Obviously there was no light, but Zhao Yun saw it very clearly, obviously far away, but he felt that the gun was pressing in front of him, and it was obviously erect, but he felt the sharp edge of the tip of the gun against the center of his eyebrows.

The silence of the gun that penetrated the sky shocked Zhao Yun, and also shocked the cloud-piercing gun in his hand, Zhao Yun was trembling, and the cloud-piercing spear was also trembling, both like seeing the king and excited, but also like meeting the king and fearful.

One person and one shot trembled at different frequencies at the bridgehead, and there was a strange comic in this solemn environment.

I don't know how long it took to tremble, Zhao Yun finally regained a trace of consciousness in the shock, he felt the control of his body slowly returning, he felt his teeth colliding up and down uncontrollably, he felt the stickiness and discomfort of his clothes being wet with sweat on his body, and he felt that the toes bound by the sneakers that were a little cramped urgently needed to be released.

He finally had an idea.

... In the future, you really can't be greedy for cheap and cheap no-size shoes...

Then a jumble of thoughts came out one after another, and a spiritual light turned in his eyes.

Then he felt the trembling cloud-piercing spear in his hand trembling very incongruously, and he clenched it hard, his fingers gripping the spear tightly.

... I can move...

He held the gun tightly, and he didn't know whether to suppress the other party, or if he became Liang Jingru of the Cloud Piercing Spear, and the Cloud Piercing Spear gradually calmed down.

After another half a ring, feeling that his state had been adjusted well, Zhao Yun Huoran raised his head and looked directly at the silver spear that seemed to be far away, feeling the other party's indifferent, arrogant, upright, and sharp aura, took a deep breath, and slowly raised his feet.

One step out, the pressure in the air increases suddenly, this is not simply the pressure to push people down, but a kind of pressure that is so sharp that it will pierce people from top to bottom.

Under this pressure, it feels like being pressed against the Five Finger Mountain, but like a nail rake, and every pore on the body is stabbed with invisible sharpness, but if you look closely, the skin is only marked by the weight of the weight, and there is no damage.

... Is this physical pressure superimposed on mental pressure? Heavy pressure is real, sharp is virtual... Ouch, no, I'm sorry, it's very sharp...

Withstanding the pressure further, the pressure on the shoulders suddenly doubled, and then the severe tingling pain in some parts of the body, Zhao Yun was still analyzing the situation in his mind, but the leg that had taken the step had already jumped back honestly, and the pressure tingling pain disappeared immediately.

In an instant, hell went to heaven, and he almost couldn't help but arch his hand at the standing silver spear and say, "Sorry to disturb me." ”

... The pressure is okay, Lao Tzu is 100% drunk in Qingming Shanghegong, and he didn't feel like he was going to be pressed down just now, but the deadly stinging...

Touching the trouser chain in fear, Zhao Yun tried to slam the cloud-piercing spear in his hand forward, seeing that this spear full of spirituality was not unusual, it can be seen that the pressure and sharpness in front are only aimed at people.

He thought about it, released two more cloud knights, rode a high-headed horse and probed his brain forward, walked a long way, and also found no problem, Zhao Yun waved his hand to withdraw the two precious saint-level energy.

Straightening up the placket, straightening the shoulders that had collapsed under pressure, and slapping the dust on his shoes by the way, a thick layer of white clouds appeared on his body to cover himself, and instantly turned into a cloud man with a cloud-piercing gun.

Cautiously stepping on his foot, this time without pressure and sharpness, he let out a long breath and stepped on the other foot, and his whole body entered the terrible pressure space before.

... Ouch, my eyelids and nostrils can't be contained, it hurts... Well, it seems that the stinging is not aimed at the eyeball, only the moment of blinking, it hurts, so I just stared... Nostril...

Zhao Yun took a step back, returned to the safe space, and then proudly took out a simple oxygen mask from the patriarch's ring.

... I really have to thank Huang Luoyue, if it weren't for his aerosol poison, I wouldn't have brought an oxygen mask with me...

Properly equipped, Zhao Yun easily opened his legs and walked forward.

... Sure enough, there was only the occasional momentary stinging eyelid... Looks like I can easily pass this level...

Zhao Yun walked proudly, and the silver spear that penetrated the sky and the earth was soon only five steps away.

The easy steps continued to step out, but the moment he stepped into the five steps away, the terrifying momentum was like a mountain torrent, destroying all the clouds, and the invisible sharp force accurately cut through the oxygen mask.

The huge pressure and tingling pain all over the body hit instantly, and Zhao Yun, who was still laughing and groaning a second ago, was instantly crushed to the ground, letting out an earth-shaking scream, which came to an abrupt end in an instant.

He opened his mouth and screamed, and the sharp edge went straight into his throat.

