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Volume 2: The plot begins Chapter 146: Shared survival and shared destruction

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    The person who was exactly six feet away stopped suddenly, feeling cold all over his body, and cold sweat started to flow down his face.  ¡°If I hadn¡¯t been able to squeeze in just now, I would have been slaughtered by the magic knife.  Zhang Feng suddenly felt a creepy feeling, as if a sharp sword was pressed against his neck.  He only felt that his body was locked, and there was a feeling of inescapability. No matter how he moved, he could not escape the lock.  After the magic knife made a circle, Zhang Feng stabbed backward in the air.  Since it can't be avoided, there is no need to hide anymore.     Ding!  The tip of the knife and the tip of the sword are like the tip of a needle facing a wheat awn, and they are stabbing together firmly.  The picture is like a frozen frame, the old monk¡¯s body is flying in the air without falling.  The magic sword is pitch-black and dazzling, and the divine sword is dazzling silver. It seems like these two colors are the only ones left in the world.  However, the old monk could clearly see that the opponent's magic sword was vaguely suppressing his own divine sword.  Although they had only fought a few times, the two of them had very little internal strength left.  However, because Zhang Feng's "Immortal Art" recovers injuries and internal strength very quickly, he is increasingly gaining the upper hand in protracted battles.     drink!  Sensing that something was wrong, the old monk glared at King Kong angrily, and finally risked his life, concentrating his life's energy on the sword in his hand.  The sword light was bright and dazzling, instantly suppressing the black light. The black light was like a candle in the wind under this light, and it seemed that it would be extinguished at any time.  The martial arts practice in internal skills, and the skill will become deeper and deeper, so when you say he will say, "How long I have the skills of my young people '.  Skill is different from internal force. If skill is like a cup of water, then internal force is water.  It takes a few days for the water to be replenished once it is depleted, but if the water cup is destroyed, the only way to recover is to practice again.  The old monk is at least ninety years old, about the same age as Wu Yazi.  Once his power is exhausted, without the power to protect his body, he will definitely lose his vitality and basically follow in Wu Yazi's footsteps.  Zhang Feng¡¯s eyes widened in anger. He didn¡¯t expect the old monk to be so cruel and desperate for his life.  He glanced at his scarred right arm.  A flash of determination flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes.  At this time, he was no longer allowed to retreat, otherwise he would have no chance of surviving under the attack of the divine sword. Only by putting himself to death could he have a chance of survival.  With a loud shout, Zhang Feng poured all his power into the magic knife.  As the majestic power surged through, the damaged meridians could no longer withstand this terrifying force, and all of them broke.  His muscles were like being cut by a knife, revealing the dense white bones.  The sword light exploded, taking back the possession at once.  Black light and white light are evenly matched, and the two are in a stalemate.  Seeing Zhang Feng¡¯s actions, the old monk couldn¡¯t help but smile even if his life was short.  He was almost a hundred years old, and his life, old age, illness and death had long been considered. If he could die together with the Demon Lord, he would be happy to do so.  Even if the Demon King survives in the end, his entire cultivation will be ruined. How can he still do evil?  Although the old monk knew the latter situation.  The probability is very small. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? At this moment, where the swords intersected, there seemed to be ripples in the space, and Zhang Feng's face was like the water on the lake.  There were layers of ripples.  Bang!  Without warning, an unprecedented terrifying force suddenly hit his chest. Zhang Feng's strength suddenly disappeared, and his right hand was no longer able to hold the magic knife.  Fly away far away.  Zhang Feng only felt that his eyes went dark, and everything around him disappeared.  The same is true for the old monk. They flew ten feet away.  He fell to the ground motionless.  The two people who fainted did not know that at this moment, two crisp clicks appeared in the empty and silent space.  In mid-air, a clear crack appeared on the two swords that were still in a stalemate. The crack was about half an inch, but it was this crack that destroyed the perfect shape of the sword.  It turns out that although Zhang Feng and the two were knocked away, their swords were still deadlocked in mid-air.  Even though they are out of control of their masters, they will continue to fight.  Kaka Kaka  The sound is like copying beans, and it is kept ringing.  There are more and more cracks on the sword, and they are getting longer and longer, densely covering the entire sword like a spider web.  Dark clouds are gathering rapidly, strong winds are blowing, and lightning is thundering.  Boom!  A loud sound spread throughout the world, and the sword finally turned into countless fragments, flashing past like meteors. Some fell off the cliff, some fell into the mountain, and more were sucked away by the black hole as tall as a person.  The swords died together and actually exploded a big hole in the space. A strong attraction came from the black hole, as if the mythical beast Kunpeng swallowed the sky and sucked the earth.  The black hole comes and goes quickly. In the blink of an eye, it is as small as a washbasin and disappears without a trace under the shocked eyes of people in the distance.  This result is true to Ou Dati¡¯s words, swords and swords can both exist and be destroyed. ?¡­ ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?There is an inconspicuous big stone a hundred feet away from Tianlao. Behind the stone stand two figures. Their faces are somewhat similar. They are brothers Feng Lin and Feng Shan.  When Tianlao rebelled, they did not resist inside at all. Instead, they hid in the dark and watched the battle between Zhang Feng and the old monk.  "Haha, haha, I knew you were the only one who could compete with Zhang Feng!" Feng Lin's face was tense throughout the whole process. When he saw the fate of Zhang Feng and the old monk, he finally couldn't help but smile wildly.  "Brother, is this really okay for us? After all, he is kind to us. Without him, we would still be humble beggars, and we might just throw our bodies into the wilderness one day." Feng Shan said to the brother next to him.  Of course, there was something he didn't say in his heart, 'Without him, I would definitely die of illness!  ¡¯.  "He is kind to us, but we brothers have been working for him for so many years. Our brothers are indispensable for the sect to be as glorious as it is now. We have repaid the so-called kindness a long time ago." Feng Lin said sternly.  Feng Shan looked embarrassed and continued: "No matter what, he is also the leader of the divine religion. If we ignore him, he will fall into the hands of those people, and our divine religion will probably be in turmoil." Feng Shan looked like a god.  He looked worried, and he didn't know whether he was really concerned about the religion or something else.  But the facts are indeed as he said. Zhang Feng is unconscious in his heart. If he falls into the hands of these martial arts people, he will definitely not think about how to dissect the corpse, crush the bones and spread ashes, how to be discouraged.  Think about the fact that the leader of a divine religion was humiliated and beaten to death. How can the disciples of the divine religion save their face?  "Whether he is dead now or not, he has no chance of survival if he falls into the hands of those people. But if we rescue him, it would be better if he is dead. If not, do you think other people in the cult will let us go?  Do you want to harm him? Once he recovers, do you think he will let us go? I strongly agree with his saying that being kind to the enemy is cruel to oneself. Since we have decided to rebel against him, we will go all the way.  "Feng Lin's tone was cold.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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