The monks rushed out of the surrounding area, but in an instant, they had to sacrifice small shields or protective talismans.

Chen Zimeng's ability to manipulate the flying sword was extremely high, and the sword qi on his body was collected and released, which made the monk beside him tremble.

Gu Binglin took a deep breath, and couldn't stop guessing in her heart, could it be that Chen Zimeng was a sword cultivator?

But in an instant, Gu Binglin was secretly amused, sword cultivation is rare, Chen Zimeng, how is it possible?

Feng Ling found a gap, and when no one found it, she shook her body and turned into a small pale yellow bird, spread her wings, and flew to a branch.

Sticking his head out, he straightened the down feathers in front of his abdomen with his mouth, glanced at Chen Zimeng below, and shook it, "Chirp!"

Chen Zimeng looked up, then smiled, and stood with his hand, at this time, the enemy cultivators around him were trying their best to fight against his flying sword.

Chen Zimeng turned around and left, the rest of the people looked over in confusion, Chen Zimeng raised his hand, and Jian Jiu appeared, but he was thrown out in an instant, crossed an arc in the air, and disappeared in an instant.

"I've never formed your battle formation, no, staying will only affect you, I'll fight the enemy on my own, you be careful yourself. ”

After Chen Zimeng finished speaking, he dodged and left, Han Ying'er wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Han Chao, "Brother Meng doesn't need a battle formation!"

Han Ying'er was stunned, then nodded.

Chen Zimeng began to accelerate along the edge of the mountain road, and before he could breathe, Chen Zimeng had already rushed to the outermost periphery, and as soon as the oncoming monk stretched out his hand, it was several spells, condensed into substance, and smashed towards Chen Zimeng with a whirlwind.

Dodging and dodging, Chen Zimeng's left hand turned, the aura in his body boiled, and when he hit it with one palm, it was a palm print, and then waved his hand, two fingers together and pinched the trick, a ghostly light flashed in Chen Zimeng's palm, and then countless flames lit up around his body.

The temperature around him began to rise sharply, and the snow under his feet was melted into snow water, Chen Zimeng flicked his fingers, and the flames swept away all over the sky, and the enemy in front of him was shot straight away, falling into the distance, motionless, letting the flames swirl around his body.

Flame technique, Chen Zimeng's best skill is the Ling Flame Technique, which is a fire method with acceptable power.

More people rushed forward, and Chen Zimeng kicked on the spot, jumped upward, landed on a pine tree, and squinted to look ahead.

A flash of light flashed, Chen Zimeng withdrew and retreated, and with a "boom", there was only a big black hole in the pine wood where Chen Zimeng was standing with thick smoke.

Chen Zimeng frowned, it was also a fire-based technique, but the power was several points stronger than Ling Yanjue, Chen Zimeng looked into the distance, it was a young man dressed in white, and there was a fiery red flower-like mark on his forehead.

Chen Zimeng landed on another tree, stretched out his hand and pulled a branch next to him, folded it down, "Bang!" The branch broke in response, Chen Zimeng held it in his hand, rubbed his hands, the branch was full of spiritual power, and the branch was instantly refined by Chen Zimeng and became a temporary blade.

With a swing forward, the branch slashed through the air, stabbing straight towards the place where the boy was, and the sound of the wind carried it.

"Boom~" The branch is not simply a small hole, the place where the boy is standing, about a foot around, was completely hit by the branch, and a big pit was blasted.

The snow was lifted away, revealing the dirt beneath the snow.

The boy avoided early, and his body jumped to the side, during which his hands pinched, and a round wheel appeared in front of him, hanging in the air, slowly rotating.

At the same time, Chen Zimeng opened his arms and slammed them in front of him, and one ray of light, like silk threads, accumulated more and more beside Chen Zimeng.

"Red Lian Wheel!" Young Young drank, pushed with both hands, and the wheel mark in front of him instantly became larger, and the speed of rotation became more and more rapid, flying towards Chen Zimeng.

"Mercy light!" Chen Zimeng commanded with a flick of his hand, and the light beside him jumped, crossing the mountains and forests and rushing towards the young man's location.

"Boom~" "Pop~"

A huge popping sound echoed in the mountains and forests, and the two spells collided together, instantly bursting, and several pine trees around them clicked continuously, and then collapsed with a bang.