... Woo, what's going on, why does it still sting when it's close to the ground... Ahh

The muscles of his whole body tensed as he clenched his teeth, and Zhao Yun tried his best to resist the heavy pressure and severe pain.

... The pressure is much greater than before, but I can still bear it, but this pain... Whining...

Just when Zhao Yun was lying on the ground and had nothing to do, an indifferent voice sounded, unable to distinguish between men and women, but very charming:

"Go back, or touch Seven Kills. ”

There is no aftermath lingering, this sound is like a special effect that burns after reading, Zhao Yun can only recall the content, but he can't remember what kind of sound it is.

... Who is it, is it a guide? I can't care so much... Go back, go back dozens of steps, take five steps forward, you don't have to choose at all...

Zhao Yun, who had a direction, also seemed to have a trace of motivation, and he opened his eyes and held his breath, trying to squeeze an extra bit of strength out of the tense muscles that fought the pain.

His trembling right hand was handed out inch by inch, as if half a century had passed, and finally straightened, his fingers clasped the ground fiercely, and he tried his best to pull his body forward.

On the slightly deformed palm, the green tendons were swollen and the joints were white.

Holding his breath and enduring the pain, finally, Zhao Yun's body was pulled forward for half a step, and the hard breath was released, only to feel that even if the muscles of the whole body were constantly pricked by needles, they could no longer be tightened, the clenched teeth were loosened, and the air and sharpness penetrated into the throat at the same time, and suddenly, the whole body spasmed and arched like a cooked shrimp,

He let his body twitch and tried to open his mouth, giving up his throat like pulling his breath, his eyes fell on the blood stains left by the friction of the five fingers in front of him, his mind was blank, and he only felt that the red and gray chaos was withdrawn, and even the stinging seemed to become illusory in a trance.

He stared blankly at the silver spear that had not changed in the distance without any change, his eyes gradually blurred, but the whites of his eyes were strangely oozing red silk.

When the red silk covered his eyes, Zhao Yun seemed to be suddenly frightened beast, he raised his head suddenly, let out a crazy roar from his throat, and the muscles of his whole body trembled unreasonably, and then his limbs climbed and squirmed on the ground hard, and he crawled over a distance of four steps in a few breaths.

There is less than half a step left, but that's the end of it.

The red light in his eyes faded, and he stretched out his right hand with all his might, trembling and trying to stretch the knuckles of his fingers, but the few millimeters that were lost were always an insurmountable chasm.

... Oh, is this an artifact, people peeping at God... The power of... Really... No... No way... Is it...

His consciousness became intermittent, his right hand fell to the ground weakly, his body occasionally twitched by the sharp stimulus, his vision gradually blurred, the darkness was slowly closed like a curtain closed up and down, and his vitality, energy, and even his soul and will fell into a realm of no sorrow, no joy, no injury, and no pain.

In this way, he lay under the silver spear, humble as dust, curled up as a worm, waiting to be summoned by the revolutionary mentor of the distant universe.

burst

The eternal spear, the arrogant, indifferent, upright and sharp spear, suddenly shook and touched Zhao Yun's fingers that were stretched out.

It was as if the indifferent queen raised her foot and kicked the licking dog lying in front of her to see if the other party was dead.

That feeling, the tsundere character is broken, no, the gun.

......

The dying Zhao Yun couldn't feel that he had been completed by the "customs clearance guide" at all, he felt as if there was a warm sunny breeze blowing in a trance, and then there was a warm comfort from the soul that spread to every cell in the body, and all the pain and pressure were immediately swept into the long river of time, as if it had never appeared.

He shook his head, his hazy eyes seemed to be open, and his expression was pleasant and natural, as if he was just lying on the ground and taking a nap, and then waking up naturally in the afternoon sun.

... Ah, what a good night's sleep...

He opened his eyes, and in a trance, he saw that the cold and arrogant silver spear that was high above seemed to be looking down at him.

"Ah, Xiao Qi, don't make trouble, I'll sleep again......"

He rolled over with a mutter, but suddenly his eyes widened.

... Silver Gun... Submit... Look at me...

With a frozen expression and struggled to twist his already stiff neck, Zhao Yun looked up, but it was only straight and sharp, stabbing his eyes.

... Whew, it's okay, it's just an illusion...

He put down the big stone in his heart, and while crawling up, he rubbed his eyes that were slightly adhered to by the foreign object, and when the light came into view again, the dragon bridge was gone, the silver spear was gone, and it was not even a treasure pavilion anymore.

He sat in front of a mountain, which was very high and towering into the clouds, and there was a golden light in the clouds, and all kinds of heavenly sounds faintly came.

......

... It must be the wrong way I'm rubbing my eyes...