God level funny comparison system

"Hey, I told you to go to Zhang's house. You seem to be going the wrong way?" Looking at the rugged mountain road outside the window, Zhang Long said depressedly. This posture seems to be going up the mountain, and, moreover, the mountain seems to be Cangbi Mountain ah.

"I'm just taking you home, taking you back to your hometown." The driver said, it was a woman's voice, soft and ethereal with a bit of sinister.

Zhang Long frowned, instinctively glanced at the front rearview mirror, and then his heart skipped a beat, your sister, why does this driver look so familiar?
"Crack." At this moment, the taxi braked suddenly and stopped. Zhang Long looked around again. The car was parked on the mountain road leading to Wanyao Pavilion.

An ominous premonition suddenly arose spontaneously.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the face in the rearview mirror again, and Zhang Long was sure now that the driver was the owner of Wanyao Pavilion, Meng Hongchen.

Zhang Long's original drunkenness suddenly became sober, it's dangerous.

"Hehe, I really don't know what you women think, don't come out to run a taxi if you don't know the way, you see, it's true now, I have to go back by myself. But it doesn't matter, who made me a man, bye." Zhang Long laughed dryly He let out a cry, pretending not to see who the driver was, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Hula la." As soon as the car door was closed, there was a gust of wind blowing around, black shadows flitted across the night sky, like giant bats, and the wind on the top of the mountain became colder and colder.

A total of more than 20 people rushed out from the woods on both sides of the mountain road, and instantly surrounded Zhang Long in the middle of the mountain road.

He is a member of Wanyao Pavilion, as can be seen from the standard attire. He is dressed in black and holds a palm-wide silver-white long sword. The hard long sword reflects the silver-white sharpness. thick.

There is a crescent moon in the sky, under the moonlight, black clothes are like forests, swords are shining, and the resolute faces are cold and ruthless, which instantly adds a strong murderous look to the originally gentle night.

"Crack." The car door opened again, and Meng Hongchen got out.

She was wearing a black suit today, her long hair was rolled up, her creamy pretty face was covered with frost, reflecting the cold light like a jade statue under the moonlight.

The women's black suit made her graceful figure a little more neat, and with the high heels, her figure looked even taller.

She closed the car door, and looked at Zhang Long with cold eyes, "You can't leave today, give me the three-color Huiling fruit, and I will leave your whole body."

With a deep and soft voice, the faint moonlight all around seemed to be frozen, and the cold was overwhelming.

"Cough," Zhang Long rolled his eyes, "Well, the three-color spirit fruit is gone, do you want something else?"

"Zhang Long, don't force yourself, look at this posture, it's more than auspicious." The little girl reminded in the sea of ​​knowledge.

"Nonsense, do you still need to teach me?" Zhang Long retorted in his heart.

Even with the Zhijian system, Zhang Long is not at all sure that he can get rid of these people at this moment. This No. 23 person is not an ordinary warrior, but the caretaker of the Wanyao Pavilion. With that blunt expression, everyone knew that everyone was a murderer without blinking an eye, so naturally they couldn't fight recklessly.

The most important thing is that this woman, Meng Hongchen, has a higher level of cultivation than those men in black at first glance. The master of Wanyao Pavilion is definitely not bragging.

Although Zhang Long is domineering on weekdays, it is because he has full confidence in being domineering. He is not a reckless person.

Special circumstances can only be treated specially.

"Are you sure you can't hand over the three-color spirit fruit?" Before the taxi, Meng Hongchen asked again, the indifference in her beautiful eyes was more cautious than that of Leng Yue.

"Hehe," Zhang Long laughed dryly again, trying to show a friendly attitude: "I really can't hand it over, I've already eaten."

"Hiss...huh..." Meng Hongchen took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes, "Then you can only die, kill him."

The three-color spirit fruit is gone, which means that my little sister... How can I spare this kid.

Meng Hongchen is very angry now, so angry that he doesn't even know how to express this anger. There is only one thought in his mind, to tear this brat who killed her little sister to pieces.

"Shua!" As soon as Meng Hongchen finished speaking, the black-clothed warriors in the circle charged up with their swords, a large piece of silver-white sword light swayed in the night sky, and the reflected moonlight looked like a huge silver lotus flower in full bloom.

"Hey! Damn, I have something to discuss, Sister Hongchen..." With his eyes wide open, Zhang Long yelled at the top of his voice, and his hands were unambiguous. The skill card of the Spirit Snake Sword Technique was directly activated, and his aura suddenly rose stand up.

"Hula!" A man in black suddenly sped up, and his figure flew towards Zhang Long in an instant like an afterimage, and the silver-white long sword in his hand swept directly across Zhang Long's neck.

At the same time, there was a sudden gust of cold wind from behind him, and it was obvious that someone was sneaking up on him from behind.

Zhang Long was startled, these warriors in black are really not easy to deal with, ordinary warriors don't like to win with more, especially when dealing with a student, and these people don't seem to care about anything, only Meng Hongchen's orders are in their eyes, Killing the target is all that matters.

