Chapter 933

Da Zi really didn't expect that there was only a thin layer like cicada's wings outside Yang Jian's body, and the sword world still had such power. The assassin's mace he tried hard to prepare was easily destroyed by the last blow of the sword world. Human skin is better than Tu. Naturally, it is not as good as Sheng Tu when he was alive. He can exert Tu Tian's cultivation, but he can give full play to his cultivation.

Da Ziyou thought that even if this blow could not kill Yang Jian, it would inevitably hit him hard.

However, it was he who was badly hurt.

Wanxingchen sword

Even if there is only a trace left, it must not be underestimated by anyone.

At this time, Da Zi was badly hurt. Yang Jian's strike was too fierce. Although Da Zi hastily condensed a seven petaled lotus in front of his chest when he was approaching, the unformed lotus only blocked a small part of his power. If he didn't react quickly, he could kill him on the spot.

Big freedom looked at the injury on his chest and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Yang Jian... I really don't know what you can be proud of. All your success depends on others rather than yourself, but you can always be proud of such success. After you succeed with other people's things, you think it's your own success, but you really think it's your own success..."

Yang Jian didn't care about his sarcasm at this time. He strode to Da Zi's body and pointed to Da Zi's forehead with the heavy mark agglutinated by the inner strength of the pole.

"Success is success. No matter what means or methods are used, success will never be equal to failure. In any case, success is worth being happy."

"Feng" means in front of Da free's forehead, but da free seems very calm at this time.

"You really have nothing to be happy about..."

He smiled and strangely made people feel a little nervous: "because you just defeated a great freedom. There is an existence in this world that you can never overcome, but you haven't reached that level. You think you have stood at the top of the world, but you are really small."

"Then you"

Yang Jian sent the heavy book forward, and the next second he would pierce Da Zi's forehead: "it's even smaller."

"Yes... I never think I'm not a small person."

Da Zi said, "because I see and know much more than you... And now it seems that you have won, but... Who knows?"

Yang Jian seemed too lazy to say anything. He sent a point forward again.

However, in this moment.

Something came out of the big comfortable clothes by itself, just like the cicada when it broke its shell, but the cicada didn't break its shell so fast, just in a moment. When that thing came out of Da Zi's arms, Yang Jian almost didn't hesitate to split it down again. The goal was not da Zi, but this thing.

His speed is already very fast, but it's still half a minute slow because it's really unexpected.

The drilled thing quickly expanded and then rolled out to one side. Yang Jian's heavy dog hit the ground hard and smashed the ground into a deep pit with a bang. Big comfortable body was shocked and flew back out, and it seemed to be broken in mid air.

However, Yang Jian's idea is no longer big freedom.

In other words, Yang Jian's attention is no longer on the side of the dead big freedom.

distance

A new big freedom stood there, panting, but his eyes were particularly proud.

The big comfortable man was sticky, and the liquid like snot flowed down from him. A moment later, a lot of that stuff flowed down from his standing position, which was disgusting. The big man stood there naked, disgusting mucus all over his body.

"You are too old to understand the world."

The new big comfortable smiled, and the corners of his mouth were full of sarcasm at Yang Jian.

Big comfortable eyes a Lin, it seems difficult to understand why such a thing happened. Although his own resurrection is already an unimaginable thing, the change of Da free still makes him feel incredible. Yang Jian didn't die, but fell into a deep sleep with half of the cultivation of Wan Xingchen and woke up when necessary. But great freedom, great freedom is like a snake... Just finished a snake molting.

"The people of the Buddha sect are so weird that it's not surprising."

Yang Jian's face eased a little and kept on alert.

"Monsters?"

Big freedom laughed: "Don't you think it's a miracle? Even I think it's a means owned by God. Who else can do it except God? With this, I cheated King Dalun Ming and Yang Qi. With this, I came out of Dalun temple and went all the way east to fight against one expert after another. I'll be black and blue every time I fight... Because as long as I'm hurt hard enough, I'll die Can transform into a new me... A stronger me! "

As soon as Da Zizi's arms shook, the mucus on his body was immediately shaken away by his internal strength.

"Yang Jian, do you know who you're fighting?"

Great freedom pointed to himself: "you are fighting a God."

……

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Boom!

With a muffled sound, Yang Jian's body was shocked and flew backward. He hit a big tree heavily. The huge impact broke the big tree with the thickness of a bucket. The huge canopy of the big tree slowly fell down, and when it hit the ground, it stirred up the smoke and dust all over the sky.

Yang Jian was badly hurt and struggled to get up.

The inner strength armor on him became flickering. It was obvious that the strength of the attack just now was too strong to bear even the armor. However, if it weren't for the strong armor, Yang Jian might be seriously injured this time. Even so, Yang Jian, who stood up again, still looked a lot weaker.

