Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"You came!"

The dead man looked up. There was no flesh and blood on his thin face, but his eyes were as bright as stars.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that his consciousness was burned.

This made him a little surprised. His consciousness was born from his life. It would not be an exaggeration to say that his consciousness was as tough as iron, but looking at each other in the air made him feel a sting between his eyebrows.

"Is this how the people who looked at me in the past felt like this? This dead man is not simple!"

At the same time, Zhang Zhiwei also felt that something strange was resonating between himself and the dead man, making a metallic buzzing sound in the void.

"If the opponent appears here, he probably won't be able to hide away. It seems he has to make a run for it!"

Zhang Zhiwei regained consciousness and looked around. They had left the imperial mausoleum and were deep in Changbai Mountain.

Because I had a lot of injuries, I couldn't fly on the ridge like I did when I went up the mountain, so I took a smooth road down the mountain.

At this moment, the snow was very heavy, and the sound of the wind around was like a ghost's cry, sharp and harsh. Everyone was tied to each other with ropes around their waists, and the ends of the ropes were tied to the sled to prevent them from being blown away by the wind accidentally.

"I have something to take care of. You go to Bai Xian's place first. I'll find you later!"

Zhang Zhiwei said in a deep voice, his voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what's the matter?" Lu Ci said, "I'm with you!"

Lu Jin and others also looked over with some confusion. After arriving at the Dragon Vein Land, Senior Brother Zhang seemed to have become much more mysterious and often acted alone.

"No need, it's just a small matter, I'll go back quickly!"

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei moved and disappeared on the sled.

He walked slowly on the snow, his steps so light that he left no trace.

Going all the way north, Zhang Zhiwei walked into the strange pattern of the dead man.

There is no vegetation here, and the sky is vast and pale. Up, down, left, right, and in all directions, it is all white. It is even difficult to distinguish between the sky and the ground.

The dead man sat in the center of this area. Under the heavy snowfall, there were no snowflakes on his body. When the snowflakes were about to fall on him, they would naturally drift away to both sides.

"You came?"

The dead man turned around and looked at Zhang Zhiwei with a captivating gaze.

Zhang Zhiwei looked directly into the other person's eyes: "Who are you? Why do you keep spying on me?"

He didn't say anything like "I'm here, you shouldn't come" or anything like that, but he was tense when he opened his mouth.

The dead man stared at Zhang Zhiwei: "You invited me here!"

"When did it happen?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

He had no recollection of it.

"Don't you remember?" The dead man looked expressionless and glanced at the Dongfeng sword on Zhang Zhiwei's back: "How is your swordsmanship?"

"Something!" Zhang Zhiwei said casually.

"Something?" The dead man said lightly: "It's a very new sentence. Come on, tell me your understanding of swordsmanship!"

Zhang Zhiwei tilted his head and looked at him: "Just say it if you let me?"

The dead man stared into Zhang Zhiwei's eyes for a long time and said calmly: "I haven't seen a stinky nose like yours for hundreds of years, don't you want to tell me? Then I'll try it myself!"

After saying that, he stood up slowly, and his Qi energy spread out, gathering on the top of his head without scattering, and the shape was like three flowers.

At the same time, his momentum also changed suddenly, rolling like a wave, as unstoppable as the ferocious beast.

"Just try it!"

Zhang Zhiwei was the first to take action, raised his hand, and slapped him with his hand. As soon as he exerted his strength, thunder exploded in his body, rolling like thunder.

He said he wanted to see the swordsmanship, so Zhang Zhiwei gave him a slap in the face.

The dead man also took action, very fast and without any fancy, hitting Zhang Zhiwei's hand.

"Boom!"

Qi Jin collided, and the cold wind shot out like stray bullets, piercing the air and tearing out white marks. The force was so fierce that ordinary people would be shattered to pieces as long as they had the slightest contact.

"My body is weak, but I can take a blow from me. There is something there. Since you want to try my swordsmanship, let you try it!"

Zhang Zhiwei pulled out his sword and struck the dead man's head with his big sword.

Because the Qi in his body was severely depleted, Zhang Zhiwei's sword did not contain powerful Qi, but only a sharp attack and the sword's force to retreat from ghosts and gods.

But without the blessing of Qi, one can get a glimpse of Zhang Zhiwei's true attainments in swordsmanship.

This sword was simple and helpless, but its power was as domineering and suffocating as the long sea, as if it was going to split the dead man and the earth in half.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei pull out the sword, the dead man raised the corner of his mouth, showing a somewhat scary smile, and pulled out the sword with his backhand.

