At this time, Huainan County was in chaos everywhere, and the raging flames of war ignited everywhere, and thick gunpowder smoke rose up.

A powerful figure rode a war horse and charged on the battlefield, causing gusts of air.

I saw that he had a high crown of hair on his head, sharp facial features, wearing a cold black power suit, and holding a long halberd with a black dragon in his right hand, carrying this irresistible might.

The halberd blade shone brightly, swirling with purple qi visible to the naked eye.

The whole person charged into battle, but blood was splattered everywhere the halberd blade went, constantly reaping one life after another.

Zhang Haoran, the second son of the current head of the family.

His talent is also one of the best in the clan, and he has also devoted himself to hard training in the past few years, and his strength has also increased greatly with the improvement of magic weapons.

He is only one line away from the late stage of foundation building, and he is undoubtedly the top existence among the second generation of clansmen.

Swish!

The halberd blade containing powerful power flashed and directly cut off the head of an evil cultivator, spraying a large area of blood.

Zhang Haoran rode the black horse with flames under his hooves, his expression was cold and solemn, and he held the halberd in his hand high and kept slashing.

The halberd blade whipped up a tremendous amount of energy, piercing a body full of holes.

He is like a general galloping on the battlefield, slashing the enemy with incredible momentum, almost without any obstacles.

Poof......

In the process of moving forward, Zhang Haoran held a halberd blade and passed an evil cultivator through his shoulder, and then picked it up with a force with his right arm.

The powerful energy exploded in an instant, screwing his vitality to the ground.

Zhang Haoran threw out the corpse stuck in the halberd blade, and continued to hold the reins in one hand to make the black horse rush towards the other side quickly.

It has to be said that the speed of this spirit horse for people to ride is like a ghost, and it disappears in just a blink of an eye, leaving only a whistling wind.

The main thing is that this black horse is an excellent breed, carefully cultivated and fed, as well as rigorously trained by the animal trainers of the clan.

It was as fast as thunder, like a breeze whistling through the mountains.

The momentum is fast, and at the same time, the physical strength is sufficient, and it can maintain a fast sprint for thousands of miles without stopping, and the speed is at the upper level in the foundation building realm.

Unless you are a monk who has built the foundation of the Great Perfection, it is basically difficult to surpass.

Zhang Haoran has a certain strength, and with such a speed bonus, it can be described as a harvesting machine on the battlefield.

Whether it's dodging spell attacks or aiming at the target to attack, you can do as well as you want, and there is no mistake at all.

In front, there were nearly fifty evil cultivator disciples coming from the other side, all of them stained with scarlet blood, and their expressions were distorted and cruel.

Just now, they worked together to kill hundreds of native monks, and their hearts were extremely happy.

Rumble......

A pitch-black war horse suddenly rushed in, and under the heavy trampling of its four hooves, the ground crumbled and shattered like a light biscuit.

On horseback, a black-haired man with a cold look in his eyes flicked his wrist and slashed out a halberd containing trembling power.

The halberd blade spilled out bursts of energy, surging and sweeping.

Puff puff......

In just one meeting, the twenty-odd disciples who rushed to the front could not withstand the attack, and their bodies flew backwards.

Their eyes were rolled, their bodies covered with piercing wounds, and their consciousness was extinguished like flames in the cold wind.

"There is a strong enemy!"

Some of the disciples at the back of the comparison said in alarm.

They hurriedly burst out all their evil energy, gathering a layer of hard and pitch-black shields.

Zhang Haoran's eyes were cold, he held the reins in one hand, and with a clamp between his legs, he signaled the black horse under his crotch to rush forward.

In his right hand, he held up a war halberd of an evil dragon, and slashed it at the moment when it was approaching, rolling up a huge halberd wind like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

Rumble......

The pitch-black shields shattered and collapsed, and everywhere the halberd blades passed, corpses fell to the ground in a dull state.

After slaughtering this group of disciples at a clean speed, Zhang Haoran turned his target elsewhere.

At this time, there were cold killing intents around him, locking on his body in unison.

Zhang Haoran pulled the reins and signaled the black horse to stop sprinting.

The black horse under the crotch received the order and stood in place.

At the four hooves, wisps of black flames swirled out, and two white gases erupted from its nose, and it had a pair of brown and yellow pupils, as sharp as an eagle falcon.

"Okay, you Zhang family monk, you killed just now quite enjoyable. ”

A loud shout sounded, and a middle-aged elder of the Taixu Sect flew to the ground with a spear in his hand.

