I saw that the golden ribbon was like a swaying light, and it stabbed straight towards Zhang Haoran's neck without a trace of fireworks.

"Humph!"

Zhang Haoran's arms tensed, and he vigorously slashed out the blazing and brilliant halberd blade, rolling up the scattered wind.

The mace smashed out of the middle-aged man's hand froze slightly, and his steps retreated two or three steps.

Hiss......

The halberd clenched in both hands jerked back, slashing the golden ribbon diagonally, and the two collided together with a tearing sound.

The golden ribbon swirled wildly like a living thing, as if it was about to strangle the target in front of it.

A chilling meaning appeared between Zhang Haoran's eyebrows, and he encouraged the mana of his whole body to pour into the halberd, followed by a hot red flame.

The temperature around him suddenly rose a little, and people couldn't help but sweat on their foreheads.

The blazing fireworks contained the essence of mana, and wrapped this flexible and twisting golden ribbon firmly, threatening to annihilate the thing.

Nie Tianmeng's face was murderous, and after pinching the secret with both hands, the power of her magic weapon suddenly soared.

With a whoosh, it flew out of the enveloped flame ball, like a condensed horse rushing towards the opponent's face.

Zhang Haoran felt the sharp wind blowing in his face, gritted his teeth and took a few steps back, holding the halberd in both hands and stabbing straight away.

Boom!

There was a loud explosion in the air.

On the other side, the figure of the middle-aged man took the opportunity to sweep to the side, clenching the mace in his hand and slamming it.

A thick cloud of sand swept away, cracking the ground along the way.

At this moment, Zhang Haoran felt tremendous pressure, and the cold sweat on his back wet his clothes.

"Feng Qing, why don't you come yet. ”

He said anxiously in his heart.

The delay is extreme, but you still have to hold on first!

His body sank to the ground, his arms swinging the heavy halberd in unison, and the fierce wind swept out.

Countless rays of light suddenly appeared, enveloping the body in an instant.

The golden ribbon and the heavy force of the wild sand bombarded the light mask on both sides.

Knock knock knock......

Countless oscillating fluctuations appeared in the light mask, faintly meaning to break.

Zhang Haoran did his best to maintain the mana shield, and he knew that if he couldn't support it, he would have to finish the game.

"See how long you can last!, don't die!" the middle-aged man laughed wildly.

He frantically turned the mana in his body, blessing the power of the brown sand more and more, and the pressure crushed the ground around him.

"You still want to arrest us?

Nie Qianmeng's beautiful face showed a look of resentment, and he kept pouring mana into the magic weapon with his fingers together.

Zhang Haoran's cheeks were dripping with sweat, and his clenched hands trembled from time to time, he knew that he would not be able to hold on.

At this moment, a silver wyvern roared through the air.

In front of everyone's eyes, the power of the heavy mountain of sand was shattered, and then another swift stirred, bombarding the golden ribbon and knocking it down.

"What!?"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed.

Nie Tianmeng was also frightened by this mutation, and hurriedly recalled his magic weapon, and then the golden ribbon slowly wrapped around his right arm.

In everyone's field of vision, a handsome man in a blue and white robe fell from above.

This person's clothes are fluttering, his forehead hair is flying, and his expression is calm and calm.

After Zhang Haoran felt the pressure gone, he almost knelt down with his knees weak, he took a deep breath and looked at it.

"The wind is clear, your uncle!

When he saw this person appear so elegantly, he couldn't help but scold.

Hearing this, Zhang Fengqing and the clansmen all looked strange.

The uncle who scolded Fengqing, isn't he the ancestor of the Zhang family in terms of seniority......

Zhang Haoran also realized that his words and deeds were wrong, and hurriedly defended in a low voice, "Old Ancestor, a small crime deserves death......

I was really angry and scolded the ancestors of the family.

Zhang Fengqing looked at the two of them, his eyes were extremely cold, and countless snow-white sword intents flowed wantonly throughout his body.

Enemy spies......

He fixed his gaze on the woman in the pink skirt, the long sword in his hand tightened.

The top brand of the Spring Pavilion is Nie Qianmeng, hehe, I really didn't expect it.

"Damn! When I was still watching, these two people didn't know how to get in touch, and then they suddenly appeared, and seeing that the monks I brought were only cultivating the Qi Realm, they dealt with me together. ”

Zhang Haoran spat on the ground fiercely, and slammed the halberd to the ground.

