Caught off guard, he was hit twice by the stab of Kan and the bloody arrow in the abdomen, and the severe pain and fear completely occupied the entire consciousness of the tyrant.

The frightened "ah" of the tyrant had just been shouted, and the end of the rhyme was still in the air and swirling. The power of Wang Heng's Heavenly Dragon Secret Technique's second technique, ---, suddenly poured out, and the strength of his whole body suddenly increased by three times, completely pouring into his right hand. It was poured so resolutely, so without leaving any trace, his hands stood like knives, his fingers were like sharp cones, and he was sharp and piercing the front chest of the tyrant.

Hearing a loud "poof", Wang Heng's entire hand knife completely pierced into the chest of the tyrant. At the moment of piercing, the knife finger hooked, and in a trance, it hooked into a round spherical object. Regardless of it, the five fingers of Wang Heng's right hand suddenly pulled wildly.

At this time, the tyrant subconsciously disappeared under the intense stimulation of the pain, and in his instinctive reaction, his left leg jerked and kicked Wang Heng's right ribs. The huge force, like a high-speed train, knocked Wang Heng into the sky like a cannonball. But at the same time as he was kicked out, a bloody, still pounding heart was also taken to the sky by him.

The tall figure of the tyrant fell down with a bang, so miserable and so incompetent, but the big blood hole in the bowl on his chest had taken away all his life. Heishuimen's youngest and most promising cultivation genius lot master, Zhang Wuwu, was killed by Wang Hengyi, who was a consummate of Xuanduan.

At this time, Wang Heng carried the sound of the wind, accompanied by broken leaves, and his body rotated and rolled rapidly in the air, and then parabolic, falling rapidly from the air like a meat @ ball. The moment he was hit into the sky, Wang Heng's consciousness was completely blurred. In a trance, under the control of a trace of conscious instinct, he used his spare strength to recycle his hands, feet and limbs as much as possible to reduce the force of the collision on the ground.

With a muffled "bang", the kid fell solidly from the air and landed on the solid ground at the top of the Angry Sword Peak, jumping a few times with a bouncing meaning, and then slammed into a tree with a bowl mouth.

With the sound of a "click" of trees breaking, Wang Heng's mind fell into darkness, and his mind was still a little sober, and the whole thing was immersed in a blurred ocean.

In Wang Heng's unconscious memory, he kept flashing out the previous scenes and scenes of his life, just like a recorder, quickly replaying all the fragments he had experienced since he could remember.

Time seems to rewind to the past, and then it repeats itself, rewinding, replaying, rewinding, replaying.

In each picture, one scene after another, it is full of thoughts for parents and relatives and friends.

Wang Heng's whole person came to a black world, there was no light, there was no sound, it was so quiet, so silent, as if he had come to a silent place of death.

The sky is black, the ground is black, even the air is black, there is no wind, there is no sound, there is no thought, where is this? Is this the original world? Or is it a .......

The world is still the original world, and the sky is still the original sky.

At the summit of the Angry Sword Peak where the two provinces meet, bursts of autumn wind sweep by, and the smell of blood is constantly emitting a strong, copper-like smell.

On the top of the broad peak, two people and one beast lay quietly, as if they were completely dead. The surroundings were full of broken branches and leaves, blood and flesh, and within a radius of dozens of meters, there was not a single intact solid, except for the two people and one beast in the middle, of course.

During the fight, the strong internal strength of the wind had already broken the surrounding trees and flowers, and even the hard stones on the ground were shattered. One can imagine how devastating the fight that took place here was.

The wind slowly subsided, and a snowflake fell from the sky leisurely, like a flower fairy dancing among the flowers.

Then one, two, three, a large number of dense snow flakes like inverted pockets, constantly sprinkled all over the peak of the Angry Sword, yes, the first snow after late autumn finally arrived.

Without much effort, a layer of white world unfolded under the sky. Wrapped in silver, everything is white, what a fairyland picture.

Suddenly, under a layer of white snowflakes, an object moved.

Well, what a small thing, only more than forty centimeters in size, I saw this little thing staggering to stand up, how to look, how to look like a newborn baby, staggering as if it had just learned to walk.

Shaking his little head, a pair of confused and dizzy little eyes, blinking and blinking, as if he had just woken up, worried and hazy.

Yes, this is the Heavenly Lien Spirit Beast Lightning. Hit hard by the tyrant, Lightning was out of breath. In a coma, the Tiens Spirit Beast withdrew its combat size and returned to its normal state.

In its usual petite state, the Tiens Spirit Beast consumes the least amount of energy, making it relatively easier to recover from its injuries.

Although the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast was hit hard by the Tyrant, as the king of the beasts and the leader of the spirit beasts, its recovery speed was undoubtedly amazing, compared to human cultivators, it was simply incomparable.

The two small black eyes of the spirit beast lightning, after more than ten seconds of aggregation, staggered towards Wang Heng with a hint of uneasiness and staggering.

Although Wang Heng had been covered by a thick layer of snowflakes, the unique induction between him and the spirit beast made the lightning judge the master's location at once.

The small body of the Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast, which was as white as snow, was also sprinkled with a little drop of blood, of course, there were its own, as well as its owner and tyrant. At that time, when I was fighting, blood was like mineral water that didn't need money, and it was sprinkled all over the field.

The spirit beast lightning walked to its master's side, and with its warm little tongue, licked Wang Heng's blood-covered face covered in snow one by one.

The little one's dark eyes were full of sadness and worry, and in its young heart, it sensed that the fire of life of its master was dying, like a lamp that was about to be extinguished, crumbling in the cold autumn wind.

The Tianshi Spirit Beast gently arched Wang Heng's mouth through a gap, and then used his upper and lower two rows of thin, sharp little canine teeth to bite the tip of his little tongue vigorously, and a stream of blood full of rich spiritual fragrance appeared on the side of the small mouth of the Tianshi Spirit Beast.

The little guy hurriedly aimed this blood at the master's slightly open mouth, and the line flowed into Wang Heng's mouth. It didn't take long for the wound on the three-point tongue of the spirit beast to scar and freeze. The Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast bit the tip of its tongue without hesitation, and the spiritual blood flowed down again. The cycle went on and over again, four times, and the originally shaky little body was even more shaky.

The Heavenly Lion Spirit Beast opened a pair of small black eyes, nervously looking at its master's face and breathing.

Time passes little by little, snowflakes fall one by one, and the sky is full of autumn charm, but also with a hint of cold that is about to come in early winter.