Da Zizai really did not expect that the sword world outside Yang Jian's body, which was only as thin as a cicada's wings, would have such power. The trump card he prepared with all his heart was simply and easily destroyed by the final blow of the sword world. Human skin Shengtu is naturally not as good as Tutian when he was alive, but he can bring Turen's cultivation to the extreme.
Da Zizai originally thought that even if this blow could not kill Yang Jian, it would definitely injure him severely.
However, it was he who was hit hard.
Wan Xingchen Sword Intent
Even if there is only a trace left, it must not be underestimated by anyone.
At this time, Da Zizai was already seriously injured, and Yang Jian's heavy blow was too fierce. Although Da Zizai hastily condensed a seven-petaled lotus flower on his chest when Chongqiang was approaching, the lotus flower that had not yet formed It also only blocked a small part of the power of Zhong Leng. If he hadn't reacted quickly, it would have been impossible to say that this blow would have killed him on the spot.
Da Zizai looked at the injury on his chest and couldn't help shaking his head.
"Yang Jian... I really don't know what you can be proud of. All your success depends on others instead of yourself, but you can always be proud of such success. When you use other people's things to achieve success, you think it is It’s nothing more than your own success, but you actually think it’s your own success…”
How could Yang Jian care about his sarcasm at this time, strode up to Da Zizai, and pointed at Da Zizai's forehead with the heavy lance that was condensed with inner strength.
"Success is success, no matter what means or methods are used, success will never be the same as failure. No matter what, success is something to be happy about."
Leng Feng pointed at Da Zizai's forehead, but Da Zizai seemed extremely calm at this moment.
"You really have nothing to be happy about..."
He smiled, and it made people feel a little nervous: "Because you just defeated a great freedom. There are existences in this world that you will never be able to defeat, but you have not yet reached that level. You think you are You have already stood at the highest place in this world, but you are actually very small."
"and you."
Yang Jian sent Chong Yang forward, and the next second he was about to pierce Da Zizai's forehead: "It's even smaller."
"Yeah... I never thought I wasn't a small person."
Da Zizai said: "Because I know much more than you from what I have seen... Moreover, it seems that you have won now, but... who knows?"
Yang Jian didn't seem to be bothered to say anything, and sent his hand forward again.
But, at this moment.
Something came out of Da Zizai's clothes, just like when a cicada broke out of its shell, but the time for the cicada to break out of its shell would not be so fast, it would only be completed in an instant. When the thing came out of Da Zizai's arms, Yang Jian almost didn't hesitate to chop down the heavy lance. The target was not Da Zizai but the thing that came out.
His speed is already extremely fast, but it is still half a point slow because it is really unexpected.
The thing that drilled out quickly swelled up, and then suddenly rolled out to one side. Yang Jian's heavy spear hit the ground hard, and a deep hole was smashed out of the ground with a bang. Da Zizai's body was shaken and flew backwards, and it seemed to be broken in mid-air.
However, Yang Jian's idea is no longer on Da Zi Zai's side.
In other words, Yang Jian's attention was no longer on the dead Da Zizai.
far away
A new Da Zizai stood there, out of breath, but with particularly proud eyes.
Da Zizai's whole body was sticky, and there was a snot-like liquid running down from his body. After a while, there was a lot of that stuff dripping from where he was standing, which was disgusting. This Da Zizai stood there naked, with disgusting slime all over his body.
"You are old, too old to understand the world."
Xin Dazi smiled freely, and the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm towards Yang Jian.
Da Zizai's eyes froze, as if it was difficult to understand why such a thing happened. Although his own resurrection was already an incredible thing, such a change in Da Zizai still made him feel incredible. Yang Jian didn't die in the first place, but borrowed half of Wan Xingchen's cultivation to fall into a deep sleep and wake up when necessary. But Dazizai, Dazizai is like a snake... just completed a snake slough.
"There are so many strange people in the Buddhist sect, as expected."
Yang Jian's face softened a little, and he kept on guard.
"Wonderful?"
Da Zizai laughed loudly: "Don't you think this is a kind of miracle? Even I think this is a means only possessed by gods. Who else can do this except gods? With this, I fooled King Dalunming , deceived Yang Qi. Relying on this, I came out of Dalun Temple and traveled eastward, fighting one after another. Every time I fight, I will bruise myself... because as long as I am injured enough, I can transform into A new me...a stronger me!"
Da Zizai shook his arms, and the mucus on his body was immediately shaken away by his inner strength.
"Yang Jian, do you know who you are fighting with?"
Da Zizai pointed to himself: "You are fighting a god."
…
…
Boom!
With a muffled sound, Yang Jian's body was thrown backwards by the shock, and he hit a big tree heavily. The huge impact force broke the big tree which was as thick as a bucket. The huge canopy of the big tree fell slowly, and when it hit the ground, it stirred up smoke and dust all over the sky.
Yang Jian was hit very hard this time, and he struggled a bit before standing up.
The inner strength armor on his body became flickering, obviously the strength of the blow just now was too strong for even this armor to bear. However, if it weren't for this strong armor, Yang Jian might have been seriously injured in this blow. Even so, Yang Jian who stood up again seemed much weaker.