"Hey, there was an oolong just now, I thought Wan Xiangyun from Qunfang Courtyard was a spy. Zhang Fengqing smiled bitterly and said.

"What? Isn't she an ordinary person? A monk?"

Zhang Haoran said with surprise in his eyes.

This mission made him a little messy.

In this small rock county, how can there be all the monks of this level?

"That's right, she is also a monk of the Foundation Realm, and she belongs to the Dali Dynasty. Zhang Fengqing shook his head and said.

He really couldn't understand, how could this good female monk come to this green building to live idle?

As soon as you come, you will be a prostitute, or the most expensive kind!

Nie Qianmeng heard the conversation between the two, and his face flashed with a different color.

She didn't expect that this group of famous prostitutes in Fangyuan was also hiding their cultivation, and they were also at the level of foundation building.

I thought it was just a famous prostitute, so I competed appropriately and disguised my identity more likely.

Unexpectedly, this other party is also a person with cultivation, and he was also suspicious by the monk who came to arrest him.

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he could feel the strength of this man, even comparable to many monks in the late stage of foundation building.

"The strength of this sword cultivator should not be underestimated, and he directly broke our spell just now!"

He spoke.

Nie Qianmeng echoed: "Let's be one level higher than them in terms of cultivation, is it possible to escape?"

"But ......"

The middle-aged man's heart sank.

"Now that I'm here, you two enemy spies don't want to escape. Zhang Fengqing said coldly.

Then he stepped out, sword in hand and charged away like a flash.

The whistling sound continued, and the cold energy swept across the earth, and the floor tiles were all shattered piece by piece.

"It's up to you?!"

The middle-aged man shouted angrily.

He pinched his right hand and slammed his mace heavily to the ground, and a large brown aura appeared and swirled rapidly.

Wisps of quicksand with the meaning of solidification and heaviness appeared in an instant, and there was a faint wolf howl in it.

In everyone's field of vision, a brown and yellow sand wolf condensed, and its back, which was more than five meters tall, was covered with sharp thorns.

The middle-aged man brandished his mace and pointed forward, shouting, "Go!"

More than a dozen sand wolves bowed down to accumulate strength, and then rushed forward with wisps of quicksand, and they were full of ferocity.

Zhang Fengqing watched all this coldly, the mana in his body was running wildly, and with a step on his right foot, a dull loud bang rose.

Immediately after that, a large crumbling pit appeared.

A figure shot away like a rainbow, and the long sword he held was extremely bright, revealing a white mist visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Fengqing quickly came to a sand wolf and slashed out a sword without hesitation.

The sword was as bright as a condensed match, and it hit the hideous wolf face fiercely.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and the sand wolf was slashed with a sword without hindrance!

Zhang Fengqing turned around, the sword in his hand was as fierce as rain, and the tip of the sword was filled with countless awe-inspiring sword intents, and he slammed away.

Everywhere they passed, all the sand wolves that were culled were killed on the spot!

He's like an incomparably sharp spear, sweeping away all obstacles!

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were cold, he held the mace tightly in both hands, and rushed straight away with a roar.

With both arms in unison, a huge wind blew up, which was overwhelmingly rumbling and crushing

Zhang Fengqing's robe moved, his wrist flipped, and the long sword cut inch by inch of air, and he was slashed in the blink of an eye!

The sound of the tip of the sword cutting through the air flow was abruptly poignant, dragging out brilliant fireflies.

While!

A sound that almost punctured the eardrum sounded, and the air rippled.

Ten feet away from the surface of the ground, shattered stones were violently lifted.

Nie Tianmeng waited for an opportunity to move, she was like a beautiful snake, her smart eyes were full of cold murderous intentions.

With a whoosh, the whole person came to his side, and his slender right hand poked forward, and the golden ribbon wrapped around the jade arm shot out with a bang.

The golden ribbon was filled with plenty of mana, and the spearhead went straight to the opponent's head.

Zhang Fengqing felt the pressure on the other side, and even his skin began to ache, his face was not flustered, and the sword in his hand became more and more violent.

Bang bang bang......

The blazing sword body of the whole body was extremely fast, turning into a series of unpredictable afterimages, taking all the attacks at both ends.

Zhang Fengqing single-handedly fought these two enemy spies!