Chen Changsheng's hand got closer and closer to Xiao Zhang's face until it touched the edge of the white paper.
I don't know if it was wet with sweat or too much blood, but the edge of the white paper is not sharp, like meringue that has been left on the wet Tong River for three days.
The moment his fingers touched the white paper, the two black holes on the white paper suddenly lit up.
It was Xiao Zhang who opened his eyes.
he woke up.
Of course, it's also possible that he didn't faint at all just now.
There was no surprise on Chen Changsheng's face, he should have known it a long time ago, and asked, "Have you had enough rest?"
Xu Yourong didn't turn around, but quietly stared at the mountain in the sky.
The Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation has been suppressed by the heavy mountain-like breath and is getting closer and closer to the ground.
The green leaves of the sycamore tree are falling more and more, and the sound from the tree is getting louder, and even the bark in some places has cracked, revealing white.
Xiao Zhang looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "No one has ever dared to reveal this piece of paper, never before, and even less now."
His voice was cold and ruthless, just like his eyes.
In the past, he was a strong man on the Xiaoyao List, coupled with his reputation of being crazy and bloodthirsty, naturally no one wanted to provoke him.
Now that he has successfully entered the sacred realm, no one dares to tease him.
Chen Changsheng didn't care about this threatening sentence, and said, "If you don't want to wake up, I have no choice but to take this paper off."
Xiao Zhang said: "I'm a little sleepy, can't you hold on for a while? It's really useless."
Only a lunatic like him would dare to speak to the Pope and the saint in such a tone.
Chen Changsheng still didn't care, and said, "Even if we take turns to hold on, there will always be a moment when we can't hold on."
Xiao Zhang understood the meaning of this sentence and was stunned.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong unexpectedly decided not to procrastinate, but to prepare to fight.
Where does their confidence come from
"Since it's fighting, of course you have to fight."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said with a smile, "Maybe you win or you lose, who knows?"
His smile is still as clean, innocent and gentle as when he was a teenager.
In Xiao Zhang's view, it was a bit scary.
Such a big event, so casually decided to fight
Both Tonggong and Nanxizhai Sword Formation can still hold off Yanzhi Shanren for a while.
He was seriously injured, but after all, he was a newly promoted Sanctuary powerhouse.
In such a situation, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong decided not to wait any longer, and directly fought to kill Yanzhishanren!
Don't they understand that Yanzhishanren, as the ancient strongman of the demon clan, is much stronger than those demon generals, and may even be as powerful as the demon commander? Don't they understand that if the Pope of the Human Race, the Saintess, and him, the new Sanctuary powerhouse, all died in battle tonight, history might really change? Obviously you can wait a little longer, why fight? Why is Chen Changsheng still smiling at such a time, and why is his smile so clean? Xu Yourong is still in the mood to look at the stars with his hands behind his back
Everyone said that Xiao Zhang was a lunatic, but he found that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were even crazier than himself.
What are the answers to these whys
It suddenly occurred to him.
This is spirit.
The spirit of youth.
He was dozens of years older than Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, but he was still young for a cultivator.
His eyes became sharper, like silver guns washed in autumn water, full of chill.
"How much longer?"
He walked up to Xu Yourong and asked.
Xu Yourong said, "Forty-seven breaths."
Xiao Zhang's hoarse voice came out from the white paper again.
"I'm going to break his mountain."
Holding his iron gun, he walked into the northern night.
He didn't even look at the shadowy mountain range in the night sky above him.
The real mountain was miles away, where he was going.
A few days ago, he sensed the signs of breaking the ground, ended his assassination career on the snowfield without hesitation, and returned all the way south according to the agreed route. Seeing that he was about to return to the territory of the human race through the grassland, he saw three mountains rising suddenly in the wilderness.
Yanzhi Shanren, Jingbo Shanren, and Yichun Shanren.
Facing such a terrifying ancient strongman, he couldn't escape at all. Logically speaking, he would undoubtedly die. Who would have thought that such unprecedented pressure would allow him to cross that threshold, break through the sacred realm in advance, and escape dangerously. He came out, but was still seriously injured.
Riding a kite into the chaotic mountain, seeing Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong, his mind suddenly relaxed, his injuries and mental exhaustion erupted at the same time, and he passed out immediately.
