"Brother, why do I think your strength is not good?"

A rough and thick voice suddenly rose in the sound of continuous banging and explosion, mixed with unconcealed banter.

Zhang Haomeng was surrounded by golden light, and under his deliberate actions, the speed of his punches became faster and faster, and the strength became a little heavier.

In the air, dazzling fist shadows overlapped and staggered, bursting out a series of flat transparent ripples.

The scar man felt the pressure pressing down on him like a mountain, and he couldn't get out at all, his face distorted and his teeth opened, and red blood gushed out.

Zhang Haomeng smiled, he mustered up all the strength of his body, and his fists slammed out, and the surging fists roared and pierced.

Fist to fist, a popping sound enough to tremble filled the eardrums.

Rumble!

With these two people as the center, cracks appeared on the ground within a radius of five miles, which was shocking.

A tall, burly man slipped backwards, his feet digging deep scratches on the ground until he was close to ten feet.

"Poof!"

A bloody arrow erupted from his mouth, staining the dirt red.

The scarred man's eyes were oozing blood, his two thick arms were hanging at his sides, and the whole person was slightly hunched over the tiger's back.

"How could it be...... There is such a ...... Force......

He reluctantly raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, gasping for air in his mouth and speaking intermittently.

And a few feet away from him, Zhang Hao stood in place without shaking a step, he looked at the other party's embarrassed and surprised appearance, and raised his strong fist with laughter.

"Brother, are you still here?"

These words made the scar man's face change, and the fear in his heart unconsciously swallowed his saliva, and said in a humble manner: "Your Excellency is amazing, why don't you let me go?"

Seeing this man's nerves, he might consider that both sides are one of the few forces to cultivate and sympathize with each other, although this idea is ridiculous, but it is important to save his life at the moment.

After all, who would have thought that this thing would be so good at fighting?!

Hearing this, Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded without thinking about it, "Okay." ”

The scar man, who originally thought that there was little hope, suddenly lit up his gloomy eyes after hearing this, and there was an indescribable ecstasy on his face.

At this moment, Zhang Hao's fierce tiger eyes burst out with a terrifying light, and said with a smile: "If you can take my trick, I will let you go." ”

The scarred man's pupils not far away suddenly contracted, and a bad feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

Zhang Haomeng's right foot stepped forward, and with the sound of collapse sounding in the dust, a figure rushed away like an angry arrow, dragging the golden light that did not disperse.

When he reached a distance of several steps, he unleashed a nine-turn golden body, and the whole person rotated at an extremely fast speed.

One turn, two turns, three turns.

Every time he turned, the golden light flowing all over his body would be a little bigger, and the majesty it exuded would be even more palpitating.

After Zhang Hao clenched his right fist fiercely, he quickly raised it and put it on his chest, and burst out with a loud shout behind the figure in front of him.

The straight fist is like a golden cast, and when it is swung, it still holds a long tail light.

The scar man's eyes widened in horror, and in his field of vision, countless fists entwined with golden light quickly grew larger, and the sound of whining wind filled his ears.

A desire to survive rose in his heart, and he wanted to mobilize all his body's strength to perform a killing move to resist as much as possible, but somehow, as a force cultivator, he felt very small at this moment.

The mana flowing in the body was also like freezing, and it couldn't be mobilized at all.

Fear is like a flood beast, raging violently in the body of this gangster who has been killing people and selling goods all year round.

"No...... Not ......"

He moved his lips and made a small sound of unwillingness.

The punch that Zhang Hao threw out was firmly imprinted on the person's cheek, and at this moment, a thud of hammering a heavy object sounded in the air.

A figure rushed backwards like a straight benchmark, and fell to the ground without a trace of movement after flying for more than ten years.

Sunken cheeks, blood gushing out, blurred face, but a scar can still be seen.

Many of the bandits around were frightened when they saw this scene, and as the younger brothers who had followed them for many years, they naturally knew the horror of the scar man's strength.

I didn't expect to die so desolate today.

The battle on the other side was also fierce.

Zhang Shaotian did not fall into the wind with one enemy and three enemies, and his body was surrounded by dazzling white lightning, which looked extremely dazzling under the dark night sky.

The man with the eyes of a thief is holding a two-zhang long jet-black chain hook in both hands, the front end of the hook is a sickle hook, the chain is thicker than the thumb, and the end of the chain is a sharp cone.

Before this, I don't know how many people were cut off by this jet-black chain, and the sickle hook at the front end was full of blood, exuding a ferocious aura of heart palpitations.

But now, the man holding the jet-black chain hook in his hand has a cold sweat on his back.

His proud attack was almost useless in front of the handsome man, the sharp scythe hook glowing with a ghostly glow, repulsed again and again by the powerful white lightning.

The other two men harnessed the sharp flying swords and rushed towards them with a swish, the sword light that burst out dazzling people's eyes and rippling strong mana fluctuations.

