Every time a Nanhua Temple disciple dies, the pressure faced by the others will increase accordingly. As the corpses piled on the ground gradually thicken, the death rate becomes faster and faster. And two Huajin masters were shot one after another.

Killing has accelerated the process.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer disciples around Zhang Zhaocheng, until he was the only one left standing in the field, and around him, there were more than forty corpses like hedgehogs lying on the ground!

Zhang Zhaocheng's left arm and right arm were cramped, and his sleeves were all over the sky. All the arrows he shot were rolled away, causing no harm. However, he could only hold on with difficulty. Several times he wanted to use his big sleeves as a cover to spread his body and break through.

Escape, however, come from three sides

The arrow net made him focus on one thing and not the other. The most threatening thing was undoubtedly the arrow shot by the Ziyun Bow in Yunfeng's hand. Whenever he had the tendency to jump up, three arrows would be shot, forcing him to have no choice but to

Withstanding the numerous blows!

Today's Zhang Zhaocheng, with his hair and beard all disheveled, is in a state of utter disarray, with his body spinning and waving his long sleeves, just like the white ramie dance performed by the young dancers that Yunfeng just watched in Wanghuai Tower. How can he look like a master of Danjin?

His face turned red and his breathing was not smooth. This was a sign of lack of strength. Even though the pill power was against the sky, it could not withstand the consequences.

Hundreds of elites were organized to kill on all sides, and their manpower would eventually be exhausted! What's more, he was not a martial arts fighter, just a Taoist priest who had achieved some success. He himself also knew that it would only be a matter of time or night before he died from a random arrow piercing his heart.

Well, tonight, Zhang Zhaocheng will die here, and Nanhua Temple will once again enter a hibernation period that will last for hundreds of years with his fall.

"Stop!" Just when Zhang Zhaocheng felt a wave of sadness in his heart, Yunfeng suddenly shouted to stop. It turned out that Su Qizhen made a gesture and the arrow was almost finished.

Yunfeng was quite helpless and had no other choice. He had to send Zhang Zhaocheng to death with his own hands! He glanced around and said coldly: "Zhang Zhaocheng, you can't even think of escaping today! However, I remember that you are also a master, so I will give you a fair duel."

Here's the opportunity!" After saying that, he took the plum-blossom spear from the guard, dismounted, dragged the iron spear backwards, and walked over step by step.

Zhang Zhaocheng's eyes seemed to be bursting with fire, and he couldn't help but cursed angrily: "Despicable villain!"

You can't blame him for swearing. One of them is recharging his strength. He is young and energetic, holding a thick iron gun weighing hundreds of kilograms. The other is exhausted and old, with only a sword weighing twenty kilograms. What's the matter?

It doesn't look fair either.

"Hi!" Yun Feng said with a disdainful smile: "Zhang Zhaocheng, you have the nerve to say that there were only a few people around me just now, so why didn't I see you give me a chance to fight a fair duel? I ordered the arrows to stop firing. This is already magnanimous."

Yunfeng does not pay attention to martial arts rules. Since he has chosen to be a politician, the first condition is to proceed from reality instead of talking about benevolence, justice and morality. Throughout ancient and modern times, politicians are the most realistic, and the so-called benevolence, justice and morality are just tools in their hands.

, pull it up as a banner when it is useful, and throw it aside when it is useless. Talking about morality without paying attention to means is a political imbecile, and he will die miserably.

Zhang Zhaocheng knew that it would be useless to continue arguing with each other, and he would inevitably die tonight. He only hoped to use this opportunity to die together with Yunfeng!

He took a long breath to calm down, then faced due west, knelt down, kowtowed three times respectfully, and murmured: "The founder of Nanhua is on high, and the unfilial disciple Zhang Zhaocheng hereby reminds you:

The ancestors passed down the Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain for a long time.

One hundred and fifty years, it has been passed down to the disciples for three generations. However, the disciples not only failed to bring the ancestor's lineage to the world, but also led him into a disaster. His sins were so serious that even if his soul was scattered, he could not atone for them. Today, the disciples only have to die.

To apologize to the ancestor..."

Zhang Zhaocheng's expression was solemn, his expression solemn, and he uttered hundreds of words of prayer word by word, which seemed so pious that the onlookers, including Yunfeng, actually felt a sense of respect, even though they were enemies and sworn enemies.

Deadly enemy! However, anyone who insists on his ideal and regards it as a lifelong goal, regardless of whether the ideal is right or wrong, as long as he can persevere and persist, this person is a person worthy of respect!

In Yunfeng's eyes, Zhang Zhaocheng is also such a person. Although he acts unscrupulously, deserts Li Xiong in the face of battle, and believes in a cult. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a dishonest and unfaithful person, but he has his own way of doing things in his heart.

!The world is unkind and regards all things as stupid dogs. The Tao itself does not matter whether it is justice or evil. There is only a question of whether it is suitable for this world. Those who are not suitable are evil heretics.

After praying, Zhang Zhaocheng's mental outlook was completely new. His eyes were calm and his face was neither sad nor happy. He stood up again, picked up a long sword, and stood facing Yunfeng. He understood that he only had the power of one blow.

If you miss a hit, you won't get a second chance.

Zhang Zhaocheng secretly adjusted his breathing rhythm, hugged his body suddenly, and fired again, shooting towards Yunfeng like a cannonball, full of a fierce momentum that would never return! In this short moment, he

He had condensed all the energy and blood in his Dantian to a point, and quickly detonated it, making all his limbs and bones filled with explosive power, unleashing the most powerful blow in his life! The price he paid was that his Dantian was exploded.

of smashing!

Zhang Zhaocheng flew forward in the air, a harsh sonic boom suddenly sounded, the sword tip was dazzling, and the wind was fierce and unparalleled. This was the most powerful offensive Yunfeng had ever faced, including in his previous life!

At the same time, Yunfeng could clearly see that blood was spurting out from Zhang Zhaocheng's eyes, mouth, ears and nose! Obviously, the power he exploded at the expense of the explosive pill exceeded the limit of what his body could bear, and various tissues and organs were greatly damaged.

No matter whether the blow hit or not, Zhang Zhaocheng would not survive.

In an instant, the sword pierced directly in front of Yunfeng. The tip of the sword trembled continuously, covering Yunfeng's chest, Dantian and even his throat! Especially the sword intention and murderous intention contained in this sword, the trembling of the sword tip.

completely spread out.

This sword contains all of Zhang Zhaocheng's spiritual energy. In conjunction with his murderous intention, the overwhelming momentum, and the explosion of spiritual and physical strength before death can be said to have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship! If Zhang Zhaocheng could survive this battle, this battle

After that, he will definitely make another breakthrough. Unfortunately, he has already exploded his Dantian and overdrawn his vitality. He will not have this opportunity.

Facing such a fierce, sharp, murderous and soul-stirring sword, Yunfeng couldn't help but feel a little shaken. In fact, it was very possible for him to use all his strength to avoid this blow. By that time, Zhang Zhaocheng

There won't be any force to launch a second attack.

The idea of ​​dodging and blocking had just come up, but there was a panic deep in his heart, which seemed to tell Yunfeng that this sword must be faced! He had no time to think about the whole story. In any case, out of respect for Zhang Zhaocheng

, the respect of a seeker who insists on the Tao in his heart, Yunfeng chose to follow the guidance of his heart!

The sword energy hit his face, causing the skin on his face to ache slightly. Yunfeng did not block the spear or take half a step back. Instead, he suddenly shouted, ignoring the oncoming sword tip and chose to hold it straight.

The gun stabbed straight away!
Chapter completed!