I, Zhu Qizhen, am not called the Son of Heaven!

"Why, are you still pretending to be calm?" looking at Zhu Qizhen, who was motionless like a wood, Zhang Sanfeng said sarcastically.

But who knows, Zhu Qizhen just shook his head slowly, and then smiled and spoke: "Although you said so, my piece is still against your head." "

"Didn't I say that everything in the fantasy realm is controlled by me!" The moment Zhang Sanfeng's words fell, the sword blade in Zhu Qizhen's hand suddenly disappeared, and all he held was air.

"Do you still have a sword now?"

"What do you say?" Zhu Qizhen's face remained unchanged, and his hand continued to hold the sword posture.

Zhang Sanfeng, who saw this scene of 18, was slightly stunned, and his expression was a little unnatural.

"Why? Don't give up yet?"

"Give up, why should I give up?" said Zhu Qizhen, holding the sword and advancing an inch again.

However, it was this inch that made Zhang Sanfeng's face change slightly.

"You!" Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his finger at Zhu Qizhen in amazement, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Didn't I say, I have already seen through everything about you, put away the illusion, this thing is useless to me!" The corner of Zhu Qizhen's mouth rose by another point.

It seemed that he had air in his hand, but he knew that he was still holding the sword in his hand at the moment.

He also knew that as long as he stabbed forward forcefully now, the Zhang Sanfeng in front of him, who was controlled by the Kunlun mirror, would fall to the ground and would no longer be able to stand up.

"Are you going to lift the illusion yourself, or will my sword let the illusion break on its own?" said Zhu Qizhen, the hand holding the sword adding a little strength.

Seeing that Zhu Qizhen really wanted to stab himself, Zhang Sanfeng quickly waved his hand: "Slowly, I will lift the illusion!"

As Zhang Sanfeng's words fell, everything around seemed to begin to fade, and the items that were originally absent slowly appeared, while the excess items slowly turned into points of light and dissipated in the air.

As the light dissipated, Zhu Qizhen, who originally held the air, already had a long sword in his hand at this moment.

"Brother Zhu? Brother Zhu, can you respond when you hear it?" only to hear Cao Zhengchun, who was not far away, ask.

"I heard, I was accidentally dragged into the fantasy realm by him just now, but now I'm back. Zhu Qizhen stared at Zhang Sanfeng with dead eyes, although he said this to Cao Zhengchun behind him, his gaze did not shift in the slightest.

"You have already lost, did you come out by yourself, or did I force you to come out after killing Zhang Sanfeng?" Zhu Qizhen spoke coldly, and at the same time, the sword blade in his hand began to rotate slightly.

With the slight movement of the sword blade, more blood soon oozed from Zhang Sanfeng's forehead, and the ground in front of him had already gathered a pool of blood.

"Kill him and force me out?" Zhang Sanfeng wanted to laugh, but at the moment, he didn't dare to move his head indiscriminately.

"This person is not related to me, why don't you kill him? "

Hearing Kunlunjing's words, Zhu Qizhen's eyes narrowed slightly: "Do you think I dare?"

"I didn't say, I just know that this person's death has nothing to do with me?" Principal Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his arm, looking like he was going to die at any time.

"In that case, then complete you!" Zhu Qizhen shouted violently, and then, clenching the blade hard, between the electric flint, his right foot suddenly stepped forward.

Then the arm drove the blade forward, and it was a stab!