Zhang Zhongheng looked up in surprise and asked, "Who did you say you are?"

But only the man's chuckle was heard. In an instant, the sword light came to Yu Huatian's right hand and swept out. A short and narrow thin knife was unpredictable. Did the two of them pass by several feet of distance? There was no time to react at all. The short knife in his right hand hurriedly met. Zhang Zhongheng retreated quickly, trying to escape the sharpest distance of this knife.

Since entering the main god space, Zhang Zhongheng can be said to have experienced many battles. Both his reactions and judgments are extremely accurate. As early as when the sword light first appeared, he knew that this knife could not be blocked, neither his defensive props nor his own defensive skills could be blocked.

The short knife and the thin knife intersected like lightning breaking through the night sky.

Zhang Zhongheng felt an extremely dangerous aura and peeked at his flaw. At the same time, his right hand trembled violently, and he could hardly hold the short knife in his hand. His fierce murderous aura made him stand up.

"Fuck! The wind and waves are coming, and you are about to capsize in this gutter!" Zhang Zhongheng roared in his heart.

His eyes were faintly glowing with blue light. At the critical moment, Zhang Zhongheng did not care about Luo Xuan's warning and used his mental ability. An invisible mental fluctuation rushed towards Yuhuatian through his eyes, causing the thin knife in his hand to pause slightly.

"Bloodthirst!"

It was this glimmer of life that allowed Zhang Zhongheng to roar, and his whole body was filled with violent blood. At this time, the originally beautiful and thin half-elves raised their muscles like iron, and their veins bulged, and they seemed to have turned into a ferocious beast. The short knife in his hand was in his hand, like the fangs of a ferocious beast, biting forward frantically.

Under Zhang Zhongheng's mental impact, Yu Huatian was only in a daze for a moment, and his martial arts will was like a sword light, killing all the external factors that shook his mind.

Faced with Zhang Zhongheng's crazy counterattack, Yu Huatian's fighting spirit also rose to a new level, but his spirit became more and more awake. The thin knife in his hand was like flowing water, reflecting the moonlight in the sky. In the dark night, his spirit was like this bright moon forever, in the sky, entrusted on the clouds, cold and clear, reflecting the sword light flowing out of his hand.

The bright moon on the knife, the bright moon in my heart, and the bright moon in the sky suddenly seemed to be the same.

Sprinkle at the beast opposite.

The sword light was as omnipresent as the moonlight, and the body movement was like the reflection in the well, like the mirror flower of the water moon. The fangs in Zhang Zhongheng's hand could not lock his breath at all, but were filled with bloody and violent slashes, and they fought countless times with Yuhuatian's thin sword.

The moonlight became lighter and more flexible, and the thin sword became more and more ease. Only Zhang Zhongheng's struggle gradually became powerless.

He had less and less room for counterattack, and the opportunity to seize the initiative was getting shorter and shorter. But just two breaths left him with less than a moment of time to counterattack. He seemed to be able to passively resist, allowing the sword light of the rainy field to scatter freely, reflecting the bright moon in his eyes and heart.

Zhang Zhongheng was forced to use the special effect of the short sword, like a short sword wrapped in black fog, with a dizzy and strong bloody smell, which transformed into many phantoms in his hands, as if eight short swords were swaying at the same time. The black fog was cold, and the phantom, which seemed to be like a soul, made a scream that shocked people's spirit.

Vampire Dagger Enhancement Special Effect: Banshee Howl!

Zhang Zhongheng was about to seize the opportunity that the Banshee Howl gave him, but he only saw Yu Huatian's eyes like a clear wellhead, with a thorough, cold, and almost absolutely calm martial arts will. As the sword light flashed in his hand, the sword light reflected in his eyes killed the distracting thoughts caused by the Banshee Howl.

"Slay the body of the sword, and cut the distracting thoughts in the heart! I hate martial arts powerhouses!"

Only then did Zhang Zhongheng remember Luo Xuan's instructions that although the martial arts powerhouses do not have the superb spiritual cultivation of Buddhist Vajra, the Pure Glazed Glass and the Eighth Earth Movement, their will is highly concentrated during the battle, and their spirit is highly synchronized with their own martial arts, and they are rarely affected by mental attacks.

On the contrary, trying to influence those real martial arts powerhouses with spiritual attacks will only face the backlash of failure and allow them to seize the opportunity.