His sword was not a weapon, just an ordinary long sword of fine iron. However, facing Zhang Zhiwei's terrifying sword power, he chose to buck the trend.

With a "clang" sound, the two swords collided, evenly matched.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Zhiwei frowned. Let alone the level of swordsmanship and life cultivation, he had an advantage just based on the material of the sword. An ordinary sword should be defeated at the first touch against a high-grade magic weapon. How could it be evenly matched?

What is the origin of this dead man?

Zhang Zhiwei was doubtful and no longer held back. He suddenly exerted his energy and slashed out dozens of swords in a row. It was fast, fierce, and pervasive. It could not be penetrated by splashing water, and it swept over like a storm.

Zhang Zhiwei, who was holding the sword, was like a god or a demon. Each sword had the power to break the mountain, tearing the air, with a shrill sound of wind, covering the dead.

At this time, the dead man seemed to have no choice but to retreat again.

But he didn't. Not only did he not retreat, but he took a step forward, brandishing the Fantie long sword, and stabbed dozens of swords in succession. The arc of the trajectory was natural, and the speed and strength were not inferior to Zhang Zhiwei's sword.

If you want to determine the outcome of this kind of collision, you can only fight head-on. Use fast to fight fast, and use ruthless to ruthless.

quick! Faster, faster!

Zhang Zhiwei's attacks were as fast as the waves and faster than the eyes, but the dead man could accurately intercept his attacks every time he drew his sword.

The two sides fought faster and faster, creating a series of afterimages like clones in the air. Even before this afterimage disappeared, another afterimage appeared.

There is no opportunism in this style of play. The competition is about life cultivation and swordsmanship. Hard power excludes all other factors. Whoever is stronger can win.

Zhang Zhiwei felt that it was very enjoyable. Although he was not in peak condition due to repeated battles, this battle was definitely the most invigorating one since he came down from the mountain. It could even be said to be the most invigorating one since practicing Qi.

In the past battles, either one slap or a few slaps would solve the problem, but this time, he had struck out hundreds of swords in a row, but the opponent was still able to do it with ease.

For a moment, Zhang Zhiwei's heart was heroic. He laughed loudly and fiercely moved forward, slashing through the air with his long sword. This sword was very heavy and even gave people the feeling of Taishan rushing forward.

But the sword in the dead man's hand is very light, swaying freely, very light, like clouds floating in the air, like flowing water.

The two sides fought for three hundred rounds, and the two swords collided more than three hundred times. The opponent's sword intention was transmitted to their respective bodies through the collision.

Zhang Zhiwei's life was intertwined. In a battle of this level, he felt that not only his body was being tempered by the opponent's sword, but even his soul was becoming more and more solid in the constant vibration.

Just like a piece of steel, it is constantly being tempered and the impurities are burned away, leaving only the most essential part. This is a kind of progress. Although it is not immediate, it is not less important at all.

"Clang... Clang..."

The fighting between the two sides became more and more intense. The machines collided with each other, creating a terrifying scene like whirlpools and air waves, setting off a blizzard here.

The whole world is trembling in this blizzard. The shrill wind sounds like there are ancient beasts or angry souls roaring, which is very penetrating.

At this time, even an expert like Lu Ci would be squeezed by the air waves in a snowstorm, making it difficult to stand and even be in danger.

However, Zhang Zhiwei became more and more excited as he fought. His eyes that had been half-closed suddenly opened and closed, and his big star-like eyes were extremely bright.

He was so excited, and what he wanted was to feel like this, this feeling of being evenly matched.

Zhang Zhiwei drew his sword and walked around with his feet. Wherever he went, the snow surged up like the ocean tide, and the frozen soil as hard as steel under the snow was cracked inch by inch by the pressure of the Qi machine.

As for the dead man, his steps were brisk and did not hurt the ground. He was like a Tai Chi ball, swinging away from all attacks, with no blind spots in all directions.

He had been passively defending until he raised his sword, drew an arc pointing to the sky, and lightly tapped Zhang Zhiwei's sword, interrupting Zhang Zhiwei's continuous sword movement.

The dead man stood in the air, looked at Zhang Zhiwei condescendingly, and said lightly: "Okay, I already understand your swordsmanship level. If we fight again, it will just be a boring physical competition. Now, it's your turn to try my swordsmanship." Got it!"

After that, he drew his sword, and the blade drew a huge, perfect arc.

No one can describe the perfection of that arc. They only know that it brings about the sword power like the long river and the sea.