His body was surrounded by a thick black mist, and his face was hideous and terrifying.

"Damn it, I thought no one could kill you!"

Another sturdy elder sneered, and he strode towards him with a bronze sledgehammer.

"Now that you have fallen into our trap, you will surely die today!"

A fierce word came out, and I saw a yin owl man stepping on a flying sword, and also rushed here out of thin air.

Around him, hundreds of black sword qi continued to spun out, revealing a powerful evil energy all over his body.

These three people are all existences similar to Zhang Haoran in cultivation.

After the evil transformation, their strength has surpassed that of many ordinary late-stage monks.

Zhang Haoran, who was on horseback, tightened the cold and flickering halberd in his hand, and glanced around sharply.

After a while, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "That's it?"

Just two words, with a strong sense of mockery.

"What?!"

When the three elders heard this, their hearts were filled with anger.

Before they came, they didn't know how much blood they had on their hands, and their temperament was already unstable due to the cultivation of evil methods.

Now that he was provoked by this monk of the Zhang family, his face was full of murderous intent.

"It's just a one-on-three, let alone dealing with goods like you. ”

Zhang Haoran straightened his spine, pointed his halberd at the three of them and said coldly.

"Look for death!"

The elder with the spear in his hand let out a loud cry.

As soon as he stepped on his right foot, his figure rushed away, billowing black gas flowing from the blade of the spear, and the evil spirits of hell roared faintly in it.

Seeing this, Zhang Haoran smiled, and immediately changed his grim face, he grabbed the reins with one hand, and the halberd with the other, leaned over and rode the black horse over.

The ground shattered, and countless clouds of dust kicked up.

The moment when the halberd blade wrapped in the immense power collided with the spear surrounded by black gas.

A gray air rippled and spread, setting off bursts of energy currents.

"Hmm......"

The elder's face changed, and a stream of blood welled up in his throat.

This change immediately shocked him inside.

While!

The halberd shook the spear away, and then stabbed at the other side.

On the shaft, it is a big and powerful hand.

"What?!...... Help me!"

The elder sensed a strong sense of danger and hurriedly exclaimed.

Soon, Zhang Haoran's offensive became extremely swift with the addition of the war horse under his crotch, and it was only a blink of an eye that came to his neck.

Burst......

The halberd blade pierces through the throat!

Zhang Haoran's expression was cold, the corners of his mouth hooked up a mocking smile, and the hand holding the halberd turned over.

The halberd blade stirred, bursting with endless energy.

Immediately after, a rotten melon-like head flew away, leaving a headless corpse.

Seeing that in just a few breaths, life and death are decided.

The remaining two elders of the Taixu Sect showed shock in their eyes.

They are cult cultivators, but when they see their companions, they are easily killed.

The shock is very real.

"It's too late to run now."

An icy killing voice with a sense of banter sounded in the ears of the two people.

The elder with a sledgehammer in his hand felt a surging wave of qi slap towards him as soon as he saw it.

Hiss......

The sharp halberd blade left a sharp whistling sound in the air, dragging a long burst of bright light.

"Not good!"

The elder hurriedly held the hammer to block it, and his legs sank like old trees rooted in the ground.

On his body, a thick black qi rose up.

Boom!

The halberd slammed into the sledgehammer, making a low trill.

This force, which borrowed the momentum of the dark horse, suddenly increased Zhang Haoran's attack a lot.

Hearing only a wow, the sturdy man spat out a mouthful of black blood, his face full of horror.

His body also slipped backwards by inertia, and his feet were like ploughing, leaving two rows of ravines half a foot deep.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Haoran wanted to launch an offensive again.

In his ears, a mournful whistling wind sounded.

Whoosh ......

One after another, the black sword qi was wrapped in awe-inspiring sword intent, and it flew towards him in unison.

As far as the eye can see, it looks like a black wave.

Above, a yin owl man with a flying sword on his feet, his eyes were pitch black, and his body was full of a terrifying evil aura.

"Interesting. ”

Zhang Haoran's eyes froze, and he controlled the war horse and rushed forward.

His halberd was infused with mana all over his body, blooming with great power.

This man and horse carry an unstoppable momentum.

Thundered......

The purple huge halberd blade faintly formed, and it slammed into the dense black sword qi all the way.

"Humph!"

Zhang Haoran pointed his halberd at the figure in front of him, and the war horse under his crotch opened his four hooves and galloped rapidly, and his momentum could be called a man and a man.

