Seeing the bright cold light killing Yan Nu, his head flying, Master Thrush couldn't help but be intoxicated by this beautiful sword.

Then he closed his eyes and sighed sideways, thinking that the heroic Yan slave had passed away, and he couldn't bear to see that ugly appearance. He wanted to keep the most touching heroic appearance of the other party in his heart.

"A sad heart falls in the jade tower, and the pitiful autumn wind cannot bear to see it."

Mr. Thrush raised his sleeves to cover it up, still intoxicated, slowly wiping away a drop of clear tears.

It wasn't until I heard Yan Nu's voice, "It hurts", that I suddenly woke up.

He put down his sleeves, revealing his two confused eyes, staring downstairs, and saw Yan Nu standing up while holding his head.

"Huh?" Mr. Thrush's brows trembled and his breathing became rapid.

Even if his head is cut off, he will not die? Even if he is a great demon, he should show his true form after being killed by such a terrifying sword intent.

He knew very well that the most powerful blow to his father was the moment he was awakened.

If a person is sleeping sweetly and is suddenly woken up by someone, he will be particularly angry and suspicious, and his mood will fluctuate to the extreme in an instant.

With this strong intention, my father created a unique skill called "open your eyes to kill".

The key is to do it if you don't wake up, and you will be shocked when you wake up!

But now this sword shock was enough to frighten Yan Nu.

"Did I kill someone in my dream?" Zhang Suwen stared, suspecting that he was still dreaming, so he fell backwards and fell heavily to the floor.

"Bang!"

The feeling of weightlessness made him immediately realize that this was not a dream.

He stood up and saw that Yan Nu had jumped up high and stabbed him with a spear.

"Father!" Mr. Thrush called urgently.

Faced with Yan Nu's counterattack, Zhang Suwen suddenly relaxed his whole body, his eyelids drooped slightly, his body swayed, and he seemed to feel unsteady on his feet.

But it accidentally flashed past, floated several feet away, and landed on the roof of another room.

"Boom!" Yan Nu's shot missed, causing sawdust in the pavilion to fly.

Mr. Thrush quickly raised his hands to protect his face, and his whole body was pushed deep into the pavilion.

Fortunately, Yan Nu didn't use too much Qi in this attack, he just wanted to force Zhang Suwen away.

Yan Nu glanced at the embarrassed Mr. Thrush and thought to himself that this must be Zhang Suwen's daughter. She is so delicate that she should be left alone.

The next moment, Yan Nu rushed out of the pavilion with a fierce blast and hit the roof where Zhang Suwen was with a shot.

However, Zhang Suwen half-opened his eyes and looked like he was not awake. His left shoulder sank and his body swayed, but he quickly floated to the roof on the right.

This erratic movement technique once again easily fooled Yan Nu.

"It's useless. My father's sleepwalking technique leaves dodge completely to the body's instinct. He doesn't even know where he will swim..." Mr. Thrush murmured to himself while holding on to the sill of the pavilion to watch the battle.

The clothes on his body were somewhat torn, and there were a few wooden thorns stuck in his arms, but his face remained calm and relaxed.

He was blown away by the force just now, so he tried his best to protect his face, and then he couldn't wait to come out to see his father show off his power.

Zhang Suwen seldom takes action, but every time he does it, he does it with extraordinary grace and ease.

He is a genius who created his own "Dream Talking Sword Art", which can be divided into three parts: false sleep magic skills, sleepwalking body skills, and confused sword intentions.

The most powerful thing is the False Sleep Magic Kung Fu, where you are half asleep and half awake on weekdays, but you are actually practicing the kung fu.

Once the skill is transferred, the human body will enter a state of false sleep and hand over the true energy to the "true self" instinct. This is far more effective than ordinary people practicing "deliberately".

It was after he discovered that his 'true self' was more powerful than his 'self' that he developed the sleepwalking technique. This is why his sword intention has a hazy mood and can make people sleep.

Of course, it was precisely because of his extremely lazy nature and his sincerity in swordsmanship that he was able to create such magical skills.

"call out!"

Zhang Suwen drifted and drifted, leaving a series of afterimages in the garden.

In the state of false sleep, his body is extremely sensitive, and at the slightest disturbance, his true self can instinctively make the most correct dodge.

