The raging white lightning swarm and the blazing flames were mixed together, the sand and dust were flying, and the yellow smoke filled the sky, and even the air seemed to appear faintly distorted.

Zhang Shaotian's eyes were bloodshot, and he tried his best to mobilize the mana in his body, resisting all the flame knives that came from him, his legs sank a few inches, and the ground cracked like a spider's web.

"Die, die, die!"

Li Xianming roared in his mouth, his face was full of fierceness, and his tone was extremely resentful.

In the space of nearly a few breaths, the dazzling white lightning swarm canceled out the scorching flames, and the terrifying mana fluctuations gradually dissipated.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhang Shaotian's figure turned into a streamer and rushed straight towards the middle-aged man in the navy green robe in front of him, and the blue thunder and lightning crackled all over his body.

From a distance, it looks like a thunder dragon roaring away, rushing away with a fierce wind.

"Not good!"

Li Xianming's face was gloomy, cold sweat oozed from his body, and he took a step back in a panic, but the figure of thunder and lightning was close at hand in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Shaotian's expression was cold, he held a folding fan and pointed fiercely at the door of this person's face, and a ball of white light gathered at the top, which made people tremble when they saw it.

Li Xianming's eyes widened, he raised his true qi, and his body moved and changed wildly, but that bit of awe-inspiring killing intent was always condensed on his face, just like a bone appendage, and he couldn't shake it off.

He began to be scared in his heart, and his body turned to one side, and the white light of the electric ball hit the air.

The corners of Zhang Shaotian's lips hooked slightly, and he unfolded the folding fan with a quick thud, the fan surface was smooth and sharp, and it was as strong as gold and iron under the injection of mana.

With a swipe of the arm, a moon-shaped horizontal slash suddenly appeared in people's field of vision.

As soon as Li Xianming wanted to dodge, he felt a chill on his neck, and there was a tingling sensation of electric paralysis on it.

"Ho Ho ......"

He looked terrified, made a ho-ho sound in his throat, covered the blood on his neck with his hands, and staggered backwards.

Zhang Shaotian did not continue to pursue, but exhaled softly, fine beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks at this time, and the tense nerve was finally relaxed at this time.

Li Xianming stared at the handsome man in front of him, he couldn't believe that as an elder of the Taixu Sect, he was also quite influential in the sect.

Unexpectedly, he would one day die in this mountain, at the hands of this unknown family elder.

Anger, unwillingness, remorse, hatred......

These emotions were like weaving a big net, firmly covering his heart.

Li Xianming covered the blood marks on his neck with both hands, felt the gradual dissipation of consciousness, and the pain of small electric currents rushing in the blood and bone marrow, and his whole person fell into the abyss of despair.

No......

Li Xianming's eyes lost focus, and his body fell to the ground with a thud, the blood gushing from the wound stained his robe.

In the distance, Zhang Zixian got rid of Han Chu's big killing move, and the situation began to gradually turn around.

He held a clear sky ruler engraved with golden waves, and his strong mana spread throughout the magic weapon, and he cast a wind spell with the momentum of churning the clouds.

The cyan wind tightly wrapped around the ruler's body, and Zhang Zixian jumped forward and slapped away fiercely at the figure.

Woowoo......

The cyan wind was like a tornado, and it was like a piece of sharp reamer, rushing straight towards Han Chu.

Han Chu's eyes were gloomy, he didn't expect that the strength of the head of this Zhang family was so strong, and his fighting spirit became more and more courageous like a rising tide, and he couldn't help but retreat in his heart.

Seeing that the killing move had arrived, Han Chu gritted his teeth and had to take it.

The Spirit Que Mirror absorbed the surrounding aura, and then converged on the smooth mirror surface, under the urging of his mana, the big sleeves swayed and swayed, and a huge pillar of light with a diameter of three zhang shot out from the mirror.

The cyan tornado was mixed with terrifying power, colliding with the huge pillar of light, bursting out with dazzling brilliance.

Zhang Zixian pinched the trick with one hand and waved forward violently.

On this already broken and cracked ground, countless waves suddenly appeared, and they were like angry waves, slapping towards Han Chu all over the world.

Han Chu's eyes were cold, he stomped his feet, and a stone pillar rumbled up on the spot, and then continued to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye, isolating the waves below.