This black wave was forcefully broken by this person, and many sword qi turned into pieces of void air.

"Try my trick!"

The black hair of the gloom man danced wildly, and his hands were sealed.

Layers of black rings emerged from in front of him, lingering wisps of evil black qi.

Rumble......

A black giant sword about ten zhang wide suddenly shot out, rolling up a powerful bursting wind.

Zhang Haoran looked at the scene in front of him, his face unmoved.

He still firmly held the halberd blade in his hand and aimed it forward, and the war horse under his crotch also sprinted with his head down.

When the two came into contact with each other, it immediately caused a scene of collapse.

The black giant sword shattered in a large area visible to the naked eye, and the fragments were scattered and scattered, and then quickly dissipated.

And this purple light halberd blade is only a little dim.

But with Zhang Haoran's continuous blessing, there is still plenty of momentum.

"Kill!"

An earth-shattering sound came out of his mouth.

The yin owl man's face changed drastically, and he was about to step on the flying sword to open the distance.

However, it was too late.

A man and a horse jumped high from the ground, like a flash of light rushing to the sky, and soon came to the front.

Poof......

The halberd blade sank deep into his chest, and a foul black blood flowed out.

In mid-air, Zhang Haoran looked at the evil cultivator who was pierced through the halberd blade, his eyes were cold.

"Uh-uh......"

The gloomy man's expression was painful, his eyes widened, and he felt his life force pass quickly.

"Die. ”

Zhang Haoran swung the halberd vigorously and directly threw the body away, and the burst of blade qi in it strangled the vitality.

When a man and a horse landed, a blood-drenched corpse also fell to the ground at a distance of more than ten meters, kicking up wisps of dust.

When he noticed that the other party was looking over, the strong man with a sledgehammer in his hand retreated inwardly.

He understood that his strength did not pose a threat to this person at all.

Damn! I knew that I was going to ambush other foundation building monks, but I met such an opponent.

A thought flashed through his mind, and the man with the bronze sledgehammer in his hand quickly turned around and was about to flee on the other side.

Less than twenty meters away, a loud voice sounded.

"Hey, you play with hammers too?"

Hearing this, the man with the sledgehammer tilted his head, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

In his field of vision, a crimson hammer flew towards him.

The hammer body is not only wrapped in majestic and majestic power, but also mixed with the momentum of wild sand.

But in the midst of this, it is as if there is a kind of vast magma rumbling and rolling underground.

"Who!"

He had no choice but to stop, and used all his strength to block it with a sledgehammer.

Rumble!

The crimson hammer with its powerful power also slammed into another hammer.

When the two came into contact, there was a loud bang.

"Poof......

The tall man, who was already injured, immediately turned pale and spurted blood from his mouth under such an impact.

His form slipped backwards, and then barely stood on his feet with a hammer.

"Oh, this is also playing with a hammer, why are you so virtuous?"

A loud voice sounded, with a hint of mockery.

I saw a tall man stepping forward, and a smile appeared on his resolute face.

Zhang Hongyi is also only one step away from the later stage of foundation building.

His Red Meteor Hammer had reached the level of the third-rank intermediate level after experiencing the ascension of the refiner.

"You...... You ......"

The elder of the Taixu Sect turned pale, and even the rising black qi on his body was showing a faint dissipation trend.

Why are the monks of this Zhang family such a strong existence.

The elder of this method, it's not like he hasn't killed it.

It was smooth sailing before, but as soon as I met the elders of the Zhang family, everything changed.

"Okay, okay, take two more breaths, and then you can die. ”

Zhang Hongyi held the Red Meteor Hammer in his hand, and rushed forward with his right foot.

A swift and furious wave of sand and dust swept towards each other with a bang, and the majesty contained in it was like a small mountain.

"No ......"

This evil cultivator with a sledgehammer in his hand was directly smashed to pieces.

The entire body, all the bones in it were shattered like foam, and the blood was squeezed to the point that there was not a drop left.

The skin was loose and littered with pitted marks.

When it hits the ground, you can't see what it used to be.

Zhang Hongyi carried the hammer on his shoulders and surrendered his gaze to a man and a horse not far away.

He smiled and gave it a thumbs up.

Zhang Haoran, who was sitting on horseback, smiled and nodded.

And the black horse under the crotch, it spewed two white gases from its nostrils, and the ponytail behind its buttocks wagged.