Peng Ji took out a narrow knife and shook it, "Spiritual level top, still don't want to give me something good!"

Looking at Chen Zimeng, who was constantly rushing towards him, and every step he took had to have a monk on his side who was killed by him, Peng Ji shook his head, "This, how to fight?"

"Brother Peng, the knife in your hand is good!" The voice came, Chen Zimeng smiled all over his face, and on his shoulder, a pale yellow bird flew up and landed on a branch of a tree in the sky.

Peng Ji raised the narrow knife, "Brother Chen, do you want to try, can this knife cut off your head?"

Shaking his head, Chen Zimeng walked towards Peng Ji, "It is estimated that it is not enough, why don't Brother Peng think of another way?"

"Haha!" Peng Ji smiled, "Let's try it first!"

As soon as the words fell, Peng Ji disappeared in place, Chen Zimeng hurriedly raised a talisman, and his figure flashed into the forest even more quickly.

"Boom!"

The sound of the sword was endless, and Peng Ji's voice sounded, "I haven't seen you for a few days, Brother Chen has made progress again!"

"It's okay, that's it!" Chen Zimeng's voice was flat, and then he didn't speak, but he just took out his sword very calmly, Peng Ji was extremely sharp compared to before, and every move made Chen Zimeng a little surprised.

Chen Zimeng's face was flat, if he was seen by Ning Qin, he would know that this was when Chen Zimeng was serious.

Chen Zimeng raised his right hand, and a sword pill was thrown into the air, dripping and spinning, boom! The sword pill cracked, and a flying sword instantly surrounded Chen Zimeng's side.

Peng Ji turned around and slashed away, Jian Jiu was split, Chen Zimeng beckoned, Jian Jiu flew back, held it in his hand, Chen Zimeng nodded, "Brother Peng let me, the snack is shocking!"

"It's still not as good as Brother Chen!" Peng Ji took out a small drum as he spoke, just like a children's toy on the market.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Chen Zimeng asked lightly.

"Jade rhino drum, earth-level magic weapon, Brother Chen, have you seen it?" Peng Ji smiled, and then threw the small drum in his hand, and the small drum rose in the wind, and soon turned into a big drum, suspended on Peng Ji's side.

Chen Zimeng bent his fingers, and the flying swords beside him turned into a long river, and they all raised and slashed towards Peng Ji, "Although the magic weapon is good, I have a lot of flying swords, kill you, no matter how good the magic weapon is, it is mine." ”

Peng Ji sank down, and slashed forward with the narrow knife in his hand, but after a split, he put away the narrow knife extremely quickly, stretched out his hand, and slapped the big drum on his side.

"Boom!"

The sound of the drum condensed into a wave, spreading to the surroundings, and Chen Zimeng's flying sword slashed, but it was pushed by the sound wave, starting from the flying sword at the front, and all of them cracked.

Click!

The fragments of the broken flying sword fell all over the snow, and the mountains and forests looked extremely crystalline, but it was quite beautiful.

Chen Zimeng raised his right hand, his spiritual power drummed, and he pushed forward, just as the drum sound wave attacked.

"Bang!"

Chen Zimeng took a step back slightly, and couldn't help but be even more surprised, and raised his eyes to look at the jade rhino drum, his eyes were very hot.

"Ling Yan Jue!"

Chen Zimeng jumped forward and rushed forward, the space around him was full of flames, and a round wheel appeared in front of him, Chen Zimeng reached out and grabbed it, after holding it, he pulled it back, and then with a hard effort, the round wheel smashed towards Peng Ji, setting off a lot of storms.

"Knock!" "Knock!"

Peng Ji slapped the jade rhino drum three times in a row, and a larger sound wave crossed the mountain forest, and in the distance, the countless vines summoned by Han Ying'er were hit by the sound wave and cracked into countless fragments.

Han Ying'er spat out a mouthful of blood, Han Liyi immediately stepped forward to support her, lost the vines, and the surrounding monks instantly rushed to the front.

Countless sword lights attacked, and the team of fourteen people was instantly scattered, and as a last resort, everyone encountered the attack of more than a dozen enemy cultivators.

"Divine punishment, Heavenly Sword!"

Chen Zimeng clasped his hands together, and a giant sword full of light instantly fell from the sky, which was a swordsmanship that Chen Zimeng was very good at, but it was the first time it was used against the enemy at this time.

When the big sword fell, Peng Ji was shocked, and immediately increased his spiritual power, and slapped the jade rhino drum again, but it was not for the sake of attacking, but for the whole effort, he attacked the falling big sword.

But the big sword fell unabated, and it was full of oppressive breath, as a last resort, Peng Ji reached out and grabbed the jade rhino drum, and went up, actually using the jade rhino drum to block the sword.

"Boom!"

