, because he felt a trace of danger.

The man still didn't reply, and he didn't move.

Zhang Sanyi walked more and more slowly, the forest was really too quiet, he felt that he could hear his heartbeat, beating a little fast, he was really a little nervous.

Suddenly, when Zhang Sanyi was less than five meters away from the black shadow, the man moved, the black shadow flashed, and Zhang Sanyi found that he couldn't see the person.

Zhang Sanyi tensed up all of a sudden, standing in place, cautiously observing the surroundings, looking for the figure.

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him, like a gust of wind blowing, and there was a feeling of dryness, Zhang Sanyi turned around sharply, and saw a fist wrapped in flames reach his chest.

"Bang" Zhang Sanyi didn't have time to dodge, and was directly hit in the chest by a punch, and the hot feeling instantly spread all over his body, but Zhang Sanyi was not too seriously injured.

At the moment when the fist approached, Zhang Sanyi also relied on the glimmer of fire and saw the mask on the man's face.

"Huh, are you okay?"

The voice was a little hoarse, full of incredulity.

"Hmph"

Zhang Sanyi clutched his chest, and an off-white sword had appeared in his right hand.

"It's not easy"

Zhuang Zhicheng stared at Zhang Sanyi with a sword that didn't look like a sword.

"Boom"

Zhuang Zhicheng's fists were lit with red flames, and the mask on the face of the flames was even more terrifying.

"Zhang Sanyi, there are some things that you can't bear"

Before the words fell, Zhuang Zhicheng, who was wearing a mask, took a brisk walk and rushed up.

"Vulcan Fist"

Seeing that the flaming fist was getting closer and closer, Zhang Sanyi slowly raised his sword and swung it towards the fist lightly.

"Bang"

The fire on Zhuang Zhicheng's fist was extinguished instantly, the sleeves of his clothes were instantly torn into pieces, and the arms crossed in front of his chest trembled violently, he looked at Zhang Sanyi incredulously, looking at the sword in Zhang Sanyi's hand, which had faded a little, and his chest rose and fell violently.

A sword repelled Zhuang Zhicheng, Zhang Sanyi did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, holding the sword, pointing at Zhuang Zhicheng, gray-white eyes, without a trace of emotion.

The sword just now, Zhang Sanyi retracted his strength, otherwise, Zhuang Zhicheng, who was only at the peak of the second stage, would not be able to withstand his sword.

Although Zhang Sanyi didn't know how powerful his sword was, he always felt that he was very powerful, especially when he held the sword in his hand and his eyes were gray.

Zhuang Zhicheng knew that he had kicked the iron plate, and cold sweat flowed down his neck to his back, but it was useless to regret it, it had come to this point.

After he took Zhang Sanyi's sword, he knew that he was definitely not Zhang Sanyi's opponent, and he had already had a hint of retreat.

Zhang Sanyi was waiting, waiting for Zhuang Zhicheng to make a move, he wanted to try how powerful he was.

And Zhuang Zhicheng, when he was cautiously staring at Zhang Sanyi, was already planning an escape route, and he believed that with his familiarity with this forest, he should be able to escape.

Suddenly, Zhuang Zhicheng felt a tingling pain coming from the back of his calf, and then, slowly, his head began to be a little confused, and his vision was a little blurry.

Struggling to turn around with some difficulty, Zhuang Zhicheng saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

Just where Zhuang Zhicheng felt the stinging pain, a burst of blood mist slowly spread, slowly enveloping his whole body.

Thinking that it was dark, Zhang Sanyi didn't notice the changes in Zhuang Zhicheng at all.

"Ahh

Suddenly, Zhuang Zhicheng convulsed, grinning his teeth, and was extremely painful.

"Boom"

Zhuang Zhicheng's arms were lit with raging flames. The flames were much redder than they had just been.

"Cluck-"

There was a piercing sound of bones rubbing, and Zhang Sanyi saw the man smile cruelly at him.

Zhang Sanyi sensed that something was wrong, that person was obvious, much stronger than just now.

In a trance, the flame fist had already arrived in front of Zhang Sanyi, and the air around him was intense.

"Shield"

A light shield appeared in front of Zhang Sanyi, and the flame fist smashed heavily on the light shield.

The light shield melted instantly, and the flames on the fist did not weaken by half a point, but were hindered by the light shield, and it slowed down a little.

"Boom"

There was a loud bang, the flames soared, and Zhuang Zhicheng's fist smashed the back of Zhang Sanyi's sword.

The huge strength made Zhang Sanyi couldn't help but take a few steps back, his hands, connected to his arms, numb for a while, and the Qi sword in his hand was already dim and about to disappear.

Panting heavily, Zhang Sanyi saw the scarlet eyes under the mask.

The blow that blocked that person just now, Zhang Sanyi's consumption was a little too large, he felt that he was already a little tired, he could still support a sword, and at most he only had one sword.

"Click-click-"

Zhuang Zhicheng twisted his neck and shook his hand again.

A fireball appeared in his right hand, slowly growing larger and darker in color, from red to a little byan.

