"Keyi, wake up and sense the position of the third child."
In the heart of a large mountain in the southernmost part of the Jingnan Mountains, Zhou Jianlai suddenly woke up from practicing, and the yellow talisman he had been holding in his hand suddenly felt something.
Hearing the sound, Du Keyi opened his eyes and asked, "Which direction?"
"North."
"It feels very close. It should be in the Jingnan Mountains."
Zhou Jianlai replied with a happy face.
Hearing this, Du Keyi looked surprised and said, "That's great. Let's hurry up and don't let the third master hide it again."
After saying that, he immediately used the power of the earth element and came out of the mountain with Zhou Jianlai.
"Be careful, don't meet anyone from Qijia City."
Zhou Jianlai took out a black animal head mask from the Wanjian Box and put it on his face.
Du Keyi nodded, took out a mask and put it on.
For more than two months after the Taiwang Mountain barrier disappeared, they stayed in the Jingnan Mountains and did not leave. Since Huang Fu had no feelings for Zhang Xiaozu since they came to the Jingnan Mountains, they guessed that Zhang Xiaozu It should still be around here.
Of course, this "nearby" is relative to the ultra-long distance of one hundred and eighty thousand miles, not close in the true sense.
As for why they stayed at the southernmost periphery of the mountain range instead of waiting deep in the mountain range, it was precisely to avoid the people in Qijia City.
Obviously, the two of them guessed that Zhang Xiaopou was indeed still nearby.
The two of them each put on their masks and immediately flew in the direction of Huang Fu's induction.
However, the Jingnan Mountains are very vast. The two of them are at the southernmost part of the mountains, while Zhang Xiaozu is located in the north of the mountains. This distance is enough for the two of them to fly for a while.
Zhang Xiaozu punched through Long Siqing's chest, but there was no sound of collision.
That was the afterimage of Long Siqing left in place.
Poof!
A beam of space power ray was shot out from the afterimage. Zhang Xiaopou was unable to dodge, and a deep bloody gash was opened on his right cheek.
He already had dozens of wounds like this on his body.
Moreover, there was a powerful space force remaining on the wound, which was constantly tearing apart his flesh and blood, making it extremely difficult to heal.
After Long Siqing came out of the space barrier, as he said, Zhang Xiaopou never touched the corner of his clothes again.
Whenever Zhang Xiaopou jumped in front of him, he would jump away in advance, leaving only an afterimage of Zhang Xiaopou in place.
What Long Siqing performed was not a simple space jump, because if it were a simple space jump, Zhang Xiaopou would not only be able to sense it, but he could also catch up with it. However, the space technique Long Siqing performed was not something Zhang Xiaopou could sense at all. Of course, Therefore, it is impossible to capture Long Siqing's true body.
So Zhang Xiaozu could only be fooled around by Long Siqing.
The scary thing is that when Long Siqing's body left the place and jumped to another place, the attack he made with the sword in his hand would fly out from the afterimage of him left in place.
This is how Zhang Xiaozu's injuries were caused.
"Haha, look at you running around in such a mess, you look like a silly dog!"
"Idiot, can you touch the corner of my clothes?"
Long Siqing's figure appeared more than 200 feet away from Zhang Xiaozu's right rear, and said jokingly to Zhang Xiaozu.
Zhang Xiaopou suddenly turned around and rushed towards Long Siqing.
The distance of more than two hundred feet was just a matter of a moment to him.
He immediately rushed in front of Long Siqing, suddenly stopped and opened his mouth: "Ha... bah!"
A mouthful of phlegm spat on Long Siqing's face.
He knew that this was the afterimage of Long Siqing left in the same place, and that the old phlegm would fly out through the afterimage, so he wrapped the old phlegm with his strength, and when the old phlegm touched the afterimage of Long Siqing's face It sputtered out in an instant, making the scene look like Long Siqing was really vomited.
"..." Long Siqing was so angry at this scene that his expression became stiff.