Zhang Shaotian's sleeve robe was full and bulging, and a touch of awe-inspiring killing intent appeared between his handsome eyebrows.

Countless white lightning bolts crisscrossed like a dense net, crisscrossing with a clatter, and the two flying swords were hit so that the sword light was dimmed, and sparks splashed to the ground.

One of them stiffened his head, rose into the air and grabbed it with his right hand, summoned the flying sword back, grabbed the hilt of the sword and shouted, and the whole person swung forward.

A moon-arc sword sword slammed towards Zhang Shaotian's neck with a terrifying roar.

The four-foot-long sword light broke through the layers of white lightning that struck, and it was less than two steps away from the handsome man.

"Interesting. ”

An indifferent word spat out from his thin lips, and the cold meaning raged.

Immediately after, this four-zhang long sword was cut out of thin air by a sharp right palm, accompanied by the sound of tearing and cracking, and the thunder on the palm of the hand was uncertain.

A black hair dances in the wind, and a face like a crown of jade is so beautiful that people can hardly take their eyes off it under the moonlight.

However, on this face, the killing intent that emerged was extremely chilling.

The mana in Zhang Shaotian's body was surging and flowing, and he raised his right palm, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a sneer like a blade.

"Not good!"

Within the vision of the three of them, dense thunder palm prints suddenly appeared in the air, each palm print was haunted by a crackling and bursting electricity.

This scene is really numb, and the sense of oppression that descends deeply envelops the three of them.

Zhang Shaotian's expression was cold, and he pushed forward with his right palm.

At this moment, these thunder palm prints rushed forward with a terrifying whistling sound.

These thunder palm prints were densely packed, dazzling, and swished towards the three of them.

The man holding the chain hook sweated on his forehead, and he waved it desperately, the sickle hook flickered coldly, the ghost light rose sharply, and the fierce wind swept out.

The other two men struggled to cope, and the blade collided with the flying thunder palm print, and they couldn't help but burst into a loud sound, which was also mixed with the crackling sound of electricity.

The three of them were beaten and retreated, but they were all nervous, for fear that they would accidentally be hit.

A figure swished like a white arc of lightning, and flew towards one of them.

"Palm chain thunder. ”

The right palm that braved the blazing thunder slapped violently, and the strong wind howled on the ground.

The man had just offset the oncoming thunder palm print, when he saw this terrifying scene, he immediately stepped forward, holding a sharp sword and stabbing straight away.

Rumble!

When the sword touched his right palm, he was immediately shaken by a series of thunderbolts, and the man's arm kept shaking, and he could feel the electricity rushing into his body.

A tingling sensation suddenly filled the whole person, and all the internal organs were deeply affected.

"Ahhh......h

The man's face was distorted, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and at this moment, a palm suddenly pressed against his chest.

Rumble......

A series of thunderbolts exploded, blowing up the flesh and blood, revealing white bones.

After killing one person, Zhang Shaotian's figure disappeared in place again, turning into a white arc of lightning and attacking the other.

After noticing the death of another companion, the other two were extremely frightened, and after finally extinguishing the thunder palm prints that rushed in their faces, they retreated violently.

At this moment, fists wrapped in countless golden lights burst in, and the air flow was extremely chaotic.

"You know you're scared!" Zhang Haomeng laughed.

The man with the eyes of a thief was terrified, and he slammed the hooks he swung with all his might, striking at the mighty fists.

A thunderbolt arc as thin as a cicada's wings, but it lingered with a palpitating electric current, and it sank into the neck of another person with a sharp roar.

The next moment, a head was raised high, spun in the air a few times, and then fell to the dirt, the expression on its face still retaining the expression of horror.

"Now it seems that there is only one left that can play. Zhang Shaotian chuckled.

It was also at this time that a sudden sense of crisis permeated his heart, making his eyelids tremble for no reason.

"It's ......"

Zhang Shaotian's eyes froze, and he cast his gaze into the passage made of curved and sharp white bones, and a figure rushed out like a ghost.

The face covered with strange tattoos, the agitated black hair, and the cold and terrifying killing intent are like a silver bottle bursting, raging violently.

"Fourth brother, come back!" Zhang Shaotian hurriedly shouted.

Zhang Shaomeng also realized that something was wrong, he could have killed the man holding the chain hook on the spot in one go, but now he could only get rid of it and dodge.

The whistling sickle hook was blocked, and the man with the thief's eyebrows and rat-eyed eyes was overjoyed, but when his eyes touched the rushing figure, his whole body suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

The middle-aged man fell to the ground with a bang, his long black hair flying wildly, and his tattooed face was murderous.

"First ...... Leader ......"

A trembling voice sounded low, and the man with the hook was so frightened that both legs trembled.

The middle-aged man's gaze was like substance, his eyes were faintly scarlet, he glanced at the chaotic scene in front of him at this time, and said indifferently: "What's going on?"

"Gift...... Chieftain...... Someone wants to ...... Eradicate our ......," the man said in horror.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes swelled with cold light.