Seeing the long sword approaching, Zhang Long focused his eyes, moved his figure, and straddled a distance of one meter, and heard two hisses, the long swords of the two men in black pierced through Zhang Long's wound film.

With a single strike of the sword, the two of them hardly paused or expressed any expression. The sharp long sword turned and attacked Zhang Long again.

At the same time, the men in black who rushed up from behind also drew their swords.

"Brother Long, take the sword!" At this stall, a stern shout came, and Zhang Long turned his head to look, only to see a silver-white long sword coming through the air.

"嗖...铃铛..." Zhang Long's eyes lit up, soaring into the air, and the moment he caught the long sword, he swept out, just in time to meet the stabbing long sword.

The sword shadow shot quickly, sparks flew in the clanging sound, and under the moonlight, a circle of ripples formed by the sword shadow swayed.

"Hula!" After landing, there was another person beside Zhang Long, and it was Shang Gu.

He was wearing a black suit with a stand-up collar, leather shoes, and a long silver sword in his hand. He was staring at the man in black in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Just after Shang Gufei arrived, he happened to help Zhang Long block the two men in black who attacked earlier.

Seeing one more person, the circle of men in black automatically stopped and turned their gazes to Meng Hongchen.Without Meng Hongchen's order, they would not let an enemy go, nor would they kill an innocent person randomly.

"Where did you come from?" Zhang Long asked, looking warily at the men in black around him.

"I've always been by your side." Shang Gu took a breath, said coldly, and leaned on Zhang Long after finishing speaking.

"Your sister, please don't talk like that, brother is a straight man!" Zhang Long said depressedly.

"Me too." Shang Gu said abruptly.

At this time, Meng Hongchen looked at Shang Gu, his eyes still cold and stern, and said softly: "It's none of your business, if you want to survive, go away as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Shang Gu didn't move or speak.

"Aha," Zhang Long smiled, "Sister Hongchen, why bother, you look so beautiful, it's not gentle to fight and kill."

"Isn't it just a three-color spirit fruit? I really need it urgently. I really have no choice. As for that Huang Hao, ouch, you might as well just kill that kind of subordinate, you fool, so I'll help you out by the way." You dealt with it."

Looking at Zhang Long's playful smile, Meng Hongchen became even more angry, and his silver teeth were about to shatter. He stared at Zhang Long, then at Shang Gu, and said coldly: "In that case, let's kill together!" .”

"Hula!" The circle of men in black came up again.

"Your sister, don't let oil and salt in!" Eyes widened, Zhang Long cursed, and raised his sword to meet him.Shang Gu didn't hesitate, and with a flick of the long sword in his hand, he also charged towards the enemy in front of him.

Shang Gu didn't know why before, but now he understands that these people came for the three-color spiritual fruit, and Zhang Long had already taken the three-color spiritual fruit for him, and now he was thinking of Zhang Long. In order to put himself in danger, Shang Gu worked even harder.

The tinkling sound came again. Under the moonlight, swords and swords were scattered, and the wind was stirring, causing the forests on both sides to make rattling noises, and occasionally pieces of dead leaves would fly up.

On the top of the mountain, Su Lan was also standing in a suit, looking at the battle that had unfolded below, with a trace of unresolved tangle in her big eyes.

Although Zhang Long snatched the three-color Hui Lingguo in the eyes of Wanyao Pavilion, Zhang Long was courting death, but Zhang Long was clearly capable of killing Su Lan. It was because of her that he was found by the pavilion master so quickly.

She was thinking, if Zhang Long died here, would he also have his own responsibility.

No. 30 The man in black danced with a long sword in dense sword curtains, while Monk Zhang Long standing in the center also set off a sword curtain with a long sword in his hand, constantly colliding with the sword shadows attacking from all sides.

Meng Hongchen stood in front of the car and watched, waiting to see Zhang Long's end in a pool of blood, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

However, after dozens of strokes, Meng Hongchen's beautiful eyes were full of astonishment. She found that the student in front of her was only in her early twenties, and her cultivation level was extremely inconsistent with her age. No wonder even Huang Hao would die at his hands. inside.

"Meng Hongchen, don't bully others too much, I, Zhang Long, are not easy to bully!" Zhang Long's voice was more majestic.

"Hehe..." Meng Hongchen laughed back angrily, glanced coldly at the group of men in black, and shouted coldly: "Are you all useless? Do you want me to do it myself?"

"Hula!" As soon as Meng Hongchen finished speaking, the moves in the hands of the men in black all of a sudden became more violent, and the cold faces also became more ferocious.

"Your sister!" grinning and cursing, Zhang Long was also angry.

"The spirit snake came out of its hole... hiss..."

With the sound of the spirit snake crossing the grass, Zhang Long stepped aside to the left, and passed the slashed sword in the almost impossible gap. Immediately after, his body bent slightly and swept out in a slanted posture, and the speed was also instantaneous. skyrocketed.

"Hiss!" Like a wandering snake, he dodged the curtain of heavy swords like lightning, and the long sword was pointed out like a snake letter, and a stream of blood flew away.

At the same time, a man in black snorted and stepped back a few steps.