After resting for a while, his injury has not healed, but his spirit has lifted a lot.
The most important thing was the appearance of Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
The two saints with the highest status in the human race came to pick him up together.
This is something to be proud of, even if he is as proud as him, he still thinks so.
For this reason, he is willing to fight one more time.
But what he said was that I went to break his mountain, not that I went to break his mountain.
He didn't have the confidence to break through the Yanzhi Mountain people's defenses, and he didn't even have the confidence to survive.
The wind was blowing, and the white paper was rattling, which seemed a little ominous.
But his figure is not desolate.
Because the iron gun is straight, the red tassels are flying.
Because of his fighting spirit.
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Xu Yourong withdrew his gaze, looked at the night several miles away, and said, "There is only one chance."
Chen Changsheng understood what she meant.
Xiao Zhang suppressed the injury forcibly and could only carry out the strongest attack once. Even if he had the power to fight again later, it was impossible for him to be stronger than this time.
In other words, if they want to break through head-on and defeat Yanzhishanren, they only have this chance.
The night wind fell on his face, and it was a little cold, not like a knife, but more like the water in the small stream in Xining Town in early spring.
Chen Changsheng clenched his fist with his left hand, and the stone beads turned from the Tianshu Tablet fell from his cuff to his wrist.
Feeling the weight of the stone beads, his mood also became heavy. He took a deep breath and calmed down a little.
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Under the night, Yanzhishanren really looks like a mountain.
It is not the mountain range as seen in the distance, but a more real rock mountain.
This rocky mountain is not particularly tall, but it seems to be integrated with the rocks deep in the earth, giving people an unshakable feeling.
Xiao Zhang walked to the front of the mountain and stopped.
The starlight fell on his face and was reflected by the white paper, making it appear even whiter, a bit like the moonlight behind Xuelaocheng.
A very strange thing happened, the iron spear and the red tassel danced lightly, and the stars with the stars swam away.
The starlight seems to have become a real existence, thread by thread.
The world is relative.
Nothingness becomes real, but what about real things
In the starlight, Xiao Zhang's figure appears and disappears from time to time, as if he might disappear at any time.
If you only observe with the naked eye, it is impossible to determine where he is.
This is the Taoist phenomenon after penetrating the principles of heaven and earth.
He had just broken through to become a saint tonight, and his comprehension of the principles of heaven and earth is still not enough, far from mastering them. At this time, he has obviously improved a lot.
This is the ability of the strong in the sacred field. Whether it is fighting or sleeping, it can allow them to have a deeper understanding of each other with this world.
There are two groups of flames high on the black rocky mountain, which is extremely cold.
A deep and indifferent voice sounded from the rocky mountain.
"For hundreds of years, with a strong willingness to debate, you can be ranked among the top three."
Yanzhishanren seemed to know that Xiao Zhang still had combat power, but he didn't care.
Even if Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were still there, he didn't care.
He was very indifferent, and he was in the mood to evaluate the other party.
In his knowledge, this evaluation can be said to be extremely high praise.
Xiao Zhang didn't appreciate it, and said, "You monster, you talk a lot."
The demons have always called themselves the gods, but they are not very angry when they are called demons. This is the reason why the so-called demons and gods are one. But they don't like being called monsters very much, or because it easily reminds them of the Yaozu, and in the long history, most of the time, the Yaozu has played the role of the demon's slaves.
Yanzhi Mountain Man's eyes became even colder.
Xiao Zhang sneered and said, "What? There are stones all over your body, of course they are monsters, don't you agree?"
The Yanzhi Mountain Man said, "I am a Mountain Man."
Xiao Zhang said with a smile: "Hahahaha! What kind of mountain man is just an old demon from Montenegro!"
Hoarse laughter echoed in the grassland.
The laughter stopped suddenly.
Xiao Zhang stabbed in the past.
The starlight falls on the grassland, like a clear and shallow stream.
As the iron spear stabbed out, the starlight suddenly moved and turned into a piece of cloth.
The iron gun fell between the rocks, and the starlight fell with it, and then burst into countless silver shavings.
This picture is extremely beautiful, it looks like fireworks, and it looks like real flowers blooming.