"Sound magic controls light and hides thoughts"

Zhang Zhongheng used the spell casting props to inspire these three key low-level spells, and at the same time imparted a real vision to himself, using his spiritual energy to inspire his thinking, and gained a state of divine and clearness. Sound, flash and spiritual obscurity could not mislead Yu Huatian. His martial arts will locked Zhang Zhongheng's body in the dark, and no interference could distort this fact.

Because of distracting attention, Zhang Zhongheng's resistance had reached an extremely dangerous situation. The sharp blade like moonlight was just a slight flaw from his vital point.

Only then did Zhang Zhongheng deeply understand the intention of Luo Xuan warning him that the martial arts powers in the plot world are different from the parallel goods strengthened by the main god space. They have the most powerful martial arts will that are truly inspired by life and death, and have experienced countless battles and the forging of time. In comparison, the spirit and will strengthened by spiritual energy are like a rough rock.

Those parallel goods with the will of tofu can naturally crush them, but it is extremely dangerous to encounter those sharp, firm and indomitable long steel swords that control a thousand kilograms of huge stones to compete with.

The terrible psychic energy that is unpredictable in the hands of a psychic warrior, can control the opponent's mind at any time, affect the enemy's judgment ability, and even more dangerous in melee combat than the strength test, encountering the martial arts will of only pure, exquisite, and countless times of hardening, forging, and forging is a bloody battle without any advantage.

"There is not much time left. If I continue like this, I will not even have the chance to leave."

As time goes by, Zhang Zhongheng, who had no expression on the surface, was very shocked and anxious. Although he didn't know if this "Yuhuatian" was the "Yuhuatian" he knew, in terms of martial arts, it was only a hundred times more cruel than the governor of the West Factory in his memory. "In "Longmen Flying Armor", Yuhuatian is at most four stars, and now this is at least the peak of six stars!"

"Is this the fuck Yuhuatian? Dongfang Bubai is not as cruel as him!"

"The Qingxia version of Dongfang Bubai is only one star better than him. What the hell is this world? Why is even Yuhuatian coming out! And shouldn't he use a sword? Why is the sword technique so sharp? This is unscientific!"

Zhang Zhongheng roared in his heart, but his hands became more and more critical.

He was proficient in master-level cold weapons, and he had many flaws under Yuhuatian's sword technique. He could not even imagine how there were so many omissions and weaknesses. The thin sword in Yuhuatian's hand came and went freely, and he could always be at ease in the defense that he thought he could not pour water into, and easily tear him into the gap with no thickness, making it easy to protect his strict defense system.

If it weren't for the rich props and diverse methods of the Reincarnation, Zhang Zhongheng had no doubt that the narrow and thin sword had already passed by his Liuyang leader.

The most terrifying thing is Yu Huatian's body movement. No matter how hard Zhang Zhongheng tried, he had all kinds of spiritual power and could never lock in Yu Huatian's breath. It was as if he did not exist in this world at all. If Shi Zhixuan or Kong Chanzhu were present, he might be able to recognize this philosophical thinking that was almost the same as the "Immortal Seal Method".

But for Zhang Zhongheng, who had no idea about the sword technique of "The Uninterrupted Sword", he could not lock in the Qi, which almost wiped out most of his methods.

This is also why he always falls at a disadvantage. Yu Huatian's martial arts are too restrained by him. He has very little means and cannot play five points.

"Super state change of wronged souls"

Zhang Zhongheng shouted loudly and slid forward. His arms, which were like iron blocks under the blessing of the bloodthirsty technique, suddenly expanded again. He closed his hands and held the short sword and slashed from top to bottom! At the same time, he had already activated the only melee skill, the robe slash on his body.

The sharp sword energy cut through the sky and hit Yu Huatian's chest with a sharp attack.

However, when the thin knife slashed into the vital points of the Qi, it was completely disintegrated. Zhang Zhongheng opened his eyes wide in disbelief and shouted in his heart: "You can also crack the five-star bronze skill as a normal attack? This is so too much!"

But surprise could not replace the fact. Just as Yu Huatian returned to his sword and was about to cut Zhang Zhongheng out, the black mist on the vampire dagger in his right hand broke out and rushed towards Yu Huatian's face, but with the flash of the knife, it was killed.

"Can this negative energy such as injustice be plagued by evil spirits? "

Zhang Zhongheng took a deep breath. Fortunately, this delayed the last moment, allowing him to retreat. The sharp sword light had no resistance and drove straight into Zhang Zhongheng's chest, but only cut off a piece of granite-formed flesh. With the turbulent sword energy in his body, Zhang Zhongheng escaped into the smoke and took the plane to retreat. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!