One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Zhang Yang gave a wry smile, dropped his hands feebly, looked into the distance wearily, watched silently for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "That's it, just don't fix it..."

Huang Sheng returned to his senses, looking at the decadence and decay in Zhang Yang's dim eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

It was hard for him to grasp the weakness of a person with both ability and purpose. How can there be such a shop after passing this village? How can you give up in a hurry like this?

Whatever he said, he must arouse public fighting spirit, so he said in an anxious tone: "Space cracks are indeed a life of nine deaths, but the probability of survival is not judged based on the level of cultivation. It is based on..."

Suddenly, Huang Sheng felt that something was wrong, and stopped talking.

He didn’t have much contact with Zhang Yang, but he knew Zhang Yang’s experience from killing demons in the tribe to the Tongtian Mountain test. Whether it was his calmness when he killed demons, his decisiveness when he became a demons, and his scheming along the way. This person is determined and will not give up lightly until the last moment.

Especially the character of Zhang Yang Zhien and his deep feelings for the clan father, it is even more impossible for him to extinguish the last flame of hope in his heart.

Why now...

Suddenly, Huang Sheng's face became extremely ugly, and he stared at the Zhang Yang Xiaosuo's figure with a cold and frost, and snorted and said, "Are you playing my words?"

Zhang Yang's frustrated face suddenly raised the corners of his mouth. Knowing that he could no longer hide it, he smiled at Huang Sheng and said calmly: "You said that the world above ten thousand meters was too excited."

"Good calculation!"

Huang Sheng snorted coldly. He lived a lot more years than Zhang Yang, and naturally experienced more things, but at the moment just now, he was blinded by the urgency in his heart, and he followed Zhang Yang's way.

It was just that he had lived for countless years after all, and realized that something was wrong in just a few breaths, and recovered the words he was about to say in time.

Boss Qiu in the Immortal Swallowing Bottle could only smile bitterly at this time. Although he put a certain height on Zhang Yang's mind, he was still deeply caught up in the inducement of Zhang Yang just now. If it hadn't been for the two of them to tell them all. He will definitely continue to believe in it unwaveringly.

"I still underestimated..."

Zhang Yang looked at Huang Sheng quietly for a while, and said such a sentence without any reason.

"While you helped me upgrade to the wasteland reclamation period, you also need to give me the method of using Ten Thousand Soul Banners, and you also need to teach me a powerful waste technique."

At this time, Huang Sheng no longer had any thoughts and temptations, and directly agreed: "Yes, but I am the spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, I will not tell you how to control me."

Zhang Yang nodded, and then asked such a sentence as far away as the ends of the world. "Do you think the demons will perish? When will they perish?"

Huang Sheng glanced at him and said indifferently: "The demons are in decline, and there is no doubt that they will die. You should know this in your heart. What you want to ask is how long the demons can last. I can tell you my prediction clearly. After the year, the day when the three tribes are overhauled, the demons will be wiped out!"

Raising his brows and frowning slightly, said: "Can't you drag it for a day?"

"It can't be delayed for a day!"

"Well, after three years, I have nowhere to go, and I will fly above that ten thousand meters with you."

"Three years... OK!"

"If I use the golden cicada to escape the shell this time or get caught by the other six peaks, do you have a secret path to escape safely?"

"I have three!"

"Okay!" Zhang Yang smiled slightly, his eyes falling to the vast sea of ​​blood under him: "That's it, then let's start."

At the bottom of Tongtian Mountain, Ye Buzhan patted his **** and stood up, looking at the sky with a smile: "It has been four days, everyone has been at least 700 meters, and I am absolutely coquettish when I rushed up. ..."

He picked up his withered hand and stared at the name Wuming for a moment, and slightly frowned, wondering: "What is Zhang Yang going to do? Coquettish has only been a day away? Don't worry about him, get it right before you say it."

With a wretched smile, Ye Buzhan jumped up his eyebrows.

His speed was extremely fast, and the explosion of that speed made the corners of the eyes of many foreign disciples jump.

"Another one!"

"Good fellow, why are people like this now?"

Everyone was still sighing that Ye Buzhan had already exceeded a thousand feet long, and in a flash, he rushed to seven hundred and seven hundred feet.

At this moment, Zhang Yang's body dropped rapidly, falling to a thousand feet in a blink of an eye. Everyone still had some hope for Zhang Yang. At this moment, with the speed of his fall, that pitiful hope was directly shattered.

After the destruction, there was endless anger.

"This grandstanding clown must have used some secret technique to reach that height, and now he can't hold it!"

"Too nasty, use this method!"

Everyone gritted their teeth and cursed angrily. As the saying goes, as much as hope is, there is as much disappointment. At first, they thought this nameless person was a genius. On the first day, they surpassed many Nei Zong disciples. Breath out for them.

But after a few days, publicity's motionless performance has shaken them, but somehow there is still hope, but today he has plummeted, which is tantamount to shattering their beliefs. ..