Zhang Sanyi felt great pressure, and that fireball gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

The fireball was still condensing, and the temperature was getting higher and higher, even if it was more than ten meters away, Zhang Sanyi could feel the oncoming scorching heat.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood spurted onto the fireball.

"Snort-" and bursts of white smoke came out.

Under the mask, blood slowly flowed out of Zhuang Zhicheng's eyes, nose, and teeth......

"Uh...... Ah......h

The fireball was thrown straight over, and the huge pressure made Zhang Sanyi unable to move his feet, and the fireball began to grow slowly.

And after Zhuang Zhicheng threw the fireball, he fell to the ground softly.

"Whew-"

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Sanyi slowly closed his eyes, the dim looming small sword stood in front of Zhang Sanyi's chest, since he couldn't escape, he wanted to try the second move of the sword technique, one sword into three.

In the dantian, the yin-yang fish disc rotated wildly, and the golden villain standing on the disc frantically absorbed the surrounding Qi, and the small white sword in his hand was also trembling violently.

And the little golden sword was extraordinarily quiet, floating quietly on the side, as if watching coldly.

Suddenly, Zhang Sanyi heard a "buzz-" sound.

In the dantian, the white sword had already flown out of the little golden man's right hand, and it was erected in front of the little golden man like the sword in front of Zhang Sanyi, and Zhang Sanyi found that the sword was as tall as the little golden man.

The little golden man nodded slightly, made a handprint, and the white sword spun around the golden man quickly, and the afterimage became clearer and clearer.

The sword in front of Zhang Sanyi, like the one in the dantian, also began to spin rapidly, and a shield gradually appeared around him.

Finally, the fireball arrived in front of Zhang Sanyi, and it was already the size of a basketball.

"Boom-"

Zhang Sanyi was hit hard, a mouthful of hot blood spit out, and his body trembled.

When he opened his eyes, Zhang Sanyi saw that the basketball-sized fireball was stopped not far from his body, the flames were getting weaker and weaker, and his Qi sword was turning slower and slower.

Sweat flowed down his cheeks, Zhang Sanyi covered his chest, panting heavily.

"Bang-" Finally, the shield formed by the Qi sword shattered in response, and the burning sensation came to his face.

Although the fireball has been weakened a lot, it is still menacing.

Zhang Sanyi already felt that the dantian was drying up, even if the little golden man was crazy to absorb it, he couldn't gather the Qi sword anymore.

Suddenly, in the dantian, the golden little man opened his eyes and indifferently turned his head to the little golden sword that was watching from the sidelines.

The golden little sword was like a great enemy, and with a sword roar, he fled frantically, but after all, the dantian was so big.

The golden villain stretched out his hand, and the golden sword suddenly froze, and the sword body struggled violently and swayed.

Zhang Sanyi felt a tingling pain in his right hand, and an extremely domineering force surged out of the dantian.

An extremely illusory golden greatsword appeared in his hand.

The golden greatsword took Zhang Sanyi's arm and slowly slashed towards the fireball, the fireball instantly split into two and scattered around, and the golden greatsword was also like glass, shattered into pieces.

The small fireballs that scattered in all directions fell on the branches of the surrounding trees, and in an instant, the raging fire ignited, illuminating the darkness and brightness.

Zhang Sanyi felt tired and anxious, and turned one sword into three, but in the end he didn't succeed, as for what the golden sword was, Zhang Sanyi didn't know.

Struggling, Zhang Sanyi dragged his heavy steps, slowly walked to the man who had fallen to the ground, bent down, and gently picked up the mask that had been stained with blood.

Although the man was bleeding and his face was hideous, he still recognized Zhuang Zhicheng.

Looking at Zhuang Zhicheng, who had long since lost his breath, Zhang Sanyi was a little stunned, he didn't expect that the county magistrate, who had a good impression, would die under his hands.

Why did he kill me?

Zhang Sanyi didn't understand, he didn't seem to have any grudges with Zhuang Zhicheng, no grudges......

Gently put on the hideous mask again, Zhang Sanyi sighed softly.

"Third brother—"

Zhang Sanyi's voice was very soft and weak.

"Wang-"

The third brother walked out of the shadows, turned his head to look at Zhuang Zhicheng's body, and ran to Zhang Sanyi's feet.

Bending down to take the third brother into his arms, Zhang Sanyi glanced at Zhuang Zhicheng's corpse again, turned around, and slowly followed the road, disappearing into the darkness.

The surrounding fire slowly dimmed, and the scorched trees around swayed, and the scorched lumps on the trunk fell off little by little, revealing a brand new trunk, intact as before.

"Rustle-rustle-rustle-"

In the dark, huge tree roots slowly crawled towards Zhuang Zhicheng's corpse, the roots pierced into the corpse, and Zhuang Zhicheng's corpse slowly dried up.

A smell of decay slowly permeated the entire forest.

......

It didn't take long for the light to start getting better.

Zhang Sanyi was slightly fascinated by his eyes.

Slowly, suddenly.

......

It turns out that this is the outside.