The battle between Chen Zimeng and the black-clothed young man spread to a wide range, and a battlefield even opened up a wide area.

Han San'er retreated to Han Ying'er's side, and the two worked together to resist the enemy cultivators who were killing around, and at the same time, Han Ying'er looked at the place where Chen Zimeng and the black-clothed young man were fighting, and her beautiful eyes were full of worry.

Chen Zimeng stared intently, and with a flick of his fingers, Sword Nine flew out in the air, cutting an arc in the air, and dozens of sword shadows burst out in an instant, stabbing around the black-clothed young man in a circle.

Raising his hand again, a sword pill in the palm of his hand spun and spun, and in an instant, the place next to Chen Zimeng was full of flying swords, and around the circle, Chen Zimeng put his fingers together and lightly fingered, and the flying sword roared to form a huge sword formation and crushed towards the black-clothed young man.

The black-clothed young man was not alarmed, his right hand flipped over, and a long sword circled in the air, slashing forward, and Jian Jiu roared, but was easily blocked by the young man.

Stepping back again, Chen Zimeng roared with a flying sword full of sky, a flash of light flashed in the young man's eyes, and then a small flag was sacrificed, and the tail of the flag was unfurled, and it changed to the size of dozens of zhang in an instant, like a cloth wall, blocking Chen Zimeng's sword array, and even wrapped in it, almost wrapped Chen Zimeng between the flags.

Chen Zimeng pointed again, turned his hand and counted the talismans, turned into a streamer and rushed towards the young man, the young man had to continue to retreat, and then it seemed that Chen Zimeng had the upper hand, but Chen Zimeng knew that the young man had not yet made a counterattack.

Sure enough, a few steps back, the young man's face showed a slight trace of anger, his hands were wrapped around, swiped in the air, and finally put it in front of him, one after another the seal was beaten out by the young man, and even waves of qi appeared in the air, rolling around, looking terrifying.

Chen Zimeng retreated for a while, and ran around the young man, the flying sword beside him stirred up countless sword shadows, and the monks around him didn't even dare to approach, avoiding the battle arena of the two from afar.

Han Ying'er looked at it from a very long distance, and the surroundings of Chen Zimeng and the young man could almost be regarded as extremely empty.

The young man seemed to be very stunned, curious about Chen Zimeng's appearance, but there was no hesitation, his fingers flew and he launched an attack, Chen Zimeng's eyes were slightly condensed, his hands were folded, and he shouted softly, and the flying swords around him instantly merged into one place, and the cold light on the tip of the sword flickered, and it disappeared in an instant.

There was a loud rumble between the young man and Chen Zimeng, and the momentum was terrifying, and the waves of qi continued to spread outward, and many monks even stopped fighting, looking at the field in disbelief.

The young man frowned slightly, and for a while he was interested, looked at Chen Zimeng and spoke softly.

"When did the Zhang Chu clan have a foundation building monk like you?"

Chen Zimeng stood up straight, looked around and was not in a hurry to answer, but doing so did not make the young man unhappy, on the contrary, the young man looked at Chen Zimeng with more interest in his eyes.

"I'm an outsider!"

Chen Zimeng's answer was of little value, and even as soon as he started teaching the boys, he already knew that Chen Zimeng could not be a clan cultivator of the Zhangchu clan.

It's not because of anything, the method of fighting and the breath on your body, these two things can tell others some information about you, since it is not the Zhangchu clan cultivation, it can only be an external offering.

The young man nodded, stretched out a hand, and put his fingers together, "Before you, during the foundation building period of the Zhang Chu clan, I have never met anyone who can beat me, and no one can live with me for thirty rounds, you are an accident, all I am very interested in." ”

After a pause, the young man turned his hand and held the long sword, his spiritual power was running, and his body was full of coldness.

"Here, let me see how many moves you can pick up on me!"

The young man's words were full of coldness, but Chen Zimeng said softly, "Maybe, I can kill you!"

"Hehe, I'm not ashamed!"

After the young man finished speaking, his figure rushed forward, and in an instant, he was only two or three zhang away from Chen Zimeng.