He never imagined that in the fierce fight in the Holy Realm, Zhang Xiaozu could come up with such boring moves.
It's so childish and ridiculous.
This kind of low-level and boring behavior is even an insult to Zhang Xiaopou's status as a strong man in the Holy Realm.
To be despised and reviled.
But if Zhang Xiaozu doesn't care, then...
Really irritating!
Long Siqing's face was livid, anger filled his chest, and he felt very uncomfortable.
"Ha ha…"
"What a damn relief!"
"Idiot, does this thousand-year-old phlegm taste good enough?"
Zhang Xiaozu pinched his waist and laughed at Long Siqing's afterimage.
He even used his energy to keep Long Siqing's lingering image from dissipating, while the old phlegm just hung on Long Siqing's face and flowed down the sides of his nose. To the corner of the mouth.
Long Siqing stood more than two hundred feet away on the right and watched, feeling nauseated and violently surging in his abdomen. It felt as if Zhang Xiaozhu's thick phlegm had really flowed into the corner of his mouth.
brush!
He swung his sword in rage.
A sword energy containing powerful space force flew out from the sword blade, and then disappeared into the void. At the same time, this sword energy cut out from his afterimage. Chinese website
"Hey…"
"Not cutting!"
Zhang Xiaozu was mentally prepared and jumped to the side to avoid the blow.
"Crack...squeak!"
Long Siqing was so angry that Zhang Xiaopeng's mean look almost broke his teeth.
"I am coming!"
"Ah…"
Zhang Xiaopou rushed towards Long Siqing, with old phlegm brewing in his mouth.
"..." Long Siqing's eyes twitched, and he suddenly didn't know whether he should avoid it or not.
Just stay away, Zhang Xiaozu will definitely humiliate his afterimage again.
Don't hide, Zhang Xiaozhu's old phlegm is really coming at him. No matter whether he can spit on him or not, he feels sick.
He has never used his sword to kill an enemy's old phlegm in battle.
Not just him, there are probably not many people in the entire Tianwaitian who have done this.
"Damn it!"
Long Siqing cursed in his heart, but in the end he dodged away without leaving any afterimage.
"Pooh!"
Zhang Xiaozu could only shoot a mouthful of phlegm that had been brewing for a long time into the air.
Then he turned to look at Long Siqing and said with a smile: "It turns out it's not difficult to defeat your trick."
"Vulgar, childish, ridiculous!"
"You, a dignified person from the Moon Saint Realm, actually spit like a scoundrel. If you spread the word, you won't be afraid of being laughed at by everyone in the world!"
Long Siqing sneered.
"What's so funny about this? Any move that is effective against the enemy in a life-and-death fight is a good move!"
"If eating shit can defeat you now, I promise to shit you immediately, right away, right on the spot... for you to eat!"
Zhang Xiaozu smiled.
"Son of a bitch!"
Long Siqing was so angry that smoke came out of his mouth and nose.
"Ha ha…"
Zhang Xiaozu pinched his waist and laughed.
After laughing, he took a long breath and said, "I feel better after teasing the idiot. The battle continues!"
He was really annoyed at being played by Long Siqing just now. He was in a bad mood and had a serious mental problem, so that his moves were irritable and deformed, and even his state of mind was greatly affected.
Fortunately, he discovered the problem in time and has now adjusted.
"I am coming!"
Zhang Xiaozu's breath condensed and he flew towards Long Siqing.
Slightly different from every previous chase, this time he punched first and then stepped.
His fists are faster than his feet.
"Idiot, it's useless!"
Long Siqing sneered and repeated his old trick. His true body left the place, leaving an afterimage.
boom!
Zhang Xiaozu's fist hit Long Siqing's nose.
It's not the afterimage's nose, it's the real one's nose. The huge crashing sound proves this.
Because Zhang Xiaopou captured Long Siqing's true form and caught up with him, the fist that preceded his footsteps did not give Long Siqing a chance to react or dodge again.
