“Dang~”

Without caring about the teeth-grinding cutting sound, after pulling the Abyss of Hell out of his chest, "Wu Yan" stared at Zhang San, as if he wanted to kill him with his eyes.

Looking at such a horrifying scene before his eyes, even with his advanced state of mind, Zhang San couldn't help but feel the waves rising.

With the support of the trumpet's memory, Zhang San at this time is no longer the Wuxia A'mon of the past. Although he cannot be called a martial arts master, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is proficient in all kinds of weapons.

Zhang San knew very well that the spear just now had definitely crushed the opponent's heart. Even if the opponent's heart was on the left side, it would explode under the infection of the innate Qi.

Unless... the other party is not a human at all! "Haha, Master Zhang, how are you?"

"You're welcome. I just came here to clear out the ghost problem after receiving a tip-off, but I didn't expect Master Wu to be here as well."

[Old Yuan, follow the previous orders. The bigger the noise, the better.]

After arranging the tasks in a low voice, Zhang San walked forward to close the distance to the transparent world, while at the same time laying a little trap in his words.

Perhaps because he had other support, seeing Zhang San approaching, Wu Yan did not say anything to stop him. As for the false information from the other party, an old hand like him would naturally not be fooled.

It was obvious that both of them had their own plans in mind, but due to various restrictions, the atmosphere between them was in a strange balance.

1000 meters...800 meters...500 meters...

Finally, when he stepped into this range, the other party's figure was already within the perception range of the transparent world, and Zhang San finally had the means to get a glimpse of the other party's true appearance.

However, it would have been better if he didn't know this. As soon as he made contact, his scalp couldn't help but feel numb.

In Zhang San's eyes, the person in front of him, no, it should be said that this creature, except for the outer skin and the brain in the head, which still belong to the category of human beings, the rest of his body is filled with various eyeball-shaped organs.

It is a highly active organ with much stronger vitality than tumor tissue. Under its protection, it would be strange if the previous shot could have killed him.

His life structure is superior to Muzan's, and his recovery ability is far beyond Hashirama. Facing such an opponent, even Zhang San does not find it a bit difficult.

But before he could express his feelings, the person opposite him couldn't help but take action.

Previously, Zhang San was using words to delay time, hoping to use the transparent world to find out the loopholes in Wu Yan. The reason why Wu Yan, who was being beaten by Han Chen, was so cooperative was simply to prepare his own magic.

Han Chen's action of pulling out the spear just now seemed to be very graceful, but in fact, he knew his pain. In addition to reducing human energy to recover from the penetrating wound, Han Chen also needed to dredge the meridians in order to let the great energy in his chest flow normally.

The position chosen by Zhang San was quite sophisticated. Just a simple move was enough to overwhelm him. But even so, it was only a thing of the past.

"My sword can kill one person every ten steps, and I won't leave a trace in a thousand miles!"

"Play a thousand songs before you understand the sound; look at a thousand swords before you know the weapon!"

With the support of the memory palace, Zhang San, who is well versed in history, would naturally not feel unfamiliar with these two sentences. The first sentence came from "Zhuangzi·Miscellaneous Chapters·On Swords", and the other party quoted the common people's sword in it.

As for the latter sentence, it comes from "Wenxin Diaolong" written by Liu Xie during the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Zhang San could understand the first sentence, and he could also understand the second sentence, but when these two sentences were connected together, he found it a little confusing.

At this point, are you still in the mood to be pretentious?

Of course, before Zhang San could ask this question, a space separating heaven and earth had already interrupted his doubts. Looking at the sword rising from the ground, he was now a little curious about the Confucian methods.

[Is your fate based on Kuishui? Then use the Fire Spirit Sword. I want to see how you can block it! ]

Just like what Wu Yan said before, kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles. For a king, this is the most humble commoner sword, but for ordinary swordsmen, this is their lifelong pursuit of swordsmanship.

It takes more than ten years, or even dozens of years of practice regardless of the cold or heat, to gain a glimpse of this realm. However, for Confucian practitioners, reaching this realm can be achieved with just a word.

Looking at Wu Yan who was sprinting towards him, thanks to his kendo skills, even with Zhang San's current vision, it was difficult for him to find the opponent's positioning flaws for a moment. It seemed that no matter from which angle he attacked, he would be counterattacked by the opponent.

Moreover, the sword in the opponent's hand also gave him a very uncomfortable feeling. If the opponent was not bragging, even if it was just a projection, it would be enough to be ranked as a top-grade magic weapon.

Facing such a situation, how easy would it be to break it with a skill? As if feeling melancholy about his own shortcomings, Zhang San sighed unconsciously and slowly stretched out his right hand.

“Crack~”

It was like a flash of lightning, or the roar of a dragon hidden in the sea. In just a moment, the fire sword projected by Han Chen shattered into pieces.

"What a joke! This is the sword that Emperor Dezong of Tang wore, and it is listed in the Duyang Miscellaneous Chapters. How could it be possible that..."

Han Chen's surprise did not last long. With Zhang San's combat experience, he would never miss any opportunity of his opponent. As soon as the opponent's Fire Spirit Sword shattered, the Hell Abyss in Zhang San's hand instantly turned into a spear and went straight to the opponent's head.

According to previous inferences, Wu Yan had already completed the life transformation at this time. The Hell Abyss has limited lethality to living things. Considering the tricky eye organ, simply creating a wound does not make much sense.

But, does the brain that has not yet completed the transformation also have such terrifying recovery ability? - I am very curious.

Zhang San has always been a person who is good at putting his conjectures into practice. In real life, no one would hate such a person, of course, excluding his opponents.

"Alas, great gulf!"

As soon as Han Chen finished speaking, a giant sword as big as a door panel suddenly rose from the ground. Due to the opponent's thickness, facing the spear tip of the hell abyss, the opponent did not shatter this time.

However, looking at the cave pierced by the abyss of hell, Han Chen's bleeding eyes calmed Zhang San's anger.

"What a shame, it was just a little short."

After a few brief confrontations, how could Han Chen not see the gap between them?

Without any more nonsense, he kicked up Juque and followed the sword. After temporarily forcing Zhang San back with the power of the heavy sword, Han Chen controlled Wu Yan's body and rushed towards the canal.

Han Chen was the protector of the White Lotus Sect and had been active in the martial arts world for more than a decade. However, he did not expect to encounter such a monster in a small place like Taiping County. He was really unlucky!