The water spell summoned by this is of course not an ordinary soft water force, but a large wave of energy that is enough to destroy stones and gold.

If an ordinary person falls into this trick, the bones on the whole body will be deeply squeezed and turned into a puddle of flesh.

The spell lasted for a short time, and soon dissipated into bits of blue light in the air.

Zhang Zixian rushed forward suddenly, and the whole person turned into a detached arrow and shot at Han Chu on the stone pillar, and the clear sky ruler in his hand suddenly wrapped the blue light.

Han Chu stood on the high stone pier, seeing the figure flying towards him, he pushed with both palms, and the powerful mana lingered around this spiritual mirror, blasting towards Zhang Zixian.

Holding the clear sky ruler that emitted a brilliant blue light, a cloud of green energy spread violently, and then countless vines and green leaves rushed towards the Spirit Que Mirror.

These vine leaves are numerous, and they are also covered with mana from the monks, and after the power of the spirit mirror is constantly diminished, it faintly shows a tendency to entangle.

After doing this, there was not much mana left in Zhang Zixian's body, and he came to Han Chu with his clothes fluttering, and the clear space ruler in his hand slashed away fiercely.

The body of the ruler rippled out of the circle of mana ripples, and a whistling sound that tore through the air sounded.

Han Chu gasped, and his whole body was about to retreat in shock, followed by a sharp pain from his shoulder.

When the Ming Sky Ruler slashed on the middle-aged man's shoulder, there was a splash of blood.

"Ahhh......h

Han Chu endured the severe pain, and he didn't have time to summon the Spirit Que Mirror, but put his fingers together and pointed fiercely at the elegant man in front of him.

The two fingers glowed with a ghostly light and hit Zhang Zixian's forehead directly.

"Humph!"

As soon as his arm was raised, the clear sky ruler was horizontally in front of him, and the ghostly light carried by his fingers bombarded the ruler's body, and a trembling sound sounded.

Han Chu couldn't see it, he turned around and was about to leap away, even the high stone pier under his feet lost its mana support, and in an instant, it turned into a little brown light and annihilated in the air.

"Want to run?"

A voice containing a strong killing intent came out of Zhang Zixian's mouth and landed in the ears of the middle-aged man.

In his lifetime, Han Chu felt how strong the fear of death was, and he was so frightened that his soul was almost torn apart.

With a whoosh, a terrifying roar suddenly rose from the back of his head.

Under Zhang Zixian's control, this Mingkong ruler was magnificent, dragging a long tail light and hitting Han Chu directly on the back of his head.

It's like a rotten melon shattering, and blood blooming in mid-air like a flower.

A headless corpse fell downward, followed by the dull sound of a hard object hitting the ground.

Zhang Zixian recalled the Ming empty ruler, and his body landed on the ground, his robe floating.

The fighting of the surrounding monks had long since stopped, and the twenty children of the family relied on their powerful talismans and tacit actions to strangle all these remaining monks of the Taixu Sect.

At this moment, when they saw the head of the family and the elder in a great way, killing two powerful enemy monks on the spot, they couldn't help but feel excited, and their faces were full of admiration.

Zhang Fengjiu, who was in mid-air, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

Although he is the spirit of the ancestors, if he wants future generations to go further on the path of cultivating immortals, it is best not to help easily at some times.

Moreover, in Zhang Fengjiu's exchange table, there are no exchange items that directly improve the realm of monks, so in this process, they should cultivate their comprehension of spells and their understanding of the Dao.

Otherwise, even if you are the spirit of the ancestors and have the ancestor system against the sky, it will be difficult to bring your descendants to the side of the strong.

Zhang Shaotian gently shook the folding fan and walked slowly, with a smile on his face.

"This elder of the Taixu Sect really has two brushes. Zhang Zixian pondered for a long time and said.

"No matter how powerful this is, it's not dead at the hands of our Zhang family. Zhang Shaotian's tone was calm and calm, and after this fierce battle, his understanding of Lei Fa deepened a little.

Zhang Zixian looked at the Lingque mirror that fell to the ground, his eyes flashed, his hand stretched out, and his five fingers bent slightly.

An invisible suction force came from the palm of his hand, and the carved mirror hummed loudly, then suspended in the air, and flew towards Zhang Zixian's hand.