Zhang Zhiwei's sword power was so powerful that it collapsed upon contact and was vulnerable to a single blow. The sword power, like a long river and a sea, came crashing down on him and drowned him in an instant.

In an instant, everything in the world seemed to have lost its color, the splashing wind and snow suddenly stopped, the world seemed to pause suddenly, and everything was silent.

After a while.

"Huhuhu..."

Everything revives and the wind and snow return.

Zhang Zhiwei blinked his eyes, his nose quivered, and hot air spurted out.

Also spurting out was blood.

Large streams of blood surged up all over the place, splattering in the air.

This has never happened before. All the blood on Zhang Zhiwei's body seemed to gush out in an instant. He was seriously injured and his whole body turned into a bloody man.

In the small world of the human body, the "Master National Master" looked at the apocalyptic scene without any joy in his heart. He collapsed on the ground and cried loudly.

Although it was born with a traitor, its relationship with Zhang Zhiwei was one of prosperity and loss. Of course, Zhang Zhiwei didn't want Zhang Zhiwei to die, so he immediately shed tears and started to clean up the mess and repair the structure of the human body while crying.

Zhang Zhiwei held the Dongfeng sword tightly in his hand, blood dripping down the sword.

"My swordsmanship..."

The dead man's hair was disheveled, and he tilted his head to look at Zhang Zhiwei, "What's wrong?"

"Very... very... strong..."

Zhang Zhiwei said one word at a time, his voice was very soft, and his breath was like a gossamer. He really only had one breath left.

When the sword came at him just now, he knew something was wrong and he was invincible. He immediately tried his best to block it and used all means to block it, but he couldn't block it. It didn't even have any effect at all. He was killed directly. Almost died.

The dead man was quite satisfied with Zhang Zhiwei's answer. He turned his back to him and said slowly:

"The day you opened the forum, you said that I would manifest my spirit, teach you the magic sword technique, help me clear everything, and restore a bright and prosperous world to this China. Today, I came here to resurrect my soul. I wanted to sit down and talk with you, a calf-nosed person. , I taught you a swordsmanship, but I never thought that you, a little guy, don’t have to drink wine for a toast, but you want to test the sword with your own body. They say that you don’t need a heavy hammer to play a drum, how do you feel about this heavy hammer?"

Pass me the magic sword technique to help you clear everything and bring peace to China. When will I say... Zhang Zhiwei's mind flashed, remembering the scene when he first used his flying sword to slay the magic altar.

At that time, he sensed Emperor Zhenwu secretly, and was glanced at by Emperor Zhenwu. On a whim, he said a few words of excitement, and later said that he paid by mistake.

The cause of that day, the effect of today, never expected that Emperor Zhenwu would use this time to invite the gods, and a trace of his true spirit would come out of his magical veins, possess a dead man, and come to teach him the magic sword technique.

I said that no matter how random a guy came out, he could suppress me and fight me for hundreds of rounds. It turned out to be Emperor Zhenwu, and he didn't lose unjustly.

Moreover, there was no wrong payment, it was just...this old man was a bit ruthless!

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath. He controlled his own structure. As long as he was not killed by one blow, he could slowly recover from any serious injury.

While Emperor Zhenwu was talking just now, he had stabilized his injuries and immediately bowed his head:

"Please teach me, Grandmaster!"

Emperor Zhenwu turned around and looked at him, his mouth slightly twitching: "I still like your unruly look before!"

Zhang Zhiwei: "…………"

"Misunderstanding, I thought it was an evil spirit coming out of the interior scene. How could I have thought it was my ancestor!"

Zhang Zhiwei smiled, but he was covered in blood and his smile looked a little ferocious.

"Your ancestor is Zhang Daoling!" Emperor Zhenwu said. He didn't really embarrass his handsome young man. He stretched out his hand to caress Zhang Zhiwei's head.

The next moment, the world seemed to have stopped for a second. Zhang Zhiwei clearly felt the surging solar terms, which dispersed with him as the center, forming a small pattern.

The blood that had flowed all over the floor was suddenly shaken and pulled by an extremely surging force, and flowed back into Zhang Zhiwei's wound.

In an instant, the fatal injuries and knife wounds were now intact.

Within the pattern, Heart Monkey, who was crying out to repair himself, was a little confused as he watched it return to the normal human body pattern, but this did not prevent him from continuing to repair it.

Not only the national master, but also Zhang Zhiwei was a little unbelievable. Everything in front of him was like playing a video tape backwards. Was the time in the pattern going back, or was it using other magic?

"The Immortal caressed my head," Zhang Zhiwei saluted, "Please also ask the Patriarch to give me the Dharma!"