One step at a time, the steps were strange, and Wang Li's body turned into a distorted appearance, which made it difficult for people to see clearly. Taking two steps, his figure was also accompanied by a blur, and on the left and right sides of his body, there were also various phantom shadows. Another step fell, and each phantom beside him also rose separately, revealing a simple stone door from behind.

The stone gate is quaint, and the three cyan stone doors keep flashing with strange light in the door. It is also a numerology stone gate that represents the view of a lifetime...... Numerology Jingmen.

When Zhang Lang saw the stone gate, he couldn't help but be stunned, and was shocked to see three phantoms.

··· He wasn't shocked by Wang Li's mysterious figure and steps. It wasn't that he was shocked by Wang Li's previous cultivation, but it was just to open the door. It's in shock...... Wang Li, he would actually choose to open the numerology stone door when he was at war of life and death. On the way of cultivation, the most important thing is to perceive. But...... Even those who have great self-confidence in their cultivation often do not choose to spend their lives in the battle of life and death in order to improve their cultivation.

Because even though there are eight doors of numerology, although each gate of life does not have a corresponding mystery. But...... With the opening of every door of life, it is also the best time to comprehend numerology. If each of these doors is passed, then it can enhance the monk's understanding of many things in his numerology. However, the corresponding ...... But the light one is like a demon, and he is crazy all his life. In vain a lifetime of penance. And the heavier ones ...... It was a violent death on the spot, and a horizontal death on the spot.

“··· The eight gates of numerology, the gate of the view, represent the clouds and smoke of the past, and they are all a door of beautiful scenery...... But I've never felt that way!"

Wang Li shouted at the same time as the three phantoms, and then jumped several feet high, and the three illusions pointed at the burning sun together. Through the sunlight from it, a sword of light flame appeared in his hand.

“··· In my opinion, everything in the past is in the past. And since it has passed, then we and others cannot interfere. My life is to live in the present, to live a new scenery constantly, to see the new things, this is what I think in my heart! I do not pursue the past, I only pursue the present! Numerology stone door, Jingmen gather!

The three phantoms that Wang Li and he showed in the air all shouted at each other, and the three stone gates behind him vibrated and shimmered with light. also returned to Wang Li's body, and returned to the three illusions respectively.

"This son is extraordinary. Zhang Lang exclaimed, and looked at Wang Li approvingly, in his previous flip performance, Wang Li was too dazzling, too good. And Zhang Lang, who wanted to peel his skin and cramp, devour his flesh and bones, and drink blood and suck his brain, was amazed when he saw Wang Li's decisiveness.

Wang Li opened the fourth door in numerology, the numerology gate, and then until now, he fused the gate of the scene and broke through the cultivation. But that's all, it's just a little less than a suck...... Jingmen, this is a strange stone gate,

Ordinary monks, even if they don't have any knots, often need several days, and no matter how short, it takes several time lags to step through this door of life.

And in it, there are also some "outliers" occasionally. For example, because he is trapped in the past, he has always been unwilling to give up, and he is even more unwilling to look into the future...... He has been in retreat for seven days, and he has never broken through.

But...... Wang Li, but he only used the moment to break through without taking a breath. He didn't care about the past, and he didn't care about the scenery...... What he cares about is the present.

"Roar!" Another tiger roar, and the beast's roar resounded through the void, shattering the ice floes under Zhang Lang's feet. It had to jump up in one step and float into the void.

The flame sword was brilliant, bringing the tiger's head to the law phase, and the three flame swords were cut down in the air, and from the void, there were ripples.

"Hmph, even if it's just a kid who cultivates the sea, but it seems that he has to take it seriously. ”

Zhang Lang took the appreciation in his eyes, held the rattan sword, turned into a long rainbow, and slashed towards Wang Li.

The blade of the sword slashed, and blood was sprinkled, and a severed arm swung across the sky, and it was also sprinkled with blazing blood. Its blood is like a waterfall, rushing endlessly. Through the direct sunlight, it looks so dazzling!

"Hey, boy......"

Zhang Lang's face was gloomy and he said sharply.

Zhang Lang, who was wearing a tea robe, looked gloomy, and his words were full of anger, as if he had been insulted by someone.

"What the hell are you playing with?"

Zhang Lang roared angrily, and then he fiercely drew his sword through Wang Li's chest, and blood splashed down, spilling straight down.

