"Boom!!"
The roar of thunder sounded, and the color seemed to change in an instant.
It was clearly daytime, but it was extremely dark.
Heavy rain fell, but the fighting did not stop.
Zhao Zhen was wearing armor and was already wet. He looked up at the sky, as if waiting for something.
He raised his hand and held a talisman in his hand. He flicked it and saw the talisman start to burn.
"Groan!"
There seemed to be a dragon roar in his ears.
Only he could hear this dragon roar.
"Zheng!"
Zhao Zhen pulled out her sword and pulled the reins.
"drive!!"
The war horses galloped away, but Zhao Zhen, who was in his twilight years, seemed to have great momentum at this moment.
He wielded his sword and fought with blood.
Zhao Zhen was happy. Thinking back to the past few decades, when he ordered troops in the tent and saw fighting on the battlefield, he would always feel sorry for his old age.
"Hahaha, haha..."
Zhao Zhen laughed, and as the thunder roared, the long sword in his hand never stopped for a moment.
In a daze, he seemed to have returned to the days when he was constantly fighting on the battlefield. This was an indelible memory in his life.
Shangwei pulled the reins and ran away.
"Boom!!"
A thunder sounded.
When the two meet, one black and one white compete like a chessboard in the world.
Shanglu held the knife, looked at Zhao Zhen and said, "Long time no see."
With fighting intent in her eyes, Zhao Zhen said, "Do you regret saving my life?"
"Of course not."
Shangluca smiled and said: "If there was no beginning, where would we be today?"
"good!!"
Zhao Zhen laughed, pointed her sword at Shangluca, and said: "I borrow the emperor's luck. Once we return to the past, you and I will have a fight!"
The surrounding wind howled, heavy rain poured down, thunder rolled, and the entire battlefield was shrouded in darkness and fear.
The heavy rain poured down all over the body, the howling wind stirred up thousands of waves, the water rolled, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore was endless. The raindrops hit the body like sharp arrows, soaking the clothes.
Zhao Zhen met his eyes, their eyes were sharp, and they had murderous intent.
Looking at each other from a distance.
A bolt of thunder fell behind them, illuminating their faces.
Shang Lu pulled the reins fiercely, causing the horse to startle and splash into the water. He leaned over, gripped the long knife tightly, and charged towards Zhao Zhen.
Zhao Zhen's eyes were like a torch, and she pulled the reins. As the horses charged, the swords collided, and the water splashed seemed to be filled with murderous intent.
One sword after another, as if there was no distinction between superior and inferior.
But after the war horses stopped, both of them looked at the palm holding the weapon in unison.
The tiger's mouth was all shaken open!
The gaze he looked at the other party became sharp.
"Come!!"
Zhao Zhen shouted loudly, and he felt the blood in his body boiling under the move just now.
Shangwei faced him face to face.
On the way to martial arts, Zhao Zhen could not defeat him.
But in terms of momentum, Phytolacca is slightly inferior.
The sword style in Zhao Zhen's hand came from Beixiang Jian. The method is very open and closed, focusing on strong attack, but the defense is a bit lacking, but this sword style seems to be tailor-made for Zhao Zhen.
That kind of momentum is so exciting!
The two fought against each other several times, with neither winning nor losing.
The raging wind passed by, roaring in their ears. Thunder rumbled, as if the entire sky was about to crack.
The two men's moves were exquisite, the light of their swords and swords shone in the rain, intertwined, sometimes spinning around, sometimes fighting each other.
Zhao Zhen's sword skills are wild, while Phytolacca's sword skills are low-key and simple yet strange and changeable, and every swing is full of murderous intent.
"puff."
The long sword slashed across.
Shang Lu's face pressed against the sword blade, leaving a slight trace of blood.
Zhao Zhen's shoulder was also stabbed by Phytolacca, but the Gang Qi penetrated the armor and left a wound.
"Ding!"
The two fought together again.
Shang Lu jumped up, stepped on the horse, jumped up, and slashed towards Zhao Zhen.
Zhao Zhen pulled the reins, slapped the horse's back, and climbed up with the sword in hand.
