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"I hope you are as strong as your tongue."

After Zhang Zihao finished speaking, he immediately appeared beside Cheng Chuan with a movement, with a long sword in his hand that pierced Cheng Chuan's heart like a ghost.

The lion fights the rabbit, still trying his best. Zhang Zihao is not Cheng Huajun's flashy arrogant. He pays attention to one strike.

It's just that he didn't know how many hole cards Cheng Chuan had, so he was destined to be conquered by Cheng Chuan.

As soon as the long sword in his hand was pierced to a distance of 0.11 cm from Cheng Chuan's heart, he found that he was wrapped in a purple light, and his body seemed to have entered a time and space tunnel, being stretched infinitely.

This feeling is very familiar to him. Every time he leaves the secular world, he has to experience a teleportation, which is clearly a long-distance teleportation array in a small world.

When the purple light ended, he found that he was already in a tomb, and Cheng Chuan was standing right in front of the tip of his sword.

By Cheng Chuan's side, there is a purple-robed Taoist, naturally an old *hu.

"Where is this place?" Zhang Zihao didn't act rashly when he felt the strong aura of Lao Hu.

"Welcome to my world, Young Master Zhang." Cheng Chuan smiled slightly. Here, he has a feeling of dominating the common people.

"Your world? Who are you? The Cheng family doesn't have such a powerful little world."

Zhang Zihao felt the incomparable aura of heaven and earth around this place. The concentration of aura here is almost a thousand times stronger than that of Zhang's small world.

Cheng Chuan naturally didn't understand, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth is something that can only be understood by the strong above the holy level.

"Me? I am me, Cheng Chuan, an ordinary person."

Cheng Chuan shrugged. He is indeed an ordinary person, but the experience in the past few months has been a bit unusual.

"Then what do you intend to pull me in here?"

Zhang Zihao kept staring at Lao*hu without doing anything.

"Aren't you very interested in me? Similarly, now I am also very interested in you, am I going to challenge you?"

Cheng Chuan smiled slightly. Here, he was a bit of a way to clean up Zhang Zihao. The last time he was hit by the white-robed old man and seriously injured, he was very depressed.

Here, he can move arbitrarily, he has to try, how far is he from the Saint-level powerhouse.

"Presumptuous, a king-level person, dare to adjust the power of the holy level, I think you are too long-lived."

Although Zhang Zihao is afraid of old *hu, as a Saint-level powerhouse, his dignity cannot be tarnished.

Even though he was only a holy elementary level, he was sure to defeat Cheng Chuan only in one thought.

"Hey, holy power? I was afraid."

Cheng Chuan directly took out a handful of violent bear pill, mad tiger pill, and mad dragon pill, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

His breath instantly began to skyrocket, and soon passed the king-level intermediate, the king-level high, the king-level elementary, the king-level intermediate..., in the end, he stayed at the royal-level high-level.

It surpassed two big realms and eight small realms at one time, and its combat power increased dozens of times.

Feeling Cheng Chuan's incomparable aura, Zhang Zihao's face suddenly became a little ugly, and he found that he still looked down on Cheng Chuan too.

"Damn Cheng Huajun." Zhang Zihao cursed secretly in his heart, but his figure flashed in an instant, and he attacked.

"Good come..." Cheng Chuan, who had never had such a powerful force, was full of pride for a time.

The magical eye power instantly opened, looking at Zhang Zihao's long sword, he would not despise any opponent.

This set of swordsmanship of Zhang Zihao is Zhang family's skill of the town and clan, the streamer sword, famous for being quick and accurate.

Like lightning, it pierced Cheng Chuan's eyebrows, with a faint smell of tearing space.

However, he was fast, and Cheng Chuan was not slow. With the help of the magical eye power, Cheng Chuan's sword tipped from bottom to top and went straight to Zhang Zihao's throat.

This is a one-off move, of course, if Zhang Zihao doesn't change the move, he can only die.

You know, Cheng Chuan can move thousands of miles away at any time, no matter how fast the Light Sword is, it can move quickly over an instant.

Without the process, Zhang Zihao will definitely change his tricks. He is the lord of the Zhang family's arrogance, so naturally he will not die with an ordinary person like Cheng Chuan.

Sure enough, Zhang Zihao's complexion changed slightly, with a sword in his hand, his body turned, avoiding Cheng Chuan's knife.

In the next second, Zhang Zihao cut his long sword horizontally and went straight to Cheng Chuan's right shoulder. If Cheng Chuan didn't hide, he would definitely have his right arm severed.

Bu Cheng Chuan was in a weird posture that could be avoided, and the long knife in his hand was a little bit on the ground, his figure ejected from the opportunity, and the long knife smashed into Zhang Zihao's head.

"Ding..." There was a sharp clash of swords, and the long sword in Zhang Zihao's hand held Cheng Chuan's long knife.

But what made Zhang Zihao depressed was that Cheng Chuan's strength was too terrifying, and the strong pressure forced him to bend one knee, almost kneeling.

"Hey..." Zhang Zihao yelled and pushed away Cheng Chuan's long knife.

"It seems that you can't fight melee with this guy, his physical strength is several times that of mine."

Although Zhang Zihao had just entered the Saint Level not long ago, he had rich combat experience and instantly gave up the streamer sword technique.

"Broken God Sword..." With a burst of shout from Zhang Zihao's mouth, the long sword in his hand shot out a purple sword energy, and went straight to Cheng Chuan's eyebrows. For a while, Cheng Chuan felt an inevitable feeling.

"No, this is a soul attack. No wonder he dared to come to me. Even if he knew that Shen Meng was good at illusion attacks, he still dared to provoke me. It turns out that he is also a master of this."

Under Cheng Chuan's Ten Thousand Magic Eyes, the source of the Despair Sword was instantly seen through, and it turned out to be a powerful fantasy attack.

"Hey, since it's inevitable, let's see how far your attack range can be."

Cheng Chuan smiled, and when the purple sword aura almost pierced the eyebrows, his figure began to move back.

The purple sword qi was just like that, staying at a distance of 0.11 cm from Cheng Chuan's eyebrows, not allowed to advance.

Finally, after Cheng Chuan left Wuli, the purple sword aura disappeared.

"This Swordsmanship is really good, the attack range is as long as five kilometers."

Cheng Chuan exclaimed heartily. In the next second, with a thought, Cheng Chuan appeared again in front of Zhang Zihao who was stunned.

"You..." Zhang Zihao stared at Cheng Chuan, not knowing what to say for a while.

But what awaited him was Cheng Chuan's attack like a storm.

Cheng Chuan had an extra long knife in his hand, plus Feiyan, holding two knives, but using the combined attack of Qing Yi and Qing Er before.

The combat power climbed again, Zhang Zihao suddenly pressure doubled.

But that's more than waiting for him, Cheng Chuan attached the corrosive gray mist to the double knives.

Zhang Zihao was accidentally splashed by the gray mist, and suddenly there were several wounds on his body, which was extremely painful.