"Unexpectedly, the leader of this group of bandits turned out to be an evil cultivator. Zhang Luodi's face showed a solemn color, and his right hand held on the barrel of the jujube pen tightened.

These people cast their eyes on the three people who were fighting fiercely in the distance, and their hearts couldn't help but tremble when they looked at the powerful power they set off.

"In this situation, we have to find an opportunity to intervene, otherwise not only will we not be able to help, but we may also put our lives on the line. ”

At this moment, Zhang Fengqing pondered for a long time and muttered.

Hearing this, Zhang Hongyi glanced at him lightly, frowning slightly.

Ever since the mutiny struggle, he has always had a sense of unhappiness with this man in his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that the respected head of the family made it clear that he would not be held accountable, coupled with the changes in the family's life during this period, he would have been able to give up to a large extent.

But Rao is like this, and when they meet each other in private, they all pretend not to know each other, and they don't even have the most basic nodding.

So after hearing this, Zhang Hongyi couldn't help but sneer, "I took my life very seriously, and I was very ruthless when I attacked my clansmen at that time." ”

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the others changed.

Zhang Fengqing pursed his thin lips, looked at the fierce fighting method in the distance, and did not say a word.

He knew that he would be able to let people go of the mustard for a long time, so he simply chose to remain silent and did not have the slightest confrontation.

Zhang Qiuling's beautiful eyes beside him flashed a hint of discoloration, and her moist red lips wanted to say something, but she swallowed back the words when she reached her mouth.

As for Zhang Luodi, the leader of the current lineage of the head of the family, he could clearly feel the hostility in it, and he had always advocated unity and harmony, but he did not make a voice at this time.

Zhang Luodi had to admit that Zhang Fengqing was right, the cultivation strength of his own people was against such an enemy, and forcibly joining the battle would probably only become a burden.

But he couldn't reprimand Zhang Hongyi, after all, he was a member of the mighty lineage, and the children of their lineage made great contributions when the family was in power.

Now in the entire Zhang clan, the three major lineages are undoubtedly the father, as well as Elder Shaotian and Elder Haomeng.

Besides, it is absolutely impossible for Zhang Luodi to say that he has no prejudice against Zhang Fengqing, so when Zhang Hongyi made sarcastic remarks, knowing that it was wrong, he didn't want to stop it.

At this time, in the distance, the rumbling sound continued.

A burly and tall man frantically launched a fierce attack on the middle-aged man, his whole body was extremely golden, and the whole person was like a golden-bodied Arhat, exuding a fierce and powerful power.

A punch slammed down on the head, and was immediately blocked by an outstretched palm covered with blood-red glass.

Bang!

A dull sound rang out.

Another punch blasted out into the ribs, and it was held against the palm of his hand.

Zhang Haomeng punched more than ten punches in a row, but he was blocked by the middle-aged man with a tattoo on his face in front of him, and the most terrifying thing was that this evil cultivation was as stable as a rock.

No matter how powerful the punch and the ferocious fist are, it is difficult to shake it in the slightest.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth fiercely, he soared upward, and then twisted his waist, and a tearing air leg shadow exploded.

The middle-aged man felt a whistling wind blowing in his ears, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a fierce smile, and he quickly raised his arm to block it.

There was a loud bang, but there was no movement at all!

Zhang Haomeng's forehead was covered with sweat, and a golden light burst into his eyes.

The whole person turned sharply and showed the four-grade beginner technique and the nine-turn golden body.

One turn, two turns, three turns.

With each turn, the golden light became more and more prosperous, and the power became a little heavier.

"Try my trick!"

Zhang Hao's tongue bloomed with spring thunder, his whole body was full of golden light, and a powerful momentum suddenly soared, and there was a faint terrifying dragon groan coming out of the whole person, which shook people's hearts.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's face was finally moved, and he could clearly feel that this person's strength had risen significantly.

"What grade of exercise is this, and there is still such a body refining cultivator in this local family force?"

A thought could not help but come to his mind, and a blade-like red light flashed in his eyes, and a terrifying killing intent enveloped his entire body.

"Golden Dragon Kangshi!"

A voice resounded in the sky like a bell.

Zhang Hao clenched his right fist violently and exploded away at the figure in front of him.

