In the early morning, under the strict deployment of King Weining, the monks of various forces rushed to various places to clear the brute beasts, trying their best to curb the trend of continuous encroachment.

Yichenzi led the same door to intercept a wave of incoming beasts halfway, and it happened to be Zhang Zixian and others who were assigned together.

Two hundred or dozens of monks and more than five hundred brute beasts fought fiercely, erupting in countless loud noises and setting off a majestic air current.

Zhang Zixian held a ruler nearly ten inches long in his hand, and when he stepped on the floating shadow, he turned into a ghost, constantly whipping at a brute beast with different appearances.

The clear sky ruler bloomed with dazzling light, exuding unparalleled power.

Whenever the brute beast came into contact with it, a blood mist burst out of the parts that were hit, and with the roar of the beast that was unwilling to suffer, it became a cold corpse.

He agitated his mana and shot out an overwhelming sky of light in the tide of beasts, bursting out of a brilliant pillar of light, like entering a no-man's land.

Zhang Hao's fierce fist was like a long rainbow, and he was covered in golden light, and he rampaged all the way with terrifying power, and the countless fists of light were dense like rain, shaking out bursts of air ripples.

Several Second Realm brute beasts surrounded him, and then rushed away with their strong Yuan Force.

Feeling the pressure from all directions, Zhang Hao's fierce and resolute face surged with a strong fighting intent, and he let out a long roar and swung his heavy fists in unison.

A high-pitched dragon groan sounded!

The wind was fierce, and a long dragon covered with golden scales carried a mighty power, coupled with a terrifying fist, directly beating the several brute beasts that rushed to their deaths.

"Humph!"

Zhang Hao raised his foot violently and stepped towards a brute beast that was still struggling to get up.

Boom!

The hideous skull was sunken and flowed with fishy green blood.

On the other side, countless thunder light palm prints bombarded the surging beast tide, and a series of dense explosions sounded.

Zhang Shaotian's black hair was flying, and his body was filled with countless thunderbolts, and the whole person seemed to be like a thunder god descending into the world, manipulating the power of thunder and lightning like a bamboo.

The other members of the Zhang clan also fought bravely, cooperating closely and orderly, attacking and defending in a seamless manner, like a sharp blade, scattering and cutting greasy pieces of meat repeatedly.

The elders and disciples of the Spirit Sword Pavilion were also imposing, and with the long sword in their hands, they unleashed colorful sword rays, and countless criss-crossing light marks slaughtered all the surrounding brute beasts.

Yichenzi stepped on the flying sword with his feet behind his back, and he was very simple in a cloth shirt, but he revealed an indescribable temperament.

The eyes were as narrow as autumn leaf knives, coldly scanning the ugly brute beasts below, he was as tall as a sword, and his body flowed with snow-white sword intent like mountains and rivers.

Several brute beasts leaped high and struck at him with their teeth and claws.

Yichenzi's face was indifferent, and the awe-inspiring sword intent all over his body was like a group of fish with a spike intent rushing away, and the snow was as white as a harsh winter.

Puff puff......

The wandering dense sword intent can break the golden cracking stone, and even explode a magic weapon of low grade.

Therefore, under the traction of Yichenzi's mind, the sword intent that was like flowing water suddenly turned into a sharp weapon to kill and attack the enemy, killing one brute beast after another in mid-air.

A rain of blood fell obliquely, accompanied by mutilated corpses.

A brute covered in red armor had been dormant for a long time, its eyes were like yellow gems, its forehead was long with two tentacles, and its back was arched with black spikes.

The limbs were thick and powerful, larger than the elephant's legs, and he dragged a heavy tail.

I saw that its gaze stayed on the body of Yichenzi who flew in mid-air and rushed to kill, and a cloud of condensed yuan power filled all parts of its body.

A breath of the high-level peak of the Second Realm suddenly burst out!

Boom!

On the ground, there was a cracking sound, setting off a surging wave of air.

A huge beast shadow rushed straight into the sky, and a giant tail was particularly conspicuous under the twisting and wiping.

Roar......

Yichenzi felt a heavy pressure coming towards him, his face was covered with murderous intent, and the mana in his body turned rapidly.

He put his fingers together, just a little empty.

A bright sword light enveloped countless snow-white sword intents, slashing through the air currents on both sides, and bombarded this red-armored brute beast fiercely.

Bang!

A roaring explosion was extremely piercing, and it shook out majestic energy fluctuations.

The red-armored brute was about to fall from the ground after a heavy blow, and at that moment, it reversed course and threw out a powerful tail to kill the human monk like a fly.

Yichenzi's face was cold, he stepped on the flying sword to control his body, his right hand was shining, and a long sword as transparent as glass appeared in front of him.

Looking at the fluctuation of its mana, it is a three-grade mid-level magic weapon!