Yan Nu chased him straight and forward, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Seventy years of skill..." Zhang Suwen murmured softly, as if talking in his sleep.

A ray of sword intent in the heavenly spirit also has the ability to look at the spirit and channel spirits similar to the spiritual stage.

All monsters and monsters can be killed by the warrior's will.

He could sense Yan Nu's skill, it was seventy years old, which was already very strong.

Zhang Suwen only had so much zhenqi, which was at the level of almost all internal masters.

Although I don’t know why Yan Nu was beheaded but still survived, but based on this level, he is not false at all.

Maybe Yan Nu was blessed with some kind of magic. Zhang Suwen was pretty sure that the opponent was a human, and his martial arts skills were low and his moves were straightforward.

In this way, seventy years of skill is meaningless. Zhang Suwen can easily play with very low consumption.

But soon, he stopped thinking so.

"Huh?"

I saw Yan Nu's speed soaring, and in the middle of his sprint, he refracted a shot and exploded a room.

Because the speed was so fast, his head was flying.

Fortunately, his hand was still holding on to him, so he quickly pressed his neck back.

"He actually has one hundred and seventy years of skill!"

Zhang Suwen's eyes widened, his pupils slightly condensed, and his state of false sleep was broken due to excessive fluctuations in his mood.

He realized that Yan Nu had the blessing of a spell that could mask his aura.

It turns out that it is not seventy years of skill, but one hundred and seventy years!

No, it looks like there is still some leftover, which is simply shocking!

The explosion just now was caught off guard, and it was only due to my superb physical skills.

Otherwise, if he gets poked, he will definitely be able to eat a pot of it, and at least he will be seriously injured.

"Yan Slave, there is a huge gap between you and his body skills. Try to expand your bombardment range as much as possible." Feng Junyou reminded.

Yan Nu's decapitation will still have an impact. If the speed is too fast, the head will fly...

Although he won't die, his eyes will be on his head.

When I lift my head, I first feel dizzy and in severe pain, and secondly my vision is spinning.

This resulted in Yan Slave being unable to continuously blast through the air and rush with crazy refraction like he did in the Oolong battle.

Zhang Suwen's movement was too weird and erratic. When he moved, his body swayed left and right, leaving afterimages in front and back, as if he was moving in multiple directions at the same time, or even changing directions in the air.

Yan Nu's speed just now was definitely enough, but the direction was wrong. No matter how much Qi he burst out, no matter how fast he went, it would be meaningless.

Yan Nu said: "Old ghost, can you stop him?"

Feng Junyou said: "My magic power has to help you guard against his sword intent!"

"No need?" Yan Nu said, pressing his head.

"Don't be careless! Who knows if you can survive if you are struck vertically by a sword again? And the sword's intention is not only to cut!" Feng Junyou said in a condensed voice.

He already understood that Yan Nu's strangeness should be one of the effects of his heaven-defying posture, but it was unclear to what extent it was so powerful.

There was no big mistake, he was frightened just now when Yan Nu was decapitated, and now he did not dare to underestimate the world-shattering warrior.

"I know..." Yan Nu said no more, and kept wrapping his hair around his head with his palms.

His eyes became resolute and focused, and he thrust forward again, his body like a thunderous giant piercing the moon.

Zhang Suwen also exercised his power again, fell into a state of false sleep, and suddenly dodged away.

But this time, before the distance between the two was completely widened, Yan Nu's upper body glowed with a strong red light.

"upbraid!"

Yan Nu's voice was like a loud bell, and ripples visible to the naked eye erupted from his throat.

"What!" Zhang Suwen's sleep state that he had just entered was broken in an instant.

His mouth was wide open, his face full of disbelief, and his eyes were so wide that they almost jumped out of his head.

What the hell, one hundred and seventy years, he never expected...

This loud shout represents six thousand years of skill!

In an instant, the air in the garden expanded like an explosion, sound waves surged like a tidal wave, and the surrounding houses shook.

Everyone present couldn't hear it, and the world felt dead silent, except for a sharp whistling sound in their minds.

The first person to bear the brunt was Yan Nu himself. His body and head were separated and he flew upside down into the pavilion.

The towering three-story pavilion was buzzing and trembling, and then it collapsed after being hit by him like this.

Mr. Thrush vomited blood, covered his eyebrows, fell from the building, and was buried on the edge of the ruins.
To be continued...