"You recognize me!" Zhan Jiu's eyes were spitting fire, and he asked Zhang Mingyuan in a deep voice.

"Recognize it, you are fellow Taoist Zhan Jiu." Seeing that Zhan Jiu looked bad, Zhang Mingyuan couldn't help but smile stiffly.

"You can recognize this sword!" Zhan Jiu still looked hatred and raised the Wutu sword in his hand to Zhang Mingyuan to see.

"This sword... I don't know what treasure it is." Zhang Mingyuan still had a stiff smile on his face, but said in a panic.

"Haha... you said you recognized me, you said you didn't know what treasure this sword is. Haha, this is really ridiculous, extremely ridiculous!" After hearing Zhang Mingyuan's answer, Zhan Jiu raised his head and laughed, as if he was crazy.

Seeing Zhan Jiu like this, Zhang Mingyuan couldn't help but have a monk. But at this time he didn't care about this much. He took advantage of this moment that Zhan Jiu was so excited that he wanted to leave and quickly avoid the evil star Zhan Jiu.

"Very very good! Today I, Zhan Jiu, will use this sword to kill you!" At this moment, just as Zhang Mingyuan was about to leave, Zhan Jiu suddenly shouted. As soon as these words came out, he couldn't help but scared Zhang Mingyuan, and almost collapsed on the ground.

"No, no! Fellow Daoist Zhan Jiu, don't listen to those two little bastards talking nonsense!" At this time, Zhang Mingyuan just thought that it was Hou Xiaobai and Du Xiaoqi who instigated him, so that Zhan Jiu hated him so much. After all, Zhan Jiu was very close to Hou Xiaobai and Du Xiaoqi before, which was obvious to everyone, so Zhang Mingyuan had an idea. He couldn't help but waved his hand to defend himself, and at the same time he thought to himself that he must find an opportunity to get rid of these two people.

"Suffer to die!" As the saying goes, the enemy was extremely jealous when they met. How could Zhan Jiu say more to him at this time? The Yimu sword in his hand was shot out immediately.

Until this moment, a green light shot towards him. Zhang Mingyuan knew the monk's departure just now, and only then did he know why he was so embarrassed when he came up that he couldn't even catch Zhan Jiu's move.

But Zhang Mingyuan naturally would not sit and wait for death. He hurriedly raised the only low-grade spiritual weapon in his hand to fight back. Moreover, with the example of the monk just now, he paid special attention to whether there would be a silver light after this green light, and whether Zhan Jiu would pounce on him with a heavy sword in his hand.

Sure enough, after the Yi Wood Sword, the Geng Jin Sword followed. After seeing the power of the Geng Jin Sword, Zhang Mingyuan would naturally not be so stupid as to use the flying sword in his hand to force it, but he hurriedly dodged in a hurried manner. Although the Geng Jin Sword was extremely sharp, it was not as fast as the Yi Wood Sword. Therefore, although Zhang Mingyuan's movements were ugly, he luckily avoided the sword. Not only that, even Zhan Jiu, who was indeed pounced on him behind, avoided one step ahead.

At this time, Zhang Mingyuan couldn't help but sneer and thought that Zhan Jiu had only this trick. But at this time he did not dare to fight Zhan Jiu. Although his cultivation was far higher than Zhan Jiu, he was not sure of winning at all. When he really fought, he knew even more clearly that he was not a match for Zhan Jiu at all. So he did not dare to meet Zhan Jiu head-on at this time, just wanted to escape as soon as possible.

But at this time, Zhan Jiu finally found Zhang Mingyuan, so how could he let him leave so easily and catch up immediately?

What made Zhang Mingyuan very anxious was that he never expected that Zhan Jiu could control three flying swords at the same time, Yi Wood Sword, Geng Jin Sword, and Wu Earth Sword in his hand. At this time, Yi Wood Sword shot towards him and directly blocked his way. At the same time, Geng Jin Sword attacked and slashed at him without hesitation.

