"Yu Shu, you are a little too arrogant!"

The dead leaves that had survived a winter on the branches were all knocked out by the waves of air caused by the two of them.

The wind is stronger.

The snow cannot stop.

The two are like two sculptures standing on the wasteland.

The cloud pressure is even lower.

The weather that was rejuvenating in spring turned extremely cold again.

Looking around, everything is gray and white.

There are no insects and birds in the winter in Dingxi.

The sky was almost over, and the remaining few bright lights were shining.

The two have been fighting for a long time.

The people in this altar gradually felt that their energy was exhausted. They secretly adjusted the qi from the Dantian in their abdomen, which dissipated to the meridians of the limbs, causing the muscles of the already slightly sore and swollen joints to regain their vitality.

So far, Zhang Xueju has not opened even one frame of the white bone fan, and just used the side bone to prevent all his offensives.

There was no snow in the area dozens of feet around the two of them, and even the soil on the ground was newly turned over like arable land in spring.

"Bone Fan, White Bone Fan. A mountain of corpses and blood, flipped his hands."

"One fan is so sad, two fan is restless, three fan is lying on the dragon, and four fan is not allowed to look at the world."

"You really want me to open the fan?"

Zhang Xuejiao played with the fan pendant and gently rubbed it.

He regretted sending the two paperweights out, but he also knew that paperweight alone could not defend against the power of the courtyard staff.

The person opposite did not make a sound, but just tightened his teeth and picked up the courtyard stick and smashed it down on his lower abdomen.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood was spewed out for more than half a foot.

"Break Yuanti Gang."

One of the techniques of the altar court forbidden arts can improve half of the great realm in a short period of time.

The performer trains a small dantian in his own dantian, which is called a different world. When the yin and yang poles of the original dantian have been drained and the performer has insufficient qi and blood, the small dantian is filled with more intense essence and blood than the original dantian, which is transformed into qi and called Gang. It is generally used to fight back to death. In an instant, his strength reaches the peak of the Earth Sect.

The cultivation of the peak Earth Staff Sect, the combination of the Oriental Court Staff and the exclusive Heavenly Base Staff Technique that punishes rebellion, made him feel full of confidence, but the blood in front of his mind showed all kinds of heroism.

“It’s really so important to beat me?”

Zhang Xuejue couldn't help but remember the days when he followed the first party leader.

The altar court at that time was extremely fair.

Their faith is faithful observation, witness, and records everything that happens in this world.

There is no difference between superiority and inferiority in each rank, only the division of labor. Although the head of the court is nominally superior to the head of the altar, he is actually like the public, without any privileges and no arrogance.

But I don’t know when the Tanting became so obsessed with lust.

The head of the court is like an emperor, with a huge difference between superiors and subordinates due to their different ranks. In order to gain the rank, there were also internal disputes between friends.

In Zhang Xuejue's eyes, these are things that should not happen and that have no reason to happen.

The originally detached altar court has become a scheming and fighting for power and profit with small secular countries. This completely disappointed the elder of the altar court and cut off all his thoughts and thoughts of leaving the altar court.

Now, a mainstay of the altar court is forcibly breaking the Yuantigang in front of him, just to get a false reputation of "I defeated the strongest court order in the past."

The dantian of a warrior is the foundation of life.

After breaking his dantian, he will never be able to make progress in his entire life.

"Now, I'm qualified to let you open the fan!"

He wiped the blood from his mouth and picked up the courtyard staff again.

"Enough..."

Zhang Xuejue showed no tolerance.

The genius spitted out these two words after his lips squirmed for a long time.

He opened the white bone fan with a swish, and his left hand quickly changed his mysterious fingerprints.

"Greed, giant, wealth, literary, honest, martial, and destructive."

Seven fan bones in the white bone fan flew out in an instant.

Seven white bones lingering with purple air transformed from the fan, and each of them wore armor and rushed forward with sharp swords in hand.

The bitter and cold wind blows the grass and leaves, and everyone witheres.

The person on the opposite side was not afraid of the strange powerful enemy coming towards him, but instead showed excitement.

He squatted across the horse and swept the courtyard stick vigorously. This stick was still an old trick from the past, but now he was about to come out. In addition to gray and white, there was a third color between heaven and earth.

green.

Blue is the most likely to make people feel quiet and stable.

But through this layer of smoothness, there are endless blood-colored murderous intent.

After breaking away from the courtyard staff, this blue tree took the initiative.

Like a flying dragon, like a flying phoenix.

It turned into a two-headed snake and attacked from left to right, slapped two bone warriors directly, and then opened its mouth and swallowed two.

Good or bad luck lies in people, not in things, but a snake is auspicious. The snake mouth intersects, causing the remaining white bones to turn into light and scatter all over the world.

"It's just that!"

Seeing that it blocked Zhang Xuejue's first attack, he smiled ferociously.

But he doesn't have much time left.

He crossed his legs on the bottom of the staff, and slapped his left palm to the ground with his strength, using his only remaining energy and the courtyard staff to combine it into one to exert the strongest self-sacrifice strike.

Like fireworks, it will decline after being gorgeous.

Zhang Xuejue looked at the "human stick" that was hitting him calmly."

The index finger of the left hand is a little in the void.

A bright spot, like a bucket, floated slowly along the fingertips, slowly. It was neither too fast nor too slow, slightly up and down, and finally landed on the head of the staff in the courtyard.

The "man stick" is unable to move forward and retreat when stopping in the air.

Zhang Xuejue opened all the bone fans in his hand.

The steps under his feet are swaying, secretly in line with the alien map.

"Bei Dou is added, Zi Wei sits in the palace! Two fans sweep away the turbidity in the world!"

Take a photo with one shot.

Along the way.

After perfectly avoiding the person opposite, the entire earth cracked like the water surface, leading straight to the out of reach of eyes.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Xuejiao with difficulty, and saw that Zhang Xuejiao was still not tired at all. Even this fan did not consume much of his energy.

"You actually...I understand..."

A wave of despair rose from the bottom of my heart.

Retreat madly, this is deeper than the despair of breaking Yuantigang.

When you feel that you are comparable to your opponent, you will be jealous, despised, and will chase you.

When you feel that you have a little in line with your opponent, you will be desperate and break through the wall and never look back.

But when you feel that you are a world of difference and the opponent is different, you will despair, you will feel like a stagnant water, and you will be slightly eroded by the cold inside and outside to make it clear.

Zhang Xuejue closed his index finger.

Without any obstacles, the opponent's self-sacrifice hit his left shoulder with a blow, and then fell to the ground like mud.

"After all, you hit me, you should be content..."

I don't know if it's an illusion or a fact.

After hearing this, he slowly closed his eyes.

Zhang Xuezhao slapped the bones toward the ground and smoothed the cracks, and then the land on the other side fell flat.

Zhang Xuezhao put the man in, covered him with thin soil, and inserted his staff in a position facing the altar.

At the gate of Dingxi Prince's Mansion.

The newly built gate of the royal palace was tightly closed at this moment.
To be continued...