In the void, a bare severed arm kept falling, smashing past the ground formed by the ice floe. And the fire sword that he held in his hand burned the ice as soon as it fell. Rushed to the depths of the sea, sinking away...... Before him, Wang Lihe was extraordinary, and his power was even more amazing. He used the illusion of three illusions, each holding the three swords of the Flame Sun, and slashed down.

And when Zhang Lang saw it, he mistakenly thought that the other party had a sense of picture that he could fight with him for a while...... However, the fact is that it is ...... With just a slight flick of the rattan sword in his hand, two illusions dissipated and damaged, turning into a rain of light and disappearing. And the sword-holding arm of the body was also easily cut off by it......

Zhang Lang raised his slap violently and looked at Wang Li angrily. He felt as if his brain had been insulted. Before, he even mistakenly thought that there would be a big war, but ...... This is not the case.

"You, you, you ......" Zhang Lang looked at Wang Li angrily, he raised his arms high, as if he wanted to break Wang Li's head alive and make that rotten watermelon.

“··· If you say, if you pretend to be a ghost, it is your last resort...... Then, you can give me peace of mind on the road. ”

Zhang Lang snorted coldly, and a withered palm flashed brightly, fiercely

Quasi-Wang Li's head slammed away.

"Something is wrong, this kid...... Something is wrong. ”

On his side, the girl-like monk looked at Wang Li in amazement. Muttering.

In Fangcai, Wang Li can be said to be very arrogant, and even including her, she once mistakenly thought that there would be a shocking battle. But...... In fact, it is bizarre and eccentric.

"No, Zhang Daoyou...... Zhang Lang: Something is wrong!"

In the next moment, the girl-looking monk Fang Cai seemed to have remembered something, and yelled at Zhang Lang in shock.

Zhihai shook, her skull roared like lightning, and for a while, she seemed to realize something, and hurriedly wanted to speak, but it was too late for the words to come out of her mouth......

“··· Well, yes. The winner has been decided. ”

Wang Li saw the attack of his fist, not only did he not panic, but he looked up at the sun sky and smiled at it. His smile is as brilliant as a spring breeze, which makes people feel comfortable. But that's exactly what happened...... In Zhang Lang's heart, it also feels more and more weird.

··· Blood spilled down, and a head was thrown into the air. Drops of viscous blood continued to spill from the broken neck and cut through one semicircle after another. Circles of blood fluttered and swung through the air. And on top of it...... But it was Zhang Lang's incredulous expression.

"How is it possible, it's still too late......"

The girl-like monk on the side looked at the head in mid-air in shock. The skull was not Wang Li's...... Rather, it seems that Zhang Lang, who has "already beaten" Wang Li.

"Why, how is it possible! You're clear, you've already lost!" Zhang Lang roared in mid-air with a crazy unwillingness. Before him, he could clearly see that Wang Li had fallen into his own hands. But...... But it was only for a short moment, and then he suddenly saw another flash of coldness, and the next moment, he only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he only had a head left, and he was thrown into the air.

"God, what the hell is going on......"

On the side, there were many mermaids who were frozen in the sea by ice, but they were also in disbelief, seeing that there was only one arm left, although it was sprinkled blood, although it was pierced heart...... But it is still standing.

It was a miserable figure that was almost naked, but even the flesh was broken, covered with flesh and blood, and even the slightest trace of white bones could be clearly seen...... However, at this moment, this figure is so majestic and powerful! On the other hand, Zhang Lang, who had just worn Wang Li's body and seemed to be "already beating" Wang Li, became only a head in the next instant......

In the square, they almost, perhaps...... It should be used as "everyone" to mistakenly believe that Wang Li has fallen, which is an undeniable fact. However, it is only in the right place, and it is just a moment of inhalation...... All of this is completely reversed.

"In the end, hair

What was born, how could it be ......"

On the side of him, Hai Qiancheng kept trembling with a small red lip and said excitedly.

They weren't monks, they were just mortals of the Shark race, so they had no way to see what had just happened. In this battle, they only saw two scenes, one of which was that Wang Li's arm was cut off and his chest ran through the ...... At that time, almost everyone thought that Wang Li was about to be defeated and die. 、

But...... In the next moment, all this changed completely.

“··· I've said that before. You...... Lost!"

Wang Li pinched his fingers and shouted. A silver-white flying sword flew through the void and returned to his hand.

The sword returned to his hand, and the cold light swung through, and a head was split in half.

The sword passed through the void, and there was silence in all directions. And Zhang Lang, who was still resentful and unwilling, and kept cursing, was also the head of Ying Jian, and the spirit dissipated. A sword fell to life, and he died here.

(End of chapter)