In the distance, Da Zizai, who knocked Yang Jian into the air, looked even stronger. When he just came out of the shell, his body seemed a little weak and not solid enough. After more than ten minutes, this weakness was completely invisible. His body has become extraordinarily strong, and he looks as free as he was before the injury.
"Every time I transform, I will become stronger."
Da Zizai walked forward slowly and said: "So, what do you use to defeat me? Every time you get hurt, it makes you weaker and weaker. And every time I get hurt, it's a shortcut to become stronger... This It's just that mortals are different from gods, can you... still find a chance to win in front of me?"
Yang Jian looked at the flickering heavy spear in his hand, and then at the crack in the armor on his chest.
The pain in his chest made him more awake, and the blood on the corner of his mouth made him calmer.
"I firmly believe in one thing."
Yang Jian took a deep breath, and then straightened his waist: "There is absolutely no absolute perfection in this world. If there is, it is just an illusion, which is deliberately shown to confuse others. You said that after every serious injury you You will become stronger, this is undeniable. However, this kind of cultivation method must have its disadvantages, and I believe that once this disadvantage is exposed, you will definitely die ugly."
"But do you know what it is?"
Feel free to ask.
"I don't know, but I will find it!"
Yang Jian jumped up violently, and then swung his heavy spear at Da Zizai.
Boom!
The two majestic internal forces collided, and Yang Jian was shocked and flew out again. His body fell to the ground and made a deep hole, but he didn't stop and continued to rub backwards, forcibly plowing out a deep ditch six to seven meters long on the ground. After this blow, the heavy spear in his hand was completely shattered, and the armor on his body was finally torn apart.
This time, it was a real wound.
There was a bloodstain on his chest that was as long as the palm of his hand. Although the wound was not very deep, the way the flesh was turned to the sides looked very hideous. Blood trickled out, but very slowly. If you look carefully, you will find that the blood is much thicker than normal people, and there is an illusion that it is not blood but a red paste.
The blood of a normal person would never be so viscous.
"really."
Da Zizai looked at Yang Jian's wound and smiled, with relief in his eyes: "That's why you have to rely on blood transfusions to survive... Not only do you need blood transfusions after you are seriously injured, but you still need transfusions even if you haven't been injured for a while. A For a normal person, blood flows throughout the body... and your blood is not your own, and your body is actually very old. The blood cannot flow smoothly at all, so it will become thick and thick... So I guess, Even if you won't get hurt, you'll have to survive by exchanging blood."
Yang Jian looked down at his wound, his expression kept changing.
"You don't need to look at me like a monster..."
Da Zizai shrugged his shoulders while walking: "Comparatively speaking, I am a monster, but why aren't you a monster? You shouldn't exist, so please don't look at me with that kind of eyes. Don't use that kind of disdain Are you mocking me? Why don't you mock yourself first?"
"Oh, right."
Da Zizai said: "Because people always see other people's shortcomings and deficiencies, and ridicule and abuse them, but they can't see their own shortcomings. Even if it is the same thing, their views on themselves and others are different. For example, I You spit on the ground, and when you passed by, you gave me a hard look and scolded me in your heart. After walking a few steps, you felt uncomfortable in your throat, and then spit out a mouthful of phlegm, but you never I won’t scold myself for being disgusting.”
Yang Jian struggled to stand up again, tore off a piece of cloth from his body to strangle the wound. He is extremely proficient in this action. More than two hundred years ago, what he was most familiar with was treating wounds by himself after fighting on the battlefield.
"People in the Buddhist sect always say a lot of seemingly reasonable things to show that they are very thoughtful."
Yang Jian spat the dirt in his mouth, looked at Da Zizai and said seriously: "In your words, it's because of a kind of bad nature of people. I always say something when I think I'm going to win, otherwise I feel sorry own victor status."
"Let me borrow a word from you just now."
Yang Jian took a deep breath, and then walked forward facing Da Zizai: "Sometimes it looks like you are going to win, but you may not win. You just said that I am too old to understand the world, because the world is changing, I I don’t deny it. But... it’s not that you don’t understand the world, you don’t even understand the situation in front of you. You know that the world is changing, but you don’t know that the boulder in front of you is also changing.”
Da Zizai was slightly taken aback, and suddenly thought of something.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Daying, and then saw two figures rushing over quickly. Before the two people got close, they threw a few round things that seemed to be the size of watermelons, and they came very quickly. Da Zi subconsciously shook the thrown things away, bang bang bang... those things exploded, and blood blossomed.
That is
human head
Da Zizai swept back and didn't make another shot. Several heads rolled on the ground.
Da Zizao knew all these heads.
It was the heads of the twenty-eight red-robed monks he brought.
"A decisive battle with a hundred people is a war. A decisive battle with 10,000 people is a war. A decisive battle between two people is naturally a war. As long as it is a war... it will not remain the same, but will seek changes because of their respective interests, so the situation of the battle will change rapidly. You don't understand these..."
Yang Jian said with a sneer.
Da Zizai turned his head, and the figures of the two men had become clear.
He knows them all.
One tall and thin, one short and stout.