The sky flashed with thunder again.

Above the thunder clouds, the phantom of the Thunder Emperor emerged.

This Thunder Emperor has his feet on thunder clouds, is wrapped in lightning, and holds a sword in his hand. His appearance is the same as that of Zhang Heng, and he is clearly his phantom.

"Huang Tian Lei Emperor showed his magic, destroyed the world, and killed evil spirits!"

Zhang Heng flew into the clouds.

The self is in harmony with the Dharma.

Suddenly, the Thunder Emperor, who was about a thousand feet tall and standing on the clouds, raised his sword and struck it down from the thunder clouds.

This sword.

The wind follows, the rain follows, the thunder follows, the sword follows, and the yellow sky follows.

"kill!"

Zhang Heng and Dharma are one.

He descended from the sky and came with a sword to kill.

The next second.

With the ancient tree in the secret realm as the center, the sword brand imprinted within a hundred miles will respond instantly.

One flower, one grass, one tree.

A mountain, a ridge, a river.

They all turned into little sword lights and came upon the call, trying to kill powerful enemies for Zhang Heng.

"The iron horse shines on the mountains and rivers, and the cold clothes accompany the songs of Chu."

"The stick sweeps the land of Jiuzhou, and the general sings a song of victory."

Zhao Taizu's martial arts awareness raised the long stick in his hand.

The next moment, the two figures collided together.

Mountains and rivers are overwhelmed by it, the world is silent, and the dazzling light shines on everything.

When the dust settled, the two figures were ten steps apart, standing back to back.

"There are talented people from generation to generation."

"There are successors, and I am not alone."

Zhao Taizu's martial arts consciousness came to his body, he inserted the coiled dragon stick in his hand on the ground, turned to look at Zhang Heng: "Although this body is of my descendant's blood, and also has the martial arts cultivation of Hedao realm, compared to my real body, it is still limited.

Quite a lot, at most I can use 70% of my peak strength."

Zhang Heng said nothing.

Because he also knew that the physical body that Zhao Zongzheng had polished could not be comparable to Zhao Taizu's martial arts true body.

In addition, this is the arrival of martial arts awareness, and 70% of the strength should be overstated.

"You haven't entered the Hedao realm yet, right?"

Zhao Taizu asked Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng nodded lightly.

Hear this.

Zhao Taizu was even more satisfied: "Very good, very good. When you enter the Hedao realm, even if I am at my peak, I will not be able to beat you. Today, we can be considered a tie."

Zhang Heng wiped the blood between his mouth and nose and felt that his internal organs were all out of place.

He nodded silently to Zhao Taizu's suggestion of a tie with his conscious body, and sighed: "I have been born for four hundred years, so I can't fight with you at your peak. It's a pity, a pity."

Zhao Taizu's martial arts consciousness has descended into his body, and there is no possibility of improvement.

But Zhang Heng was different. He already felt that he was not far from breaking through to the Hedao realm.

After reaching the Hedao realm, there was a new world. Zhao Taizu's martial arts consciousness came to his body. At that time, he was no longer qualified to fight with him.

so.

Not being able to see how powerful Zhao Taizu was in his heyday before his ascension was destined to be a pity.

But then I thought about it.

Isn't life a journey full of regrets?

"Why didn't you take action just now?"

Facing a draw outcome.

Zhuge Wolong was extremely unwilling and couldn't help complaining to Zhenxi Marquis Yang Xiong: "If you had come forward to help, maybe there wouldn't be a draw."

"In such a battle, can you and I intervene?"

Yang Xiong also retorted verbally: "Maybe he is at the end of his strength now, why don't you give it a try?"

"I..."

Zhuge Wolong glanced at Zhang Heng.

snort!

He snorted coldly, threw the magic inkstone, stood on it and flew away.

Try it.

How to try?

Even if Zhao Taizu's martial arts consciousness comes to his body, it won't work. If he tries, what will he do if he dies?

"After you ascend, we may see each other again."

After Zhao Taizu said this, he swept out with a stick, shattered the space, and stepped in with one step.

Zhang Heng's sharp eyes made the discovery.

At the other end of the space, there is Kaifeng City and the Zongren Mansion.

This stick broke through the space and actually led to thousands of miles away.

"Xihou."

Watching Zhao Taizu's consciousness of martial arts recede, Zhang Heng did not stop him, but looked at Zhenxi Marquis Yang Xiong.

Yang Xiong held a spear, mounted his horse, and said without looking back: "Tell that little beast not to embarrass me in the future."

Who is the little beast talking about?

Of course it's Yang Pan.

The love between father and son is deep, didn't Yang Xiong really have a chance to take action just now?

Not necessarily.

But he just didn't take action. Zhang Heng didn't really believe it if there was no relationship between Yang Pan and Yang Pan.

Because Yang Xiong is a warrior.

Unlike Zhuge Wolong, a Confucian scholar, he did not lack the courage to fight.

Zhuge Wolong could see that his condition was not good, and it was impossible for Yang Xiong not to notice it.

You can fight but don't fight, it's not because you are afraid of fighting, but in fact, the tiger's poison cannot eat its seeds.

"Your strength has surpassed mine."

After a while.

Zhang Heng was meditating cross-legged when Yan Chixia came back.

His clothes were torn, but his energy was excellent, and he had obviously returned victorious.

"Have you ever killed Wudu Po?"

Zhang Heng raised his head and asked.

"No, let her run away."

Yan Chixia chuckled and didn't care about it: "That old poisonous woman was injured by my sword intention. She won't be able to make trouble in a few years."

Zhang Heng smiled.

Yan Chixia was not familiar with Wu Du Po, so the so-called arrest of Wu Du Po was just an excuse to help him out.

When talking about friends, what is a friend?

Friends are the ones who can stand by your side at critical moments.

If he hadn't made a lot of friends and treated each other with sincerity, why would everyone be helping him today?

Same reason.

If Yan Chixia and others had not come to the rescue, it would have been difficult for him alone to do well today.
To be continued...