But Chen Zimeng did not panic, but naturally beckoned, Jian Jiu flew over, attacking the young man, the young man stopped rushing forward, stepped back, the long sword was handed forward, and immediately hovered in the air, instantly turning into countless sword shadows, and Jian Jiu collided together.

A trace of surprise flashed in Chen Zimeng's eyes, and then he made a judgment about the young man, maybe, the young man is a sword cultivator, but Chen Zimeng has not yet seen the young man's natal flying sword, if the young man is really a sword cultivator, it is hiding clumsy.

But Chen Zimeng didn't care, sword cultivation was only, he didn't have a fight, Zhang Qiancheng was a sword cultivator, and it was a relatively high-level sword cultivator, and he was still beaten extremely badly by him.

Chen Zimeng is not looking down on others, but is extremely confident in his own strength, the young man is hiding clumsy, he Chen Zimeng is not also hiding clumsy, and even Chen Zimeng is hiding a lot deeper than the young man's.

The young man's offensive was extremely fierce, Chen Zimeng thought about it for a while, decided not to collide with it, and retreated, and for a while in the eyes of others, the young man had the upper hand.

The young man attacked more and more fiercely, and even quietly used one or two extraordinary magic weapons, a bell, a blood-red flag, and an inkstone.

The bell and the small flag were not much cared about by Chen Zimeng, Chen Zimeng looked at the inkstone and felt extremely strange, in the Southern Wilderness, the magic weapon of the inkstone can almost be said to be rare.

It's not because of anything else, but because there are a lot of wars between ethnic groups, and not many people will like the inkstone magic weapon, because after a real competition, the attack or defense of a magic weapon like the inkstone is really not very good.

However, the inkstone sacrificed by the young man was not much different from the rest of the ordinary magic weapons in appearance, but the aura emanating from it was extremely powerful, and it even attacked Chen Zimeng with countless sword qi on the battlefield.

Chen Zimeng looked behind him, not far away was an extremely deep ravine, and beyond that was an extremely vast mountain range.

In the mountains, Chen Zimeng could faintly see some arrogant and fierce demon beasts crawling aside, waiting to be able to come to the battlefield, and the dead monks were their best rations. E-book house

Chen Zimeng found that one or two demon beasts were staring at him, he smiled, Chen Zimeng put his fingers together and waved lightly, and a flying sword went straight towards the two demon beasts.

Roar~

The two demon beasts were extremely annoyed, and rushed forward with a stretch of their figures, but Chen Zimeng turned his hand, and a shadow talisman was held in his hand, and it was sacrificed in an instant, and Chen Zimeng's figure flashed and fell far behind the young man.

The boy turned around, and at this time, the demon beast rushed over, and the boy immediately sacrificed the flying sword and the magic weapon in front of him, roared away, and fought with the demon beast.

The strength of the demon beast is not weak, but it is a pity that the people encountered are even stronger, and as soon as he waved the flying sword, he cut off the head of the demon beast and threw it into the ravine not far away.

The young man killed the demon beast, turned his head to look, and saw that Chen Zimeng had already run far away, rendezvous with several monks of the Zhangchu clan, and killed the Zhangchu clan.

The young man's face was full of anger, and he was about to catch up with the long sword, but immediately a huge divine thought came, it was the Black Dragon Clan's Jiedan Monk, and the content of the divine thought was only one, "The Black Dragon Clan monk withdraws from the battlefield!"

The young man was unwilling, and looked at the place where Chen Zimeng was, but saw Chen Zimeng raise his hand, and in his hand was a gourd, which should be wine, and smiled and waved it to himself.

The young man fell silent, stood in place and watched Chen Zimeng gradually walk away, and finally disappeared.

Beside him, the monks of the Black Dragon Clan kept gathering, guarding the surroundings and protecting the young man.

The young man was silent for a long time, and finally looked at the monk beside him, and then pulled away and swept towards the Black Dragon Clan, the long sword in his hand stretched out, and fell to his feet, carrying the young man away in an instant.

"Check it up with your clan, find out the information about the person who fought with me just now, check as many as you want, and be sure to put his information in front of your clan as quickly as possible. ”

The boy's words are extremely cold, but his identity can also be obtained from his self-title.