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A silver flower suddenly bloomed in the night several miles away.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong knew that it was the encounter between the iron gun and the cliff.
Immediately afterwards, a yellow dragon emerged from the prairie there, whizzing up, with a hint of red appearing and disappearing in between.
The two powerful breaths directly brought up all the gravel in a radius of several miles, and the starlight suddenly dimmed, making it extremely difficult to see.
The strength of the Yanzhi Mountain Man was indeed unfathomable. While dealing with that terrifying iron spear, he did not forget to continue to suppress Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
The mountain range in the night sky suddenly pressed down, and the five finger-like peaks shot directly into the Nanxi Zhai sword array.
The ear-piercing and unpleasant friction sounded continuously.
Countless cliff stones were cut open by the sword, fell down, and turned into blue light in mid-air and dispersed.
The palm-like mountain was closer to the ground.
The sycamore tree is bent to the extreme and may break at any time, and the green leaves between the branches have almost fallen.
Xu Yourong was well prepared, calm as usual, and said softly, "Let's go."
A clear light flashed, and the soil cat disappeared in place.
Chen Changsheng sent it into Zhou Garden, and then held her hand.
A pair of pure white wings unfolded in the night wind, burning with golden flames.
A stream of light illuminates the grassland, and two phoenix fires run through the night.
In the gust of dust and grass clippings, a hole appeared.
Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng came in front of Yanzhi Shanren.
The two sword lights lit up, extremely bright, and then joined together to form a dazzling sword rainbow.
The iron gun reappeared, and arrogantly brought the sword rainbow to blast towards the rocky mountain, blooming a domineering flower in the night sky.
There was a loud noise, and the earth trembled uneasy.
Countless rubble flew up, tearing the night like arrows, and countless wild beasts were smashed to death in a radius of tens of miles.
The smoke and dust gradually fell, and the figure of Yanzhi Mountain Man gradually appeared.
There were two extremely deep sword marks in the middle of the mountain. Looking at it with eyes, it was probably about a foot deep.
The two sword marks intersected, looking like the Southern Cross constellation most familiar to the demon princes of Xuelao City.
The place where the sword marks intersect is deeper than other places, and the shape is very round, with smooth edges, like a hole chiseled out by a craftsman with tools, and it looks extremely dark.
There are traces left by iron guns.
If this rocky mountain is compared to a person, the location of the sword marks and the gun hole is the person's chest, slightly to the left, which is where the Youfu is located.
With an arrogant shot, the two swords combined, and finally broke through the Yanzhi Shanren's defense.
That position is the only loophole for Yanzhi Shanren.
This was calculated by Xu Yourong.
The question is, does that hole go all the way through the mountain
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There are cracks everywhere on the surface of the grassland, and the black soil and grass clippings are mixed together, which can no longer be separated.
Xiao Zhang was lying on the ground, the white paper on his face was soaked in blood, staring at Yanzhi Mountain Man dozens of feet away.
Chen Changsheng was also seriously injured. He sat cross-legged on the ground, his face was pale, and he kept coughing.
The hole in the paper was very dark, Xiao Zhang's eyes were deep and deep, and his voice was very hoarse, like a broken clock.
"Fuck, isn't that okay?"
Chen Changsheng sighed.
They broke the mountain, but they couldn't flatten the mountain.
Xu Yourong stood up and drew the longbow again.
Her face was very pale, and with the movement of drawing the bow, she became even paler, looking like snow.
The black hair brushed against her cheeks, contrasting sharply and thrillingly.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from between her lips.
The white sacrificial robe was covered with blood spots, which looked like broken flowers.
The aura she exudes is even stronger.
The string moves silently.
A delicate little arrow broke through the night and landed on the mountain without a sound.
Unbiased, accurate, shot into that hole.
There was a soft snap, as if something had broken.
Xiao Zhang and Chen Changsheng felt an extreme pain in their chests.
Because they heard that voice.
It was the sound of heartbreak.
Xu Yourong's face was as white as paper, and he was shaking, with blood overflowing from the corner of his lips.
Even she herself was injured by that delicate little arrow.
Naturally, Yanzhishanren suffered the most damage.
An extremely painful roar sounded from the cliff.
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