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My heart suddenly became cold.

Dizang really changed. Although his tone of speaking was very relaxed and he looked indifferent, a trace of pain and shame flashed in his eyes when he said these words to me.

It was obvious that his heart was also struggling, but in the end he chose his own way.

He showed me a knife, and it hurt me seriously with one knife. Just as he passed by me, he said that to me and also to me, and I didn't even feel any pain.

I could feel my breath falling wildly as the golden blood flowed. What's more terrible is that I don't know what weapon he was using. Even if I tried my best to activate my healing ability, there would be no sign of healing in the wounds under my ribs.

I know this won’t work. As long as Ksitigarbha doesn’t waste my life with me, my breath will fall to the bottom. Then, let alone Ksitigarbha, even if any legion of cultivators like a native chicken and a dog in my eyes before, I can kill me.

I turned my hands and took out the sun shooting bow. I put my hands on the bow, and the bow was like a full moon, and golden arrows flashed.

Instead of shooting this arrow, I let go of my hand and removed the force, grabbed the golden arrow, and sacrificed the sun-shooting bow by myself. I held the golden arrow in both hands and slashed the arrow at my own ribs.

Thorn!

The golden arrow pierced into the flesh and bent it with my thoughts, and it was stitched in the flesh and blood.

After all, I am a physical body. When the golden arrow enters the body, it hurts much more than a steel needle. Is there any better way? The cold sweat on my forehead suddenly came down.

But my eyes showed great perseverance, and I let my silver teeth break and kept silent.

But Dizang had discovered my purpose and knew that I was going to use a golden arrow to forcefully stitch the wound. How could I make me happy? My body flashed and I had already reached my side. A cold light appeared in my hand, and a crimson streamer ray of light shook toward the other side of my ribs.

The first time he was able to succeed was that I was not careful that he would suddenly shoot out, and the second was that the words he said at that time were too shocking and opened up the sealed memory, which caused my brain to crash instantly.

But this time, he didn't even think about it!

Seeing that the crimson streamer was coming, I didn't dodge or dodge. I reached out and grabbed the Wanjie Knife, swung the Wanjie Knife, and chopped it down at Dizang's neck.

Replace the knife with a knife, and exchange the life with injuries!

In fact, the situation is very unfavorable to me. The golden arrow has not been able to repair the wound, and my breath is still losing wildly. Moreover, the pain under my ribs is already severe. Once it moves, it will definitely be even more painful. Maybe it will tear the wound that is being repaired, making the injury even more serious.

So I can only choose this kind of life-thinking style.

If you want me to be injured, I will take your life!

I bet that Dizang would never dare to fight hard!

Because I cut his head with this knife, but his knife was tangent to my ribs.

I was stabbed by him, but at worst I could add another wound. With the sun-shooting bow, I would not have to worry about not having a golden arrow to mend it, but it was just a little pain.

But he is different. If he gets caught by my robbery knife, even if his neck is harder than steel, I will be sure to cut off his head with one knife. Even if his cultivation is advanced, he will die without a head.

If he dares not fight to the death, he will definitely return to the sword to defend. In this way, I will seize the initiative and have the initiative. Whether to continue fighting to fight to the death or to fight steadily is in my hands.

Since he has become an enemy, there will be no mercy at all!

The eighteen eyes of Wanjie Sword opened together, blood red, and a bloody light was directly brought out. The strange laughter kept ringing, which was so breathtaking.

As expected, Dizang did not choose a lose-lose style, nor did he turn his hand to block it. Instead, he drew his sword and retreated. When my sword fell out, he shot light again, and the crimson stream of light in his hand was still cutting under my ribs.

If I deal with ordinary people, I really can't crack it, because my sword style has been exhausted and my sword style has been eliminated. Even if I want to change my moves, it is too late to wait for the knife. At most, I have time to gather my cultivation under my ribs and offset some of the damage.

But I'm different!

I have six magical tools. If I force myself, it will be enough to make anyone look down on me.

So I immediately gave up the knife, grabbed it with both hands, and the Burin Jue gun was already in my hand, and he shot it at Dizang's heart.

It is still a way of fighting for injury to life, the heart and the head are as important.

But Dizang's figure disappeared from my eyes in a flash. When my Burning Jue gun was completely pierced, it flashed in front of me like a ghost.

But this kind of operation can only be played once in front of me who has the power of the double mirror. This time, Dizang used such a trick again, and the Yin-Yang Sword was directly welcomed.

Dizang had no choice but to retreat. This time, he did not attack me again. Because of the blockage of the Burning Jue Gun and Yin-Yang Sword, the Wanjie Sword had returned to me. After this, he could not kill me at all.

But he couldn't break the six magical tools, so he could only look at me and smile bitterly, with a hint of indescribable expression on his face.

But this expression was just fleeting, and it quickly restored its original light expression.

"Do you think that if you have six magical tools to protect you, I can't do anything to you?"

At this time, the golden arrow had already sutured the wound under my ribs, and the entire wound appeared like a golden centipede. Finally, it blocked the outflow of the golden blood and the breath was lost. Although it was extremely painful, I could still bear it.

But after a quick and short contact just now, I have clearly realized that there is indeed a gap between myself and Di Ksitigarbha. After all, the gap between the two major realms is not so easy to cross.

He shook his head right now.

"No, on the contrary, I am full of vigilance against you now, but I am not afraid of you. If you want to kill me, you have to pay your life."

Dizang smiled and shook his head, slowly raised one hand, holding a crimson-red short knife in his hand.

The short sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent, and the blade body is only about one foot long. If it weren't for the bright crimson color, it would be really not easy to find.

"Do you think you can fight me if the wound is sutured?"

My eyes were cold and I hurriedly used my cultivation. Sure enough, my cultivation reached the wound under my ribs and my operation suddenly slowed down, but it did not stop, but the speed of my power was much slower.

This seems not a big deal, but I am secretly complaining in my heart.

The masters fight together, but the winner can be decided in that moment. The sticky little bit of power is enough to cause a momentary pause when I take action.
Chapter completed!