A cold light erupted in his eyes, and he slashed away with the glass sword in his hand, and a brilliant white arc appeared.

A cloud of green blood sprayed suddenly, and this giant tail was directly cut off by a sword!

The red-armored brute let out a miserable roar from its mouth, and suddenly panicked in its heart.

"Die, brute!"

Yichenzi, who was dressed in cloth, held the glass sword in his hand and said coldly.

He quickly ran his sword technique, and his feet on the flying sword turned into a swift streamer, and the whole person was scattered and flying around the red-armored brute beast.

Brilliant white arcs appear out of thin air, dazzling.

After the dust stagnated, countless corpses that had been cut into extraordinarily neat pieces of the same size fell like scattered flowers of the Heavenly Maiden.

A brute beast of the Great Perfection of the Two Realms has fallen!

Such a scene made many people of the Zhang clan notice it, and their hearts all felt violently shaken.

Zhang Fengqing, who was dressed in blue and white clothes, when his eyes came into contact with this scene, the shock he brought to his heart can be imagined.

He is also a sword cultivator, but his strength is simply heaven and earth, like a huge gap that cannot be crossed.

"When am I ...... It can also have such a realm......" Zhang Fengqing muttered.

He could see that whether it was from the comprehension of sword intent, in addition to reaching the peak of the level of foundation building, there was also the method of sword movement, which was also the peak.

The Spirit Sword Pavilion is really the blessed land of sword cultivation in Qingyun Prefecture.

Zhang Zixian also noticed this phenomenon, and his heart was inevitably a little shaken.

Through yesterday's conversation, he learned about Yichenzi's status in the Spirit Sword Pavilion, and it is not an exaggeration to call him the first person under the pavilion master.

In the future, it is the person who wants to impact Jindan to inherit the position of the pavilion master.

So it's normal to have this strength.

Subsequently, under the interception and killing of Zhang Zixian and others and Yichenzi, a wave of rushing beasts was slaughtered.

The monks began to cross their knees on the ground, each swallowing the elixir to recover their mana, so that they would be in good enough condition to fight next time.

Zhang Zixian stepped away and said with a smile: "Your Excellency's strength is really powerful, it is worthy of being the person who will inherit the position of the pavilion master in the future, and my Zhang family has to rely on it." ”

When Yichenzi heard this, he also smiled, "The head of the Zhang family is really a mistake." ”

"Former ...... Senior ......"

A clear voice suddenly sounded on the other side.

Zhang Zixian and Yichenzi looked at each other, only to see Zhang Fengqing coming to the front and calling softly.

"Meet the head of the house. Zhang Fengqing bowed his hand to the elegant man and said respectfully.

A trace of doubt flashed in Yichenzi's eyes, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Fengqing said calmly: "I am also a sword cultivator in the next place, and I have witnessed the brilliance of my predecessors before, and my heart is deeply moved, just like this is asking for advice......"

Having said this, he hurriedly hugged his fists and said: "If the seniors are unwilling, Fengqing will naturally retreat and stop bothering." ”

Seeing this, Yichen was suddenly stunned.

"This is one of the foundation building elders of my clan, and he is also a monk who is obsessed with swordsmanship. ”

Zhang Zixian explained with a smile.

Yichenzi nodded, coughed lightly and said, "Meeting is fate, let's give some pointers." ”

To be honest, he usually helps his disciples solve their doubts, but now he helps an outsider, and he is more or less unhappy in his heart.

But because of Zhang Zixian's affection, he had to take advantage of the situation and give some guidance.

Seeing that this sword cultivator senior actually agreed, Zhang Fengqing's excitement in his heart can be imagined, and he immediately bowed his hand and said solemnly: "Thank you seniors for your guidance!"

"Let's go. A faint wry smile appeared on the corner of Yichenzi's mouth and said.

Immediately after, the two found a place.

Zhang Zixian looked at their backs, his eyes flickering.

"Second brother. Behind him, Zhang Shaotian stepped over, shaking a folding fan in his hand.

"What's the matter?" said Zhang Zixian.

"I see that this Feng Qing is obsessed with the way of the sword, and he may be thrown into the door of the Spirit Sword Pavilion. Zhang Shaotian's eyes flickered and he groaned.

Hearing this, a flash of light flashed in Zhang Zixian's eyes.

"After all, we are a family force, most of the members of this Xiuzhen sect are from ****, if Feng Qing insists on joining one day, let him go." ”

Zhang Zixian thought for a while and said.

He knew that if he wanted to talk about the blessed land of Qingyun Prefecture's sword cultivation now, it was naturally the Spirit Sword Pavilion, one of the three top forces.

If there really is a day when Feng Qing chooses to leave to pursue kendo, then let him go.

Over the past year, he has seen this child's performance and made a lot of contributions to the family, much better than his father.