Wang Yongcheng's hands were sore, the blood from the tiger's mouth gushed out, flowing down from the tip of his elbow, and he was connected into a blood line, but he couldn't feel the pain, his eyes were hollow, a piece of muddy ashes, looking at the half of the halberd in his hand, his mind was chaotic, and his ugly face finally revealed a trace of fear, and he was a little difficult to accept this reality. He has been fearless all his life, not even afraid of death, but has repeatedly survived death, his mind has long been tempered as hard as iron, and even in the battlefield of evil spirits that makes people talk about it, he has never been afraid or defeated, so that he has always held on to the belief that there is nothing in this world that I fear, and there is nothing that I am invincible.

However, today's battle with Zhang Qian is tantamount to being poured from the head by a basin of cold water with ice slag.

At this moment, he finally understood that it was not that he was really fearless, but that he had never met an enemy that could make him fearful.

This blood and fire divine halberd is made by the unborn son of the Chiyang Divine Copper and refined it with the true fire of the sun for one hundred and eight days, and subdued the souls of thousands of soldiers in several ancient battlefield ruins in the world, and it took three years before and after it became this halberd.

In terms of quality, it is also close to the peak in Lingbao!

Originally, at the beginning, he didn't plan to use the Blood Fire Divine Halberd at all, and he was suspected of using a knife to kill chickens, and it would not be glorious to win.

Who knew that Zhang Qian's methods were strange, and he actually broke the magic powers he had displayed one after another!

And in the whole process, he didn't use the bone demon, which means that the killing puppet didn't know when he would choose the right time to launch a fatal blow to him, Wang Yongcheng also began to be cautious, in order to prevent variables, he didn't care about twisting his posture, and immediately summoned the Blood Fire God Halberd, fighting and fighting, defeating the enemy and winning the party is the fundamental goal, it is about life, as for the means, it doesn't matter, the integrity of this thing often even disdains the guardians. I thought that as soon as this halberd came out, it would inevitably be able to be annihilated by Mount Tai's crushing egg, but the result was an unbearable contrast with the speculation, the blood and fire divine halberd, the spiritual treasure close to the top level, was actually slashed by Zhang Qian's fingers and broke from it!

The huge penetrating force runs through the arms, and the body feels like it is about to be torn apart!

"What kind of supernatural power is this!" Wang Yongcheng's eyes widened, the blood marks on his face were staggered, and he gradually came back to his senses, and the horror in his heart almost swallowed his calmness.

It looked a little like a spell "Blood Refining Black Gold Sword Qi" that Wushengzi had practiced back then, and he faintly guessed a trace of the origin.

He was a disciple of Tianzhan Peak, and he had not only heard of this spell, but even knew how to practice it.

It was absolutely impossible for this blood refining black gold sword qi to reach such a level, otherwise it would not have been abolished from the body by the lifeless son back then.

However, he didn't know that Zhang Qian's cultivation of the Dao Yuan Technique, the furnace Ding's bearing ability was extremely strong, and the height he could reach was not comparable to that of the Childless, it was no exaggeration to say that Zhang Qian's cultivation attainments in blood refining black gold sword qi were far superior to the person who created this spell - the Heavenly Battle Peak Master Wushengzi. And he snapped his fingers, it seemed simple, but he didn't know how many mysterious magical powers were integrated, not only including the strength of the blood refining black gold sword qi to kill, but also the physical strength of the invulnerable spirit body that grabbed the dragon and threw the elephant, and even carried a blue sea tide in his arm, and secretly used some of the magic methods of the tidal sword technique, so many means gathered together, how could it be simple!

It's just that Wang Yongcheng didn't know that Zhang Qian had all his breath firmly locked in his body.

With a snap of your fingers, you get back to basics.

There was no clue to be seen, and naturally it made it even more difficult for people to accept and believe, so he was still roaring hysterically in his heart, his face was hideous, and his hands were tightly holding the broken Blood Fire Divine Halberd.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sounded from the darkness in the distance.

It was like stirring the tightest nerve in Wang Yongcheng's heart, and the suppressed anger and fear in his eyes burned to the fullest in this one, and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye, leaving only dead indifference!

Tianzhan Peak is good at fighting, and it is not in vain!

After countless life and death trials, struggling to survive in desperate situations, the heart that can be possessed can not be underestimated.

Almost instantly, all negative emotions were swept away, and only calmness remained.

Wang Yongcheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and now he couldn't see a trace of the outline and traces of Zhang Qian's body in his divine sense, he could only distinguish it with his eyes and listen with his ears, and a cold killing intent emanated from his body, like the cold fog in the late autumn night, and like the smoke of gunpowder floating on the wasteland that was poisoned after the slaughter of the army, it seemed that he could vaguely distinguish the sound of swords and swords and horses' hooves trampling on blood and mud. Then the wind in the distance became closer and closer, ethereal, and the fire that had been extinguished on his body gradually rekindled, and in his cloudy pupils, it seemed that thousands of troops were about to rush out, and his hands trembled slightly, as if endless destruction and killing were brewing.

The wind was approaching, and the chill hit his face, and he raised his halberd lightly.

"Forty zhang...... Thirty zhang ......" Wang Yongcheng muttered to himself, but at a speed that was so fast that human ears could not distinguish it, because the speed at which the wind was approaching was too fast, and it only took an instant to reach the distance of ten zhang!

However, before he could count the last two distances, a silhouette of a figure appeared from the darkness, close in front of him!

Five sharp sword qi rushed to his face!

There is no breath of air!

It's sharp, indestructible sharp! And fast, so fast that people's heartbeats seem to stop at this moment.

The perfect blend of the two is the most terrifying breath in the world, death!

Absolute death! It's like the outline of Hades's life and death book!

Wang Yongcheng was forced to a desperate situation by the five sword qi that rushed in his face, and he was caught off guard.

But he was convinced, because Zhang Qian did not sneak attack, did not use any means to confuse the public, but fast, fast to the extreme!

It was faster than the speed of sound propagation, and it was only then that he made a mistake in his judgment.

And the five sword qi tore through the airflow, making the figure blurred in the dark, until the nails approached three feet outside his body before he was discovered, he didn't have time to think, because as long as there was a slight hesitation, he would be mercilessly killed by these sword qi, and now, of course, he would not absurdly think that his identity as a disciple of Tianzhan Peak was enough to make the other party stop, from the beginning, he was to blame, and he fell to such a point, and only by relying on himself could he survive to the death, in the cold and calm pupils, there were only those five sword qi, just like five cold stars, and the fear caused by death in his mind had not yet had time to diffuseand he had already reacted.

The long-brewing killing move suddenly came out of his hands, and it was extremely simple, just like a dying soldier in a pool of blood struggling to get up, raising his long knife high, and slashing towards the oncoming iron horse!

With the tragedy of no return, with the determination of the same end!

A stick cracked the air, but no sound was made!

The whole space seemed to be glazed, and the red cracks spread out like spider webs along the tips of the sticks!

The endless flames of war and wolf smoke seemed to have been tempered into the sharpest and most resolute sword intent by the killing intent, slashing between heaven and earth, tearing out shocking wounds, and the night was suddenly stained red with blood.

Heaven and earth are silent!

(To be continued)