In order to remind Yougen, Liu Heng drove Gangyuan to show the red veins on the cloak, which were thick and thin.

The thick veins mean the meridians on the back.

The thin veins express the meridians in front of the body.

Other cultivators in this world need to draw Yuan Qi from the dantian and then drive Yuan Gang to run in the meridians.

In general, this is also needed.

But sometimes, especially when there are roots who are going to fight hard.

He can allow the vitality to pass through every tiny pore on the surface of his body, and gather and disperse in any meridian in the body at will.

All he needed was the number of ways to run his vitality.

The golden mang, which covers the sky and the earth, fades rapidly.

The handleless long sword flew back in front of Zhang Yong's body, and the roots of the golden flame burned around his body, and he shook his numb right hand, and bent the ten fingers of his hands into claws.

The golden mangs converged into two tiger faces, wrapping around the palms of both hands.

Two tiger bodies without limbs, only the upper body.

The body of the tiger is attached to the body of the root, and the golden light is like a gel, gathering around the body of the root.

Your vitality is as fierce as fire, but it is much thicker than fire.

Whether it will take shape or not, I don't know.

Yougen lowered his head slightly, looked at the tiger body wrapped his hands, and Liu Heng's words echoed in his ears.

He turned his head sideways in silence and glanced at Liu Heng behind him, but found that Liu Heng had lowered his head, and the body covered with scars no longer had a trace of life.

He turned his head in silence and looked at Zhang Yong.

His face was expressionless, and his gaze was clear.

Facing a clear gaze, looking at the indifferent face. Zhang Yong felt that the hairs on his body suddenly stood up, and there was an inexplicable panic in his heart.

The Gu poison has been ineffective against Yougen, and Zhang Yongyin has spent a lot of cultivation when he turned clouds into rain and used Gu poison.

The powerful momentum that emanates from Yougen's body all the time also makes Zhang Yong's heart frightened.

However, Zhang Yong still feels that there is no reason for him to fail.

He has been in the Ming Dynasty for quite some time, and he has experienced several fierce battles in southern Xinjiang, and his realm has not only been stabilized, but his combat experience has also been accumulated enough.

There is a root that drives away the Gu poison. But the loss of cultivation must also be huge.

Therefore, no matter from any point of view, Zhang Yong feels that his chances of winning are higher than those of Yougen.

Zhang Yong spread his legs slightly, raised his right foot and stepped on the ground.

He leapt into the air, his left hand forming a sword finger and slashing forward.

"Bang!"

With a piercing scream, the handleless long sword that stopped in front of Zhang Yong split into six.

Six segments shaped like crow's beaks quickly hovered around Zhang Yong's body.

Zhang Yong raised his right hand. With a sword finger on his chest, the indigo Gangyuan that surrounded his body suddenly soared.

The wind system Gangyuan is like a cyan waterfall, turning into a match. Erected between heaven and earth.

From the surface of the horse, a picture of a yin and yang fish gushed out.

The yin and yang fish picture rotates slightly, and the six crow-beak-like nodes break out at the same time.

Lots of indigo vitality. The sword knots that came out around the broken picture turned into six qi swords.

"Go!"

"Whew!"

Zhang Yong's right hand pointed forward, and six qi swords pierced the sky. Swooped down to Arigen.

During the dive, the air sword suddenly merged into one.

"Bang!"

The six-knotted ends are combined into a handleless sword.

The six indigo-colored qi swords that surrounded the end of the knot converged into a huge sword body that was four meters long and half a meter wide, and was covered in indigo.

The greatsword stabbed at Arione.

The pressure is so strong that it seems to be overwhelming.

There was an expressionless hand, bent ten fingers, turned into a phantom.

His speed was fast, and just as the tip of the greatsword was about to pierce the golden flames that surrounded him, his hands were already gathered in front of his chest.

What's the first step?

On Yougen's indifferent face, his eyes moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth quickly turned upward.

The running vitality gathers in the arm, from the veins of the arms to the meridians of the Shaohua meridians......

In his ears, Liu Heng's voice sounded again, and the extremely brilliant white light lit up under the indigo giant sword.

"Whew!"

The majestic force, accompanied by a white light that was enough to pierce the eyes of ordinary people, resisted the indigo-blue giant sword, causing the giant sword to fly into the sky.

The indigo giant sword that surrounded the handleless long sword was about to collapse in an instant.

Zhang Yong turned into a cyan wind and rushed to the hilt of the giant sword, which was already thin and transparent.

He stretched out his hands and grasped the thin hilt of the greatsword.

The hilt of the indigo giant sword quickly solidified, and the sword body, which was about to collapse, immediately rose to a height of ten meters.

The body of the giant sword was still only half a foot wide, but the indigo vitality on it was very condensed.

It looks like the real thing.

Zhang Yong raised the giant sword with all his strength and slashed at the dazzling white mang.

Facing the falling giant sword, countless white rays converged slightly, and they gathered into a snow-white brute tiger.

The brute opened its mouth and swooped down on the greatsword with a roar.

Cast, finalized.

"Boom!"

The splashing Gangyuan stirred up an endless wind.

The dark clouds that covered the sky were scattered and fled by gusts of wind and waves.

The noonday sun, with its dazzling light, shone on the wasteland, but was obscured by a more dazzling brilliance.

The bright light dissipated, but it was still dim in mid-air under the blazing sunlight, Zhang Yong spurted out a large mouthful of blood, unfolded his body and quickly retreated behind him.

The blood stained all over his body was quickly evaporated into a curling light smoke by the golden flames, and the wounds all over his body were also quickly healed under the nourishment of vitality.

Yougen flew into the sky and pounced on Zhang Yong.

A beam of golden flame quickly caught up with the cyan wind.

With a chuckle, he bent the five fingers of his right hand into a claw-like shape, and then hit Zhang Yong, who was wide-eyed and horrified.

Zhang Yong's right hand formed a sword finger and swung it horizontally in front of his chest, and the handleless long sword that had been following him immediately flew in front of him.

The handleless sword quickly cut a circular arc in front of him.

A thousand qi swords, close to each other in a circle, stopped in front of Zhang Yong's body.

The next moment, the golden tiger face had already exploded.

"Bang!"

The golden tiger body is scattered into a hazy patch.

The hazy golden brilliance passed through the body of a thousand qi swords.

Thousands of qi swords, all scattered.

The handleless long sword, struck by the golden light, scattered into six pieces.

The protective body on Zhang Yong's body, Gangyuan, was also hit by the golden light, and Zhang Yong fell to the ground like a goshawk shot by an arrow.

The moment he landed, Zhang Yong suddenly flipped his body so that his legs were facing the ground.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yong fell to the edge of the deep pit, and thick dust and smoke rose from the crushed ground under his feet.

He spat out blood again, and fell to one knee weakly.

"How?"

"How so?"

Blood poured out of Zhang Yong's mouth along the slit of his mouth, and was quickly blown away in the void by the indigo-blue wind element.

Zhang Yong stared at his bloodshot eyes and looked up at Yougen hovering in the air.

"How is that possible!?"

The chuckle on Arigen's face quickly subsided.

He lowered his head slightly, and after looking at the five cultivators of the counties who were still in the deep pit with frightened expressions on their faces, he raised his head slightly and looked down at Zhang Yong, his face immediately became indifferent.

"All of it. ”

"All thanks to you. ”

"In my world, there is a saying. ”

"You shall not live. (To be continued......)

PS: Well, ask for a ticket.