While talking, Zhang Xiaopou was already approaching.
"Senior, are you okay?" Feeling Zhang Butcher's breath at close range, Zhang Xiaopou couldn't help being startled and asked hurriedly and with concern.
Butcher Zhang's aura flickered on and off, erratic, like a lamp that had run out of oil. The flames flickered and would go out at any time. This was a sign that the lamp had run out of oil. He was so frightened that his heart jumped into his throat, and even his breathing slowed down involuntarily, as if taking a hard breath would blow out Butcher Zhang's erratic breath.
It's not his fault for being timid, it's mainly because he saw the stars fall one after another during this period, which made him realize that the words "stars" are not a gold medal to avoid death. Their lives are also fragile.
"You can't die for the time being." Zhang Butcher replied with a stern voice, his eyes never leaving the rusty sword five steps in front of him, and urged Zhang Xiaopeng again: "Go and try to see if you can pull it out from the ground?"
"It won't be broken, right?" Zhang Xiaozu glanced at the rusty sword that had been soaked in dirty blood, looking at the layers of rust splattered by the blood rain, even though he knew that since Butcher Zhang asked him to pull out the sword, Then he would definitely keep pulling out, but he still couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.
Although his muttering was low, Butcher Zhang heard every word.
Especially when he heard Zhang Xiaozu's worried tone, it seemed that as long as he touched it lightly with his finger, the sword would immediately turn into a puddle of rust and fall on him. Butcher Zhang was so angry that he stared at his eyes, wishing he could stand up and kick Xiaopawn Zhang away.
It's a pity that it's hard for him to take a breath now, and he doesn't have the strength to stand up, let alone kick Zhang Xiaopeng, so he can only shout angrily: "I'm all injured by its sword energy. It has been stuck in the ground for thirty-three times and has not moved. Do you think you can pull it off?!"
"——" Zhang Xiaopou couldn't help but be speechless when he heard this. He thought that Butcher Zhang's horrific injuries were from the battle with the ancient corpse. He never thought that he was injured by the rusty sword in front of him, and he could release the sword energy on his own. Injuring people, and also injuring Xingxing Mighty, whose cultivation is unpredictable, into this state. This is not a rusty sword, it is clearly a divine sword.
Zhang Xiaozhu's eyes suddenly changed when he saw the rusty sword. He no longer dared to underestimate it, and asked Zhang Butcher in surprise: "Isn't it the sword that Senior Wen pulled out from the Void Formation?"
"It's that sword." Butcher Zhang responded.
"How did it become like this?" Zhang Xiaozu was surprised.
"I don't know, but it became like this as soon as it hit the ground." Butcher Zhang said, and told Zhang Xiaopeng to be careful: "Be careful when you pull it out, don't be hurt by its sword energy."
"Senior, you have pulled it out thirty three times and still haven't been able to move it. How can this junior with this level of cultivation be able to pull it out?" Zhang Xiaozu said with a bitter smile, feeling that Butcher Zhang was asking him to do something meaningless.
Butcher Zhang glared and said: "I fought with it thirty-three times, and it injured me like this. Naturally, I didn't let it get better. It consumed a lot of energy. Maybe it is even worse than me now. What a fool. , I just ask you to draw a sword, how can you f*cking moan like a bitch?"
As Zhang Butcher spoke, he suddenly became angry, and his tone changed and he cursed Zhang Xiaopeng.
"——" Zhang Xiaozu also found that he seemed to be a little bit annoyed, feeling as if he was being rusted by this knife.
The sword calmed the momentum, and he immediately raised his momentum and stepped forward. The power of the three colors swirled around him. He stretched out his hands to hold the rusty hilt of the sword. He took a deep breath, pushed through his arms, and pulled it up suddenly. At the same time, be careful of the rusty sword's sword energy attacks.
Thumb thump thump——
Snapped!
Zhang Xiaozu took several big steps back and fell into the bloody water.
"Ahhhhh-" He stared at his hands with his eyes widened, screaming again and again.
"——" Butcher Zhang's heart skipped several beats, and his vision went dark and he almost fainted.
"Senior-Senior-it's not my fault, you insisted on letting me pull it out. I said I would pull it out, but you still don't believe it. What do you think-what should I do?" Zhang Xiaozhu held his hands. Half-cutting the sword, he looked at Butcher Zhang, his expression uglier than crying.
He stumbled back and fell, not because he was attacked by the sword energy, but because he was dodged by himself. He used the strength to pull out a weeping willow tree, but the rusty sword broke like rotten straw as soon as he pulled it out, almost breaking his waist.
Before Zhang Xiaozu could finish his words, half of the rusty sword in his hand suddenly shattered into pieces and fell to the ground, being washed away by blood.
Gulu——
Zhang Xiaosheng swallowed his saliva and avoided looking at Butcher Zhang.
Butcher Zhang felt that his heart was being torn out by Zhang Xiaopeng's pull. His goatee trembled and trembled. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard twice. He gritted his molar teeth and cursed: "Let your mouth Shit! I made you talk shit! Pull, pull, pull, it’s okay now. I made you talk shit!”
