The Ancient Vast Realm

As time went on, Zhuang Ping felt something was wrong. He could feel that he was slowly becoming exhausted, but the other party seemed to be in better condition as time went by.

Zhuang Ping naturally didn't know that the Blood Dragon Battle Body had a strong ability to recover, and with the recovery of the Blood Heart Furnace in Chi Longyun's body, during the battle with him, Chi Longyun's injuries were gradually recovering, while he was constantly consuming his physical strength and vitality.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhuang Ping shook Chi Longyun away with a knife, and then took out a silver iron thorn from his arms.

"Hmph, let's see how you resist!"

Zhuang Ping threw the iron thorn towards Chi Longyun with a look of reluctance, and immediately flew away, and laid a thick vitality shield around him.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh--

With a slight sound, the iron thorn suddenly turned into thousands of silver flying flowers, constantly cutting the surrounding things.

Seeing this, Chi Longyun's expression changed. He had been on guard when Zhuang Ping just made a move, but he still underestimated the shamelessness of this man.

Although Zhuang Ping's cultivation was mediocre and his strength was average, his unorthodox methods were endless, completely deviating from the righteous path of warriors.

"Thousand Shadow Dragon Strike"

The gilded red dragon spear in Chi Longyun's hand suddenly turned, and in an instant it turned into thousands of spear beams. Each strike could break a silver flying flower, but this was not enough. With the full bloom of the iron thorns, Chi Longyun could no longer deal with such a large number of flying flowers.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh——

Blood flowers splashed one after another, and Chi Longyun instantly turned into a bloody man. On his body, there were at least dozens of large and small wounds, and the blood at the wounds began to turn black. Obviously, the silver flying flowers transformed by the iron thorns were all coated with poison.

Fortunately, Chi Longyun finally resolved the most deadly flying flowers. Although he looked embarrassed, he was not injured.

Chi Longyun ignored the poison in his body, and aimed at the figure of Zhuang Ping who was about to escape with a gloomy face. The endless blood in his hand flowed into the gilded red dragon spear, and then the whole spear was thrown out in an instant, silently turning into an elusive blood shadow and shooting towards the opponent.

The gilded red dragon spear was like an invisible blood shadow, silently arriving behind Zhuang Ping, and it was about to pierce him.

Zhuang Ping was suddenly startled while running, and the warrior's intuition made him use all his strength to lean to the left. Suddenly, a blood light flew from behind him to the front of him, and a shot turned a huge stone pillar in front into powder.

When he lowered his head, he saw that his right arm and even half of his shoulder had completely disappeared, and unconsciously turned into dust-like pieces of flesh splashing in the air, and the blood and flesh hit his face painfully.

"Ah!"

Zhuang Ping's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his right shoulder tightly and screaming in pain.

But Zhuang Ping quickly reacted. He knew that this was not the time to stop. He looked back with endless hatred.

But this one look instantly turned the hatred in his eyes into panic, because Chi Longyun was only a hundred meters away from him at this time. Zhuang Ping hurriedly stood up and ran forward regardless of everything, and threw the last Tianleizi he carried at Chi Longyun to stop his speed.

"Boom!"

Sure enough, with a huge explosion, the distance between the two was pulled apart again.

And as the poison in Chi Longyun began to take effect, his speed gradually slowed down, and the distance between the two was always kept within a strange range.

At this moment, Chi Longyun suddenly found that the originally dark and deep eyes of Night Crow standing on his shoulder gradually became full of agility, turning his head to look around, and finally slowly turning his eyes to him.

"Uh..."

From the familiar eyes, Chi Longyun seemed to see someone's figure, which made him hesitate and ask: "Brother Feng?"

"Ah ah——"

Ye Ya called twice softly, and seemed to give up this action in frustration after discovering that he couldn't speak, and nodded slightly to Chi Longyun.

In Ye Ya's vision, the dark space had no effect at all, and Chi Longyun's state at this time was also clear at a glance.

Looking at Zhuang Ping running in front, Ye Ya's eyes suddenly showed a strange color.

In the vision that no one could see, Zhuang Ping was suddenly surrounded by black air, and the black air that appeared out of thin air actually penetrated directly into his body.

Zhuang Ping panted slightly while looking at the slight red light that had appeared at the end of his vision, and his eyes were suddenly full of hope.

At this time, Zhuang Ping didn't want to think too much. It had been so long, and the heart flame curse planted in his body had not erupted. This could only mean that Yan Kun was either killed or had no time for this.

But Zhuang Ping knew this beast well, and he was not a kind person. If the battle had been resolved or he had discovered his escape, he would at least use the Heart Fire Curse to punish him.

However, after such a long time, the Heart Fire Curse in his body had not erupted, which could only mean that Yan Kun was in danger.

Although the crisis had not been completely resolved, Zhuang Ping wanted to laugh out loud. Yan Kun, who had troubled him for nearly ten years, was finally dead, and he, Zhuang Ping, was finally free.

Just seeing the cave exit not far away, Zhuang Ping's heart suddenly trembled for no reason, as if he was being stared at by something ominous.

"Crack"

Just as he was thinking this, a huge stalagmite in front of him suddenly made a subtle sound, and then just as Zhuang Ping was about to pass through, the stalagmite instantly fell off, and the whole thing fell down and hit him directly on the head.

This stalagmite weighed at least several thousand pounds and was extremely hard. If Zhuang Ping was really hit by it, although he might not die, he would definitely be seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Ping's face changed, and he felt despair in his heart, and he couldn't help but roared in anger.

"Ah!"

Zhuang Ping slammed out with his one arm, and a huge palm of vitality appeared, directly smashing the stalagmite into powder, but at the same time he knew that he was finished.

Just as Zhuang Ping was thinking this, a bloody gun head suddenly broke out of his chest and lifted him up in the air.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, God... God wants to... kill me, I... I won't give up..."

Looking at the faint red light in the smoke ahead, Zhuang Ping's eyes were full of desire and nostalgia. He vomited blood and internal organs and murmured intermittently.