They both landed, splashing water.
The sound of killing was overwhelming, and Ying Shui was completely dyed red with blood.
This heavy rain brought darkness to the sky and the earth, and seemed to be covering up this human tragedy.
The smell of blood permeates here, with endless killing.
Zhao Zhen took advantage of Shanglue's negligence, rushed over suddenly, and launched an attack all at once.
His sword rushed out, easily penetrated Phytolacca's sword defense, and struck directly on his shoulder.
Shang Lu gritted his teeth and grabbed Zhao Zhen's sword.
Blood flowed from the fingers.
The two looked at each other.
Shanglu took this opportunity to dodge and then punched out.
Zhao Zhen was unable to dodge and received the punch.
He groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he swallowed it forcefully.
At the same time, he also lost the sword in his hand.
I don't know where the sword landed.
In the darkness, the two of them could not be found.
Shanglu clenched his fists, rushed forward, swung his fists vigorously, and struggled with Zhao Zhen.
The two of them fought naked, their blood vibrating.
"boom!"
Zhao Zhen punched out and passed by Shang Lu.
Shang Lu took the opportunity to rise up and grabbed Zhao Zhen's clothes, leaving a trail of blood under his claws.
"happy!!"
Zhao Zhen laughed loudly.
Then he jumped up suddenly and punched into the flesh.
Zhao Zhen's punch knocked Phytolacca back a few steps, but Phytolacca quickly stabilized its body and then fought back. He hooked his leg and kicked Zhao Zhen's knee hard.
Zhao Zhen sidestepped to avoid it, but Phytolacca did not stop his attack. He launched several punches and kicks in quick succession. Zhao Zhen had to hold her breath and was temporarily on the defensive.
Zhao Zhen suddenly waved her hands and struck hard at Shangwei. Phytolacca tried to dodge, but Zhao Zhen punched more swiftly than before this time, hitting Phytolacca hard in the stomach.
Phytolacca felt that his internal organs were hit, and he was panting suddenly.
Shang Lu quickly searched for Zhao Zhen's flaws and waited for the best opportunity. Finally, he found an opportunity when Zhao Zhen changed fists.
Shang Lu quickly grabbed Zhao Zhen's hand, then pulled it hard and pulled Zhao Zhen to his side. Then he kicked, and Zhao Zhen was kicked several steps away and fell to the ground.
Shanglu followed the trend and wanted to give Zhao Zhen the final blow. But when he approached, Zhao Zhen suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle and pulled him back fiercely.
"Get down!!"
Shangwei lost his balance and fell on Zhao Zhen. Zhao Zhen took advantage of this opportunity and suppressed Phytolacca in turn, and began to launch a vicious attack on him.
Shangwei struggled, trying to break free from Zhao Zhen's control. But Zhao Zhen already had the advantage. He kept punching harder and harder each time, making Shanglu feel increasingly unbearable.
"Zhao Zhen!!"
Finally, Phytolacca became furious. He let out an angry roar, suddenly broke away from Zhao Zhen's control, and then launched the final attack on Zhao Zhen.
In the blink of an eye, the two attacked and defended, and they fell into a stalemate again, but this time, Phytolacca appeared even more crazy and ferocious. He kept attacking, trying to tear Zhao Zhen into pieces.
Zhao Zhen was in danger, but he did not give up. He concentrated all his strength and launched a final counterattack. He turned sharply, with his back pressed against Phytolacca, and then punched hard.
Phytolacca tried to dodge, but it was too late. Zhao Zhen's fist hit him hard on the chest.
Shang Lu snorted and took a few steps back before regaining his balance.
However, after this punch.
Zhao Zhen could no longer hold on and fell down heavily.
"Crack."
The rain on the ground splashed, and the rain entered his eyes, obscuring Zhao Zhen's vision.
"What a pleasure..."
Zhao Zhen murmured.
The rain hit his face, and his expression suddenly became dazed. In just an instant, his black and white hair lost the last bit of black.
The blood on his face also faded quietly.
Borrowed power has a price after all.