Chen Zimeng turned around and rushed towards the young man in a small circle along the other side of the mountain, and the distance between the two became closer and closer.

To Chen Zimeng's surprise, the young man did not retreat, but jumped towards him, and the two of them instantly pinched again, their fingers flew over, their spiritual power was drumming, and there was a glow beside them.

"Boom~" Chen Zimeng took out his palm, setting off a large area of snow, and the young man smashed it with a punch, extremely domineering.

The two touched, but then retreated, a touch of purple flashed in Chen Zimeng's eyes, and the spiritual power in his palm turned purple for a while, Chen Zimeng palmed his hands back, and pushed it towards his back, but it was not half of it, and he immediately pushed it forward.

The young man in front of him reacted sensitively, with one hand in front and one hand behind, a light mask instantly protected his body, and took advantage of this time to leave, the young man quickly retreated.

Seeing that the young man was at a disadvantage, some monks rushed forward one after another, and several sword lights slashed towards Chen Zimeng, but Chen Zimeng was not afraid at all, the palm move remained unchanged, and a palm was launched, and the sonic boom sounded, and all the monks who rushed forward were knocked out by a palm.

Chen Zimeng grinned, "What's your name?"

"Ho Xigu, who is Your Excellency?"

"Chen Zimeng!"

The young man nodded and slowly stepped back, trying to widen the distance between him and Chen Zimeng, but Chen Zimeng followed as soon as He Xigu took a step.

"I remember, the five families of the Zhangchu clan don't have the surname Chen!" He Xigu was very strange, he received an order to bring people out to kill the monks of the Zhangchu clan who wanted to go to find help, he was originally full of confidence, according to his news, the combat strength of the younger generation of the Zhangchu clan was definitely inferior to him.

But Chen Zimeng surprised him.

With a wave of his hand, Jian Jiu flew from afar, the sword body was stained with blood, Chen Zimeng held the hilt of the sword and shook it, and a lot of blood beads fell, staining the snow under his feet.

"I'm an offering!" replied Chen Zimeng.

He Xigu smiled and bowed, "Then Your Excellency and the Zhang Chu clan seem to have a lot of origins!"

Chen Zimeng shook his head, "I don't know!"

"How is it possible? Asking for help before the war, without absolute trust, who would let a foreign monk join. ”

Raising Jian Jiu, the tip of the sword was aimed directly at He Xigu, Chen Zimeng's smile became brighter and brighter, "What you said is so good, but I still don't know!"

"You ......" He Xigu frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Chen Zimeng jumped and slashed with a sword.

Technique, Chen Zimeng is slightly better than He Xigu, but he can't kill him in a short time.

If you want to fight quickly, it's better to use a sword!

Many monks beside him rushed forward to block Chen Zimeng's attack, and when He Xigu saw this, he immediately turned around and rushed into the distance.

"Around the clouds, the shadow kill Chinese s instantly!"

Qiang Qiang~

The sound of the sword sounded, it fell in an instant, and there was no sound behind him, He Xigu couldn't help but look back, only to see Chen Zimeng standing with his sword in his hand, and beside him was the slowly falling Heavenly Cicada Clan monk.

"How so?"

He Xigu was full of horror, his pace increased under his feet, and his figure flashed behind a fallen tree, but when he turned around and didn't enter the tree, he heard a "pop!" sound, and the falling wood behind him made a clicking sound.

He Xigu didn't dare to delay, but when he looked up, he saw Chen Zimeng standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Heavenly Cicada True Meaning!" He Xigu drank lightly, waved his hands, and golden brilliance burst out, bringing countless wind sounds, Chen Zimeng narrowed his eyes slightly, but immediately stabbed forward with a sword.

"One thought, banned!"

"Boom!"

There were two loud noises in a row, and waves of air scattered all around, Chen Zimeng waved his hands lightly, and when the waves of air dissipated, he looked at it and saw that He Xigu's figure was already gone.

After pondering for a while, Chen Zimeng withdrew and jumped towards Gu Binglin and the others, there were many monks in the forest, all of them belonged to the Cicada Clan, and there was a Cicada embroidery on the clothes, which was not difficult to recognize.

"One thought, banned!"

Wherever Chen Zimeng passed, the aura was running greatly, Sword Nine trembled, and blood was all over the ground where the blade slashed.