In the distance, the freedom that blows Yang Jian to fly looks more powerful. When he just got out of his body, his body seemed weak and not solid enough. After the past ten minutes, this weakness has completely disappeared. His body became very strong and looked as comfortable as before he was injured.

"Every time I change, I will become stronger."

Big freedom said as he walked slowly forward: "so, what do you take to defeat me? Every time you get hurt, you will become weaker and weaker. And every time I get hurt, it is a shortcut to become stronger... This is the difference between mortals and God. Can you... Still find a chance to win in front of me?"

Yang Jian looked at the uncertain weight in his hand, and then looked at the crack in his chest.

The pain in his chest made him more sober, and the blood on the corner of his mouth made him more calm.

"I firmly believe in one thing."

Yang Jian took a deep breath and straightened his waist: "There is absolutely no absolute perfection in the world. If there is, it is just an illusion. It is deliberately displayed to confuse others. You say that you will become stronger after each serious injury, which is undeniable. However, such a skill must have its disadvantages, and I believe that once this disadvantage is exposed, you will die ugly."

"But do you know what it is?"

Big freedom asked.

"I don't know, but I'll find it!"

Yang jianmeng jumped up, then waved the heavy arrow and smashed Da Zizi.

Boom!

Two powerful internal forces collided with each other, and Yang Jian was shaken upside down again. His body fell on the ground and hit a deep pit, but he didn't stop to rub it back. He plowed a deep ditch six or seven meters long on the ground. After this blow, the heavy mark in his hand was completely shattered, and the strength armor on his body was finally torn open.

This time, it's a real wound.

There was a palm long blood mark on his chest. Although the wound was not very deep, the meat turned on both sides looked very ferocious. The blood flowed outward, but the flow rate was very slow. If you look carefully, you will notice that the blood was much thicker than normal people, and there was an illusion that it was not blood but red paste.

Normal people's blood will never be so viscous.

"Sure enough"

Da Zizi looked at Yang Jian's wound and smiled. His eyes were relieved: "That's why you have to live by changing blood... You not only need to change blood after you are seriously injured, but you still need to change blood even if you are not injured for a while. A normal person, blood flows all over the body... But your blood is not your own, and your body is actually very old. The blood can't flow smoothly at all, so it will become precipitated and viscous... So I Guess, even if you won't get hurt, you must live by changing blood. "

Yang Jian looked down at his wound and his face changed constantly.

"You don't need to look at me like a monster..."

Big freedom shrugged his shoulders while walking: "relatively speaking, I'm a monster, but aren't you a monster? You shouldn't exist, so please don't look at me with that kind of eyes. Don't use that kind of disdainful expression. Are you mocking me? Why don't you mock yourself first?"

"Oh... Yes."

Da Zidao: "Because people always see the shortcomings of others and ridicule and abuse them, but they can't see their own shortcomings. Even if it's the same thing, their views on themselves are different from those of others. For example, when I spit on the ground, you look at me fiercely and scold me in your heart. It's disgusting. After taking a few steps, you feel uncomfortable in your throat, and then Also spit a mouthful of phlegm, but you will never call yourself disgusting. "

Yang Jian struggled to stand up again and tore a piece of cloth from his body to cover the wound. He was very skilled. More than 200 years ago, he was most familiar with dealing with the wound after fighting on the battlefield.

"People of Buddhism always say a lot of such seemingly reasonable words to show that they are thoughtful."

Yang Jian spat the soil in his mouth, looked at Da Zi and said seriously, "in your words, it's because of people's bad nature. He always says something when he thinks he wants to win, otherwise he feels sorry for his identity as a winner."

"Lend me a word just now."

Yang Jian took a deep breath and walked forward towards Da Zi: "Sometimes it seems that you are going to win, but you may not win. You just said that I am too old to understand the world, because the world is changing, I don't deny it. But... You don't understand the world, you can't even understand the situation in front of you. You know the world is changing, but you don't know that the boulder in front of you is also changing."

Da Ziyou was stunned and suddenly thought of something.

He fiercely looked back at the camp, and then saw two figures quickly sweeping over. Before the two men got close, they threw a few circles, rolling like watermelon, coming very fast. Big freedom subconsciously shook the thrown things open, Bang Bang... Those things burst and blood bloomed.

That's

a head

Big free swept back and didn't move again. Several heads rolled on the ground.

These heads are known to everyone.

It was the heads of the twenty-eight red robed monks he brought.

"A decisive battle of one hundred people is a war. A decisive battle of ten thousand people is a war. A decisive battle of two people is naturally a war. As long as it is a war... It will not remain unchanged, but will seek changes because of their respective interests. Therefore, there is a saying that the war situation is changing rapidly. These... You don't understand."

Yang Jian said with a sneer.

Big freedom turned back, and the figures of those two people had become clear.

He knows everyone.

One is tall and thin, the other is short and fat.