The huge wave of qi dissipated, Chen Zimeng jumped to the side, Peng Ji was more embarrassed, but he was not injured, but the big sword fell, and the jade rhino drum collided with it, and the energy generated made him really suffer a loss.

"Not dead yet?" Chen Zimeng said with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, the destroyed seven-seven-eighty-eight sword pills made a "click" sound, and about ten or so flying swords flew out, forming a circle, and stabbed at Peng Ji.

"Boom!"

A huge sonic boom sounded, all the flying swords were cut off, Peng Ji held a narrow knife, stretched out his hand, and the jade rhino drum fell and changed into its original appearance, which was put into Peng Ji's sleeve.

"Baby is a good baby, ground level, but Peng Ji, don't forget that you are the foundation building, the magic weapon of the ground level, how many times can you urge?"

Bullying forward, Chen Zimeng kept walking, "Give it to me! I can make it work perfectly." ”

Peng Ji's face was dark, and the shattered energy had a certain impact on him, causing his brain to be a little dazy for a while, listening to Chen Zimeng's words, Peng Ji replied slowly in a calm voice: "Impossible!"

Chen Zimeng sighed: "If you want a treasure, don't die!"

The sword on his waist trembled slightly, and a touch of snow-white brilliance bounced up, Peng Ji was stunned, and exclaimed: "The surname Chen, are you a sword-casting furnace? Why are there so many flying swords?"

Hehe laughed, Chen Zimeng was a little embarrassed, "This, no money, there are not enough magic weapons, but there can be a lot of flying swords." ”

"Besides, you people are extremely destructive, and you want to destroy my flying sword in a battle, I don't know how many, each of these is a spirit stone, Brother Peng, you make me feel so distressed, look at how many flying swords you have destroyed me!"

Stretching out his hand to point at the flying sword fragment on the ground, Chen Zimeng's face was full of pain, but he immediately laughed again, "Of course, I see that the small drum in Brother Peng's sleeve is quite extraordinary, and I want to taste it, just to soothe the pain of my broken sword!"

"Are you dreaming?" Peng Ji snorted coldly, waved his hand and punched out a few seals, and jumped backwards.

"Green Snake Clan Cultivator, retreat!"

It turned out that Peng Ji's status in the Green Snake Clan was really not high, and it was not very convincing, after shouting, Peng Ji's body disappeared without a trace, but the Green Snake Clan monks who surrounded and killed Gu Binglin in the field only glanced back.

Chen Zimeng was stunned, hateful, "Ran away?"

With a kick under his feet, Chen Zimeng was ready to chase and kill Peng Ji, but immediately more than a dozen people killed, Chen Zimeng was furious, and as soon as he wrapped his hand, the flying sword group in front of him was a big sword, and a sword slashed away, and the momentum was terrifying.

The monk of the Green Snake Clan immediately changed color, retreated backwards, dodged the big sword, and Chen Zimeng turned back again, and he couldn't find Peng Ji for a long time.

"Sun Tzu!" scolded angrily, Chen Zimeng looked back and saw that the situation of Han Ying'er and the others was really bad, and some people had even lost their lives.

Chen Zimeng didn't dare to hesitate, his fingers were together, and the flying swords in front of him were scattered, each full of momentum.

The surrounding Green Snake Clan monks were disturbed by the flying sword and had to retreat, and the Zhang Chu clan monks had a chance to breathe for a while.

"Huh, kill this person first!" Among the monks of the Green Snake Clan, an old man drank lightly, and in an instant, hundreds of people turned around and killed Chen Zimeng.

"Hmph! That's right, concentrate on some good killings!"

Chen Zimeng is not afraid of how many enemies there are, because the premise of having many enemies is that they can get close to themselves, otherwise, how can they have more flying swords?

Chen Zimeng raised his hand, and the two sword pills fell on the palm of his hand, shook slightly, and hung in the air.

Chen Zimeng put his hands together, put them to his mouth and sighed softly, looked at the monk who had been killed, and shook his head, "Why did Peng Ji ask you to retreat, but you didn't listen?"

With a flick of his fingers, the sword pill in front of him flew out, and in an instant, the mountains and forests were full of flying swords, and between the swords and the swords, they were full of blood.

The monks of the Green Snake Clan were not as weak as they imagined, and almost all of them sacrificed extraordinary protective magic weapons, and while protecting their bodies, they were still unabated, and they were about to kill in front of Chen Zimeng.

The monks of the Green Snake Clan are warlike, and they have a lot of means, this is the evaluation of the Green Snake Clan by the rest of the tribes all along, and when I saw it today, Chen Zimeng agreed with it, but then he still regretted it, "Peng Ji, much smarter than you!"

Chen Zimeng turned around and jumped, landed on a tree, and slowly glanced around, and at this time, hundreds of Green Snake Clan monks jumped up together, and the blades in their hands were full of cold light, and they all slashed at each other.

Chen