The monks of the Heavenly Cicada Clan who came this time had extremely high combat effectiveness and combat awareness, and after a battle, except for Gu Binglin, Han Ying'er and other high-level combat forces, the rest of them were more or less injured.

Chen Zimeng beckoned, Feng Ling fluttered her wings and flew down, landing on Chen Zimeng's shoulder, "Chirp!"

"Change direction immediately!"

Gu Binglin nodded, and took the lead in walking towards the north, over there, in the depths of the Heavenly Demon Mountain Range.

As it turned out, Chen Zimeng was unlucky.

Chen Zimeng turned his head and looked to the other side, on a mountain ridge, a pale golden light flashed, and a rune sword flew at great speed, Chen Zimeng waved his palm and knocked down the rune sword.

Chi Xingfan raised his broadsword, and the rest of the people were all on guard.

"I'm sorry, I'm late for the Green Snake Clan!"

Peng Ji's figure was the first to appear, looking at the corpses of the Heavenly Cicada Clan monks all over the ground, and said, "The people of the Heavenly Cicada Clan, but they are real dishes!"

Starting from Gu Binglin, Peng Ji swept over one by one, looked carefully, and finally his eyes fell on Chen Zimeng.

"Brother Chen, it's such a coincidence that I met you here!"

Chen Zimeng grinned, "It's quite a coincidence!"

Peng Ji put away the smile on his face, and snorted coldly with a straight face, "The surname Chen, I was beaten by you not long ago, and today the master is here to settle the account with you!"

"It's up to you?" Chen Zimeng's eyes narrowed.

"Of course not, alone, I'm not your opponent. Staring at Chen Zimeng, Peng Ji smiled shyly, and then waved his hand, "Come out!"

Behind Peng Ji, footsteps came, Gu Binglin frowned, Chi Xingfan swallowed his saliva fiercely, Jiang Yi pursed his lips, except for Chen Zimeng and Feng Ling, the rest of them were a little shocked.

Behind Peng Ji, there was a dense area, Chen Zimeng glanced at it, there were no less than three hundred people!

"Hey, the surname is Peng, did your Green Snake Clan send all the monks in the foundation building period?"

"Hehe, it's easy to say, you may not know, the ancestor of the Yuan Infant on the battlefield has made a move, and the Zhuji Monk does not occupy the home field now, in order to stop you, our clan is very happy, the Zhuji Monk, more than 300 people came!"

After Peng Ji finished speaking, he took a step forward and arched his hand, "Otherwise, Brother Chen, you surrender! With your skills, with the friendship between the two of us, come to my Green Snake Clan, eat fragrant and drink spicy, wine, beauty, and more." ”

After a pause, Peng Ji added with a smile: "Otherwise, I can only endure the pain and let Brother Chen's body be separated!"

Han Ying'er scolded angrily, "Don't talk big, it's up to you?"

"Hehe, isn't that okay?"

Chen Zimeng smiled dumbly and shook his head, "Peng Ji, Peng Ji, are you going to eat me?"

"Brother Chen's skills are strong, but the tigers are invincible to the wolves!" replied Peng Ji, speaking confidently.

"I'm afraid of wolves, but are you?"

Peng Ji looked at Chen Zimeng, who was smiling, slowly put away his smile, raised his right hand, and waved forward.

"Kill!"

Beside Peng Ji, countless monks rushed out, and the sword light illuminated the surrounding mountains and forests, Chen Zimeng was stunned, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

"One thought, banned!"

The sound of the fight sounded again, Gu Binglin raised his hand, full of killing intent, "Formation!"

Han Ying'er's figure was slightly suspended in the air, her hands were sealed, and many vines suddenly sprang out of the surrounding mountains and forests.

"But don't forget, my wood cultivation is the force of nature! Between the mountains and forests, no matter how many people there are around you, what impact will it have on me?"

Chen Zimeng turned around and glanced at him, surprised.

"Not bad!"

In an instant, Chen Zimeng had already rushed into the group of Green Snake Clan monks, his sword intent was full of his body, and the sword light suddenly rose, and the faces of the Green Snake Clan monks were terrified.

Where Chen Zimeng walked, blood stained the ground red.

The sword goes, the head falls to the ground!