There is only one person in the Black Dragon Clan who can call himself "this clan", the clan Ke Zhenchen, if Chen Zimeng knew the identity of the young man, I am afraid that he would regret not killing Ke Zhenchen.

The clan is the person whose status is second only to the patriarch in a clan, and he is also the candidate for the next patriarch, and the choice of each clan is the strictest thing in a clan.

And the clan of the Black Dragon Clan can be said to have crawled out of the sea of corpses and blood.

Ke Zhenchen's head alone was enough for Chen Zimeng to gain several times, or even hundreds of times more credit than the rest of the monks.

The war stopped suddenly, Chen Zimeng took Han Ying'er and a dozen people back to the clan residence, and did nothing else, Chen Zimeng went straight back to the camp to start resting, and began to cultivate.

Han Ying'er and the others gathered together to discuss their gains, and unlike the rest of the monks, they would snatch their storage bags every time they killed an enemy monk.

This is Chen Zimeng's explanation to them before, asking them to kill a few more people and grab a few more storage bags.

Generally speaking, this kind of practice does not appear among the tribal monks, and only the Shan Ze Ye Cultivator will be worried about the other party's storage bag at the beginning of the battle, but because Gu He Fan is secretly making trouble, Chen Zimeng had no choice but to let Han Ying'er and a few people be the Shan Ze Ye Xiu.

At the end of the battle, the situation of the battle began to be sorted out, and one of the two sides of the battle fell to the monk of the Yuedan, and the fallen person was a young Jiedan of the Green Snake Clan, who was killed by Yi Lian, which also surprised Chen Zimeng with Yi Lian's strength, worthy of the name of the killer.

In the end, the Black Dragon Clan fell by hundreds of foundation building monks, and the Green Snake Clan's foundation building monks had the largest number of deaths, which also made Chen Zimeng sigh at the inadequacy of the Green Snake Clan, because among the four major tribes, the Green Snake Clan had the worst strength, but he had to be involved in the battle of the rest of the tribes.

The Zhangchu clan died about dozens of people, less than a hundred, which surprised Chen Zimeng, and at the same time, the combat effectiveness of the Zhangchu clan has been greatly improved.

As for the casualties of the monks in the Qi Cultivation Realm, it is incomparably huge, and in almost every battle, the Qi Cultivation Realm is equivalent to cannon fodder, Chen Zimeng had to sigh, sure enough, the low realm will never be cared about by the strong.

Then Chen Zimeng asked Han Ying'er to figure out the identity of the black-clothed young man who fought with him, he was extremely interested in the young man, because the young man's combat effectiveness was really very prominent compared to the rest, and finally Han Ying'er brought the information of the young man, but it also surprised Chen Zimeng, Ke Zhenchen, the son of the Black Dragon Clan, has a high identity and strong combat power, no wonder.

Chen Zimeng immediately stopped asking about the rest of the trivial matters, but just asked Han Ying'er to remember to inform him if there was any order.

Chen Zimeng pondered his cultivation carefully, and the battle with Ke Zhenchen made him more entangled in what his various methods were not suitable for exposure.

Many of his magical powers come from the inheritance of the Hajj, and the power is too extraordinary, and it is easy to use, which will definitely attract the attention of many people with a heart.

This is not what Chen Zimeng wants to see, so he must solve the problem of his own attack spells, otherwise on the battlefield, Chen Zimeng will be tied to a certain extent, which is extremely inconvenient.

After thinking about it carefully, Chen Zimeng decided to find some ordinary magic spells to study, and he asked Han Ying'er and the others to open all the storage bags they had snatched and collect all kinds of spells in them.

Han Ying'er watched Chen Zimeng collect this kind of spell, and after a little silence, she told Chen Zimeng that if she lacked magical powers, she could tell her that she could go and find some higher-level inheritance spells of the Zhangchu clan.

Chen Zimeng said with a smile that he didn't need to, so that Han Ying'er didn't have to worry about it, and then he began to choose some things that were okay to cultivate, and after a few days, he let Chen Zimeng learn to be proficient.

After a long time, one battle after another continued, and Chen Zimeng enjoyed it, going to the battlefield for every battle, and then collecting enemy repair storage bags everywhere.

After several wars, Chen Zimeng's reputation gradually spread, and he was strong in combat and greedy.