Zhang Pojun looked at his lieutenants. He knew what they were thinking, but the anger in his heart could not dissipate, and he could not feel at ease. A feeling of anger filled his heart, especially when he thought of Han Xue's appearance.

He bypassed his adjutant and walked straight out the door.

Suddenly there was a pop, Zhang Pojun felt something hit his back, and then a sense of dizziness came. The adjutant was stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhang Pojun, then looked behind him, and saw the attending doctor.

The student held an anesthesia gun in his hand and stood there nervously, looking at a loss.

He wanted to explain something, but the other nurses gave him admiring looks, and the adjutant also cast admiring looks, which made him feel flattered.

"Quickly, help me and send General Zhang back," the adjutant said.

Other nurses rushed forward, and even the attending doctor quickly stepped forward to help.

But when the attending doctor put his hand on Zhang Pojun's thigh, he felt a calloused and cold hand on the back of his hand, and he was stunned.

Then he looked at Zhang Pojun, and saw that Zhang Pojun opened his eyes, which were full of bloodshot eyes. His eyes were like looking at a dead person. The attending doctor was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

He wanted to explain something, but Zhang Pojun had already stood up, ignored them, and walked straight outside. The adjutant looked at Zhang Pojun and then at the attending doctor behind him. The attending doctor also felt that he was wronged.

He took the risk to give Zhang Pojun a shot, and it was a sneak attack. Although he knew in his heart that Zhang Pojun would not do anything to him, it was still very scary.

His dose was very high, and Zhang Pojun would surely fall. Who knew that Zhang Pojun could hold himself up? How much anger and willpower did he need to hold himself up?

The adjutant wanted to hold his forehead, but he still gave the attending doctor a look. Since one was not enough, he would give me two. The attending doctor lowered his head and gritted his teeth. He stood up and took out another injection, but he hadn't filled it yet. Zhang

Po Jun looked back and saw that the attending doctor was so frightened that he threw all the things to the other side.

Zhang Pojun then left the treatment room.

The adjutant rubbed his forehead, not knowing what to say. He could only contact Wu Rui who was rushing back.

After Wu Rui received the news, he was really angry and almost died: "Why are everyone so stubborn? It's really like what kind of master brings out what kind of apprentice."

Each one of them was like a cow. They didn't even take their own lives seriously. They were really pissed off.

Zhang Pojun went directly to the battle area. He knew that his condition was not very good now, and he would not be stupid enough to kill someone. In the battle warehouse, there were some stimulating potions, which were basically used to treat injuries.

It is a medicine that soldiers must go to the battlefield with injuries again due to tight front lines.

When Zhang Pojun came here, many personnel were ready to fight. However, after seeing Zhang Pojun, everyone became a little excited, because Zhang Pojun's appearance meant that Zhang Pojun was fine.

What they are most worried about these days is Zhang Pojun.

If Zhang Pojun dies, then their sword fleet will exist in name only, and he is the soul.

However, when they saw Zhang Pojun's current situation, they became a little confused. But when they saw Zhang Pojun go to get the stimulant potion and stab it into his body, no matter how stupid they were, they all understood what was going on.

"Boss, what are you doing!"

"Yes, boss, it's dangerous outside now. There are many gods fighting!"

"Boss, you are not allowed to go out in your current body!"

One by one, the soldiers tried to dissuade Zhang Pojun. Zhang Pojun took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his body, and said, "Everyone is welcome!"

"exist!"

"Get out of the way!"

"Boss!"

"This is an order!" Zhang Pojun shouted.

Everyone gritted their teeth and did not move.

"Don't you listen to what I say!"

Everyone then gritted their teeth and got out of the way. Zhang Pojun flew out directly, unsheathing the Tiangong Sword in his hand. Everyone in the battle seemed to have been pressed on the pause button, but it was only for a moment.

The reason why they stopped at that moment was that they felt an extremely powerful aura, and they had felt this aura before.

"It seems to be General Zhang!"

On the Twelve Matrix side, news was also received that Zhang Pojun was suspected of going to war. On the Twelve Matrix side, the Owl side was always receiving news, but because the Center of the Universe required attendance at the meeting, they had to go.

Now, it was another critical moment. He gritted his teeth and the other twelve matrices were also waiting for news about the owl.

"The fact that he still dares to go out to fight shows that he has something to rely on, but he must not have fully recovered. It doesn't matter, he will raise troops for a thousand days and use them for a while. Tell them that I will fulfill what I promised them. Let's go."

After the owl finished speaking, the shadow slowly disappeared, and everyone in the other Twelve Matrix also left one after another. It was really a pity. If the meeting had not been held, they still wanted to kill Zhang Pojun.

After all, they had tasted the benefits of killing Xia Longwu before. If Zhang Pojun was killed and he was Xiang Ning's disciple, it would definitely be very helpful to what they were doing.

But now, there may be no chance, but they are roughly aware of Zhang Pojun's injury, and it is impossible to recover in such a short time, so there is no need to kill him, they just need to inflict heavy damage on him again, or let him

If you use more hands, you can wear down his body.

Preventing him from becoming the pinnacle god.

On the other side, the moment after Zhang Pojun's breath exploded, the Endless Sword Domain that had appeared before appeared again, but this time the form was slightly different. There was no yellow sand in the sky, and a cloud of sand appeared above the entire surrounded world.

The handle is a huge sword that looks like silver dragon scales.

But there was a feeling of palpitations in my heart.

Zhang Pojun's appearance on the battlefield surprised many people, but when they saw Zhang Pojun's state, everyone's expressions changed.

After receiving the news, some of the deadpools became excited after discovering Zhang Pojun's state. As long as they could kill this guy, they would be free. That was what they longed for.

But now this guy can clearly see that he is like a person with half a foot in the coffin. They sneered and said: "He is really here to die!"

Zhang Pojun looked at them, the anger in his eyes rising infinitely, not because of what they said, but because of the figure in his mind.

"Pojun, you have to live well."

Zhang Pojun murmured in a low voice: "Recast."

The next moment, the heavenly craftsman in his hand cut through the sky, carrying an unparalleled sword intent and slashing at the god closest to him. The god was not a vegetarian and directly blocked it.

But the next moment, a violent explosion occurred. This is the characteristic of recasting, allowing the weapon to self-destruct to achieve greater destructive power.
Chapter completed!