One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Tianchen stroked his chest with his hand, and there was a slight distortion on his forbearance face. After a sound, the palm print slowly disappeared. He clenched his fist and said bitterly: "That person is so cruel, really just like this?"

Lao Dao retracted his palm and was not ready to make another move. He said, "This is not something you can manage. You can go. Before I regret it, I don't want my second child to have trouble with me in the future because of this."

"Yes, too." Tianchen looked at the sky and laughed a few times. "He doesn't care about it himself, what I do with so many nostalgic things, this is originally your business, what am I doing?"

"It's better to go back, it's better to go back." Tianchen's voice came from afar, and the sorrow in the words made the old Dao frown.

"Go on." The old Dao looked at Zhang Yang, who had already stood up, and said to Xiaosao: "After finishing this, I will say something later."

"Yeah." Seeing Lao Dao's serious eyes, Xiao Shao had to swallow the doubts in his heart, hooked his fingers to Zhang Yang, and said loudly: "Boy, come on, you still have to continue fighting with Buddha."

"No." Zhang Yang didn't say a word, but the person who took his pulse just spoke out first: "How can he fight now."

"Mingyue." With a big wave of the old Dao's hand, the person disappeared like this, and the old Dao himself disappeared like this, as if he had never been here.

Zhang Yang stared at the place where the man disappeared just now, but he couldn't find the other person's trace. He had to recover, walked to a place not far from Chic, and set his posture.

"You can't be my opponent." Chic squinted his eyes, and said with a pity: "Give up, I'll give you a good time."

Zhang Yang raised his hands up, tired as if he was about to fall, and he slowly said: "Be timid before fighting, a joke. Let's do it, why so much nonsense."

The monk slowly shook his head, his face was full of reluctance, "Fate, time. You are the first person to make me intolerable."

"Haha." Zhang Yang laughed dryly, and slowly moved forward two steps. Now he was very weak and physically exhausted. He took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and then slammed his fist towards the chic. go with.

Taoists do not value the cultivation of the body very much. They care more about the combination of themselves and nature, and strive to use more natural forces with the least of their own strength. However, Zhang Madian originally entered the Tao with martial arts, and his requirements for the body are naturally better than others. It must be high, so when Xiaosha was very innocent and was smashed far away, and then got up very depressed, touched the bag on his forehead, his mouth kept poking, I don't know how much soil he ate when he was smashed into the air.

"I'll go, you fool me." Xiao Sha shook his body a few times, looked at Zhang Yang, and said: "I like it more than a fist, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang's fist flashed in front of him. He flashed aside, waved his hands and kicked forward with one foot, "Bang." Zhang Yang, who was originally at the end of the crossbow, did not rush to respond. He was in no hurry to respond. He kicked it so far, and after a long time, he slowly got up, swallowing the blood in his throat, and there was a smile on his pale face. He smiled and looked handsome, and his eyes gradually blurred. The bright night sky has become pitch-black from an unknown period of time, the wind is screaming, the dark clouds keep rolling in the sky, and the huge raindrops violently hit the ground.

"Fengzi." The white tiger lying on the ground may have been awakened by the rain. It stood up straight with difficulty, looking at Zhang Yang's hard-to-standing body, and blamed itself in its heart. It slowly walked to Zhang Yang's side, and got close to it, so that Zhang Yang could lean on it, but Zhang Yang did not lean over as it thought, but just reached out and stroked its forehead a few times, and then rushed towards Chic. After the past, and then returned to the original place, but when he came back, he was lying down.

"Xiaofeng." Bai Hu yelled, watching Zhang Yang on the ground barely controlling himself to prevent the blood from flowing out of his throat. Bai Hu's loose eyes began to slowly become condensed. It slowly raised its front paws. Suddenly, the surrounding wind rose loudly, and the already violent autumn wind became even more excited. Amid the roaring sound, large trees were constantly being uprooted. The golden light between the white tiger's paws became brighter and brighter, and it slowly waved forward and whispered, "Kill."

As soon as the white tiger's killing character was uttered, a deep mouth of blood appeared on his cheesy chest, and the red blood mixed with rainwater continued to flow out. Looking at the blood constantly flowing out of his chest, he suddenly became fierce. He tore off the monk's clothes on his body. Before the white tiger dropped his claws again, he took out a mace-like weapon and moved quickly to the white tiger. Then one stick, another stick.

"No." Zhang Yang on the ground saw Bai Hu being hit with one stick after another by Chic, his white body had become blood red, and he couldn't control it anymore, and finally vomited a mouthful of blood. In an instant, the rain between the sky and the earth stopped suddenly, and the black clouds in mid-air stopped rolling. A vortex appeared, and the black clouds in the sky were all attracted together and turned into a huge sphere, like a black sun.

At this time, Xiao Sha stopped her hand movements, and looked at the black ball in the sky incomprehensibly, only to see that the black ball slowly became brighter from the center, and a huge lightning ran out from it, directly towards Zhang Yang hacked away. It was impossible for Zhang Yang to evade at this time, so he had to stand in place and watch the lightning strike him, and then there was unparalleled pain, which was not physical pain, but a kind of pain from the heart.

"Ah..." Zhang Yang's whole body was oozing blood, and the eyes, nose, mouth, ears and even the pores were covered with a layer of red. It was all black in front of him. In the center of the black, there was a fuzzy face. He looked hard, but couldn't see clearly. The more he wanted to see clearly, the more blurred that face became. The more you want to see clearly, the more obvious the pain in my heart.

Looking at the blood-red publicity of the whole body, he subconsciously stepped back a few steps, and then suddenly became furious, slapped his bald head a few times, and took a few steps forward with his feet. As he stepped, a black object suddenly passed between his feet and flew away. The furious chic didn't pay attention, and Zhang Yang had no time to take care of it at this time. I saw the object stopped on Zhang Yang's body, sticking out his tongue, and constantly licking the blood emerging from Zhang Yang's body.

The black clouds in the sky became bright again, and the next lightning might be brewing. The open shoulders kept shaking, and the pain in the heart did not cover the itching of his shoulders. The black object was lying on his shoulders. In that greedily sucking his blood. ..