"Senior, calm down, don't be like this." Zhang Xiaozu hurriedly comforted him, panicking, fearing that Zhang Butcher would go crazy because he couldn't get out of his heart. "If you are angry in your heart, just--ouch--ouch--"
Zhang Tufu didn't know where he got the strength from, he got up and pounced on Zhang Xiaopeng, blasting his hammer until Zhang Xiaopeng screamed.
"I asked you to pull it out, did I ask you to use so much force?"
"If you can't use less strength, then you are the most powerful, right?"
"Did your eyes grow up in your butt? Didn't you see that it was a rusty sword? Do you understand that Fengzhu is still old?"
"I'll beat you to death, you loser!"
Facing Zhang Butcher's justified rebuke and crusade, Zhang Xiaopeng could only be dumb and eat Coptis chinensis, unable to speak clearly.
Instead of being a kind and kind old general, he is clearly an old scoundrel.
Fortunately, Butcher Zhang didn't have much strength. After a few punches, he lost all strength. He rolled off Zhang Xiaopeng and lay on his back in the flowing blood, staring at the dark sky in a daze.
When the rusty sword was broken, it was not only the sword that was broken, but also the infinite hope in his heart.
Like Wen Buwu, after seeing the power of the Tao Rust Sword, he couldn't help but put all his hopes of taking the last half step to heaven and becoming a saint on the Rust Sword. But just when he was full of hope, he felt that the road ahead was infinitely bright. Suddenly everything turned into a dream, and his old heart almost couldn't bear this huge mental shock.
"Ouch -" Zhang Xiaozu touched his swollen cheek and sat up, grinning and complaining: "Senior, you are too cruel. It hurts me to death."
"Didn't you say that yourself? If you let me feel angry, I'll beat you up." Butcher Zhang glanced at Zhang Xiaopou unhappily.
"——" Zhang Xiaozhu's tears suddenly fell down, and he curled his lips and said aggrievedly: "Senior, when did I ask you to beat me? I mean, if you feel angry, just shout it out, don't hold it in, hold back the hurt body."
"——" Butcher Zhang couldn't help but smile. Thinking back to just now, it seemed that he did it too quickly. Before Zhang Xiaozu could finish his words, he thought that Zhang Xiaozu actually looked at him and slapped himself in the face, and even asked him to shout out with gloating. He was so angry that he glared at Zhang Xiaopeng with murderous eyes and said through gritted teeth: "Boy, do you believe I can slap you to death?"
"——" Zhang Xiaozu quickly shut his mouth.
"Haha." Butcher Zhang suddenly grinned and asked, "Do you think that if Wen Buwu knew that the sword he pulled out at the risk of his life was turned into rust by you, would he be so angry that he would be alive?" ?”
puff--
Zhang Xiaozu suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a blood arrow.
"——" Butcher Zhang couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he saw it, and warned: "Boy, don't try to blackmail me. Every punch I make is measured. It will only cause you to suffer a little physical pain, not to the extent of vomiting blood. Boy." ,Are you OK?"
Butcher Zhang suddenly changed his tone and asked worriedly.
At first he thought Zhang Xiaozu was pretending to be injured to make him happy, but suddenly he felt something was wrong with Zhang Xiaozu's breath, and it seemed that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
Zhang Xiaozu's face was pale, but the rain of blood kept hitting his face. You couldn't see whether it was white or not, but you could clearly feel that his breath was suddenly disordered and was weakening rapidly.
"Boy, what's wrong with you?" Butcher Zhang sat up and asked again.
"Sword - sword - ah - it hurts me so much! Ah -" Zhang Xiaozhu shouted "Jian" twice, then he screamed while holding his chest and rolling on the ground. He scratched his chest desperately with both hands, as if he was under the chest. Something was gnawing at his insides and he wanted to tear his chest open and get it out.
Butcher Zhang's expression changed, thinking that Zhang Xiaopeng was injured by the sword energy, but he saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, but he could do nothing. He had just recovered a little bit of his star power, spiritual fruits, spiritual herbs, pills, etc., all of which were consumed in the confrontation with the rusty sword.
Zhang Xiaozu scratched his clothes and skin, but it was obvious that he was trying his best to restrain himself from further harming his body.
"The great road of chance brings happiness to the soul, and you can't force it. Ten years more or less, it's all in vain if the mind is not enlightened. That's all." Butcher Zhang suddenly let out a long sigh, reached out and grabbed a nine-leaf spiritual grass from the void. The resurrecting grass obtained in the village can add ten years to one's life if eaten. Even when he was fighting against the rusty sword just now, he was reluctant to eat it.
"It's an advantage for you, kid." Butcher Zhang smiled, stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Xiaopou's body, and said, "Open your mouth and eat it."
Zhang Xiaozu took the Resurrection Grass to his mouth in one gulp, chewed it twice and then swallowed it.
The Resurrection Grass enters the abdomen, and the majestic spiritual power bursts out in the body instantly, and the pain is relieved a lot.
But before Zhang Xiaozu could catch his breath, his body suddenly floated, then shot up into the sky, as fast as lightning, and disappeared in the rain in the blink of an eye.
"——" Butcher Zhang looked up at the sky with a messy expression on his face. He really wanted to ask Zhang Xiaozu what was going on, but Zhang Xiaozu was nowhere to be seen.