With the speed of Yi Wood Sword, Zhang Mingyuan had no place to run, and was forced to bump around for a moment. In comparison, Gengjin Sword was even more troublesome. On the surface, Gengjin Sword was also a low-grade spiritual weapon, but it could easily split a flying sword of the same level into two pieces. There was only a low-grade spiritual weapon flying sword in his hand. At this time, Zhang Mingyuan dared not fight with Gengjin Sword head-on, or even could not resist, and could only dodge everywhere.

And while the Yi Wood Sword and Geng Jin Sword were entangled with Zhang Mingyuan, Zhan Jiu was already rushing up with the Wu Earth Sword in his hand. Then he looked desperate and smashed Zhang Mingyuan randomly.

Zhang Mingyuan saw Zhan Jiu almost slapped the monk to death with his own eyes. How dare he take it? He could only set up the only flying sword in his hand to block it in a hurry.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Zhan Jiu's sword hit the flying sword in Zhang Mingyuan's hand.

Zhan Jiu's casual sword made Zhang Mingyuan's tiger's mouth collapse at that time, and his entire arm was paralyzed. For a moment, he couldn't help but have an illusion that the one he had just made was not a sword, but it was simply a mountain that hit him!

After catching up with Zhang Mingyuan, Zhan Jiu simply stopped mobilizing Yimu Sword and Gengjin Sword to help, but just held the Wutu Sword in his hand and bit Zhang Mingyuan tightly. Zhan Jiu raised the Wutu Sword high and immediately fell down. At this time, he did not use any sword techniques, nor did he use any sword intent. It was like a wild man in the mountains who had no rules at all, just trying to be fast, and one sword fell down immediately. Moreover, with his fierceness, it was like a sword that was even more heavy than a sword.

At this time, Zhan Jiu's sword was so happy that he followed him, but it made Zhang Mingyuan below him suffer. He was already holding the flying sword in his hands, his arms were already bleeding and had no sense of consciousness. Not only that, the skin, muscles, and even bones on his arms had long been broken. Every time Zhan Jiu smashed a sword, several blood arrows burst out from his arms. At this time, Zhang Mingyuan could still hold the sword in both hands, but in fact he relied on the maintenance of his true energy.

In addition to this, what is even more serious is that Zhan Jiu's sword followed by a series of huge forces. This force not only completely destroyed his arms, but also spread throughout his body. Every time he smashed his sword, the huge force was a huge impact on his dantian. At this time, Zhan Jiu had already smashed more than a dozen swords wildly, and after these dozen swords, the golden elixir in Zhang Mingyuan's dantian began to tremble.

"Fellow Daoist, if you want the treasure box in my arms, I will present it with both hands immediately." Zhang Mingyuan felt even more uncomfortable than snatching his heart and soul, but at this time, facing the threat of Zhan Jiu was already a life-and-death life. He had no choice but to say pain.

At the same time, he couldn't help but curse, cursing that the treasure box could not be stored in any storage equipment before the last ban was untied, so that he could only hold it in his arms so eye-catching. If it could be stored in the storage space, how could it attract so many people to peep, and how could it be that the evil star Zhan Jiu? Until this time, he still believed that Zhan Jiujiu came for these golden treasure boxes. In fact, the setting that the treasure box could not be stored in the storage space was also deliberately done by the Nine Vortex Immortal King, who was only to make the competition more intense and cruel. To put it bluntly, it means that more monks died because of this treasure box.

"Hmph, treasure box, I just want your head on your neck!" When Zhang Mingyuan actually lured himself with a mere golden treasure box, Zhan Jiu couldn't help but sneer, and at the same time, he smashed it with a sword even heavier.

Bang!

This sword hit particularly hard, and after this sword, due to the violent shock of the Dantian, Zhang Mingyuan finally couldn't help but squirted out a large mouthful of blood, which just spurted Zhan Jiu's face.

"Haha! It's so good!" Zhang Mingyuan squirted with blood, but Zhan Jiu laughed and shouted. Then he kept hitting his hands hard with one sword.

Bang!

This sword was even heavier than the previous one. Zhang Mingyuan had all his strength to set up the flying sword to block it. The corners of his mouth were bloody and his eyes had long been broken.

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