"It's a good idea. Zhang Zixian smiled, and he took the mirror and looked at it carefully.

"Look at the fluctuations emanating from this magic weapon, it is at the level of the top level of the second grade. Zhang Shaotian also looked at a few points and blurted out.

Zhang Zixian exerted his mana, erased the divine sense mark inside, and then put it away.

"It's really envious, the person I'm fighting against doesn't use magic weapons at all. The corners of Zhang Shaotian's lips hooked up a helpless smile.

"Okay, let's go to other locations, but presumably with the number of foundations in this dispatch, it will not be a problem to take this Wuyan Mountain in one go. ”

Zhang Zixian looked at the sunset in the distance and said softly.

Zhang Shaotian nodded, "Well, in this battle, the entire Anyang County has to fall into a sensation again." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zixian smiled and said, "I just don't know how Su Zhiqing's face will change, I really want to see it." ”

"It must be quite interesting. Zhang Shaotian had a smile in his eyes.

Then, the two of them led the team and rushed to the other side.

At this time, it was on the Lingyuan Mine that was dozens of miles away.

Zhang Shaomeng was fighting hard, he was like a fierce madman, his fists clenched like a drum.

A thin man held a long sword, gritted his teeth and blocked, the long sword was hit strongly, making a crisp sonorous sound, shaking his wrist with some pain.

"Damn. ”

The thin man sensed that he had been crushed from the beginning, and there was no room for counterattack, and he could feel that this burly man seemed to be deliberately delaying the battle.

"This crazy man of the Zhang family, why haven't my reinforcements arrived yet? How long has it been?"

The thin man secretly said anxiously in his heart, he waited until now, and he didn't see anyone attacking outside, which was really unreasonable.

"I'm tired of having fun. ”

Zhang Hao's fierce eyes widened, revealing a strong color of dissatisfaction, he punched one punch after another like a heavy drum, his whole body was full of golden light, and the whole person was like a battle maniac.

The thin man was shocked and his blood was surging, so he was not uncomfortable, and his steps retreated one after another, and the long sword in his hand trembled even more.

"Die!"

He couldn't bear it, and after a loud roar, the mana in his body was like pouring water, and a brilliant sword light swooped down, straight towards Zhang Haomeng's chest.

"Come!"

Seeing this, Zhang Hao screamed excitedly, and on his entire arm, countless golden lights were wrapped around, and his fists bombarded out and hit the sword light.

Rumble!

A loud bang sounded in people's hearts.

The sword light was annihilated, blood flowed from the corner of the thin man's lips, he withdrew his long sword like lightning, gritted his teeth, and under the change of his body style, he slashed out with another sword.

"A silver lining!"

In the air, a piercing shrill whistling sound suddenly sounded, and a faint ripple rippled.

In Zhang Haomeng's field of vision, a thin white line appeared in front of him, and it swept towards his chest with the momentum of the howling wind.

As soon as his legs sank, the whole tall and burly body exuded a fierce momentum, Zhang Shao let out a long roar in his mouth, and his fists were punched forward together.

Thundered......

Clusters of golden light fists slammed into the silver-white thin line, and a terrifying tremor sounded, and a fierce energy fluctuation was shocked.

Zhang Hao rushed towards the thin man with a fierce momentum, and the big palm of Pu Fan grabbed forward.

"Hmm......"

Seeing that the killing move was forcefully shattered, the thin man staggered back, and the right hand holding the long sword was full of green tendons, oozing scarlet blood.

At this moment, a large hand firmly pressed his head, and the strong wind in front of him was strong, stabbing his cheeks cold.

After Zhang Haomeng pressed the top of his head, a powerful knee hit directly greeted the person's face, only to hear a click, which made people tremble and palpitate.

The thin man couldn't even let a wail come out of his mouth, and his consciousness fell into darkness like a extinguished candle.

"It's really unbearable. ”

Zhang Hao grabbed the man's hair violently, as if he was carrying a sandbag, and muttered.

The thin man's face was so collapsed and dripping with blood that he couldn't make out what he looked like before he was born.

Zhang Haomeng's right arm exerted force, and threw the corpse in his hand ten feet away, and then patted the dust on his body, looking indifferent.