One of the huge golden dragons appeared in an instant, accompanied by a fist like a long rainbow, swinging its body covered with golden scales, exuding a mighty majesty, and crashed out with a roar.

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly, his arms were wide open, and a blood-red bull monster condensed, and the surrounding air fluctuations were disordered, setting off a wave of qi.

The blood-red bull monster opened its mouth full of fangs, and its hideously curved horns set off like an incarnation.

Thundered......

The two collided violently with each other, and a shocking explosion sound, and if you looked down from the sky, you could clearly see that the blood-red light was crushing towards the golden light.

Zhang Haomeng only felt a mouthful of blood gushing up in his throat, but after he stabilized himself, he swallowed it back.

The middle-aged man's tattooed face was murderous, and just as he frantically urged his mana to reinforce the blood-red bull monster condensed around him, a dazzling and blazing spear tore through the air and sprinted towards him.

The whistling sound was harsh and sharp, barely a foot away almost instantly.

This spear is made of countless thunderbolts and lightning, and contains powerful mana fluctuations.

A hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

A monk in the foundation building realm can refine the thunder method so much that it can be condensed into a pure thunder and lightning spear, Rao is that he has been an evil cultivator for many years, and he is rarely able to meet it.

The blood-red bull monster's body was nearly three feet high, and its body was full of evil energy, and its large hands reached out and slammed into the spear made of countless thunderbolts and lightning.

Bang!

A through-bang burst abruptly, mixed with the sizzle of thunder and lightning.

The middle-aged man's face sank, he didn't expect this to be so sharp with the power of the thunder and lightning spear.

Not far away, a handsome man with high hair and a crown with a cold expression on his face, I saw that in his hand, countless thunderbolts converged, followed by a spear intertwined with thunder and lightning took shape.

He stepped out with a heavy kick, raised his arms, and made a throwing gesture.

Another bright spear swished, and it plunged straight into the huge and hideous bull's head.

Bang!

The blood-red bull monster raised one arm to block it, and then a cloud of red mist exploded on its thick arm.

Zhang Shaotian desperately condensed a snow-bright spear intertwined with countless thunderbolts and kept throwing them towards the terrifying bull monster.

Whoosh ......

A flash of snow rushed through the air, striking the blood-red bull monster in a series of blows.

The red mist surged, and the light dimmed.

Zhang Hao saw the opportunity and roared out with a fist.

The golden dragon, which was almost about to collapse, roared and rushed away wildly.

One man and one dragon, accompanied by the surging fist strength and terrifying might, set off a strong sense of oppression.

After Zhang Shaotian threw the last snow-white spear again, he soared into the air, and his whole person turned into a swift streamer and rushed towards the middle-aged man from the other side.

Countless thunderbolts erupted from all over the body, reflecting the white jade on the face.

Immediately after, a brontosaurus emerged, its long body twisting and swinging wildly through the air, crashing into it with an irresistible force.

In everyone's sight, the blood-red tall bull monster, the entanglement of the golden dragon and the thunder dragon, these three give people an extremely shocking visual perception in the dark night.

A storm of energy suddenly spread and swept through, surging waves of air crashing around, and the ground within a radius of ten miles was almost brittle.

Except for the remaining four elders who were able to stand firmly, many of the other Zhang family disciples behind them were shaky and staggered.

Each of them had a look of horror on his face.

Except for the leader of the bandits, all the other bandits died, and none survived, but even so, no one dared to be optimistic, and all of them stared at the current situation with nervous expressions.

The middle-aged man noticed the crazy consumption of mana, and he only realized the danger at this moment, and felt the powerful attack of these two people, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

What is the origin of the family where these two people belong?

He was shocked at this time, and he couldn't help but be shocked that these two people had burst out with a strength far superior to that of the other mid-foundation building cultivators.

Although his state has not yet recovered to his peak, he can generally exert eighty percent of his strength, and as a late stage of foundation building, he has cultivated such evil skills, and there are so many foundation building monks who have died in his hands.

But today, he was pressed like this by the two elders sent by the local family, and he would not believe it before he came.

"It's too whimsical to want to kill me. ”

The middle-aged man's black hair danced wildly, his face covered with tattoos was hideously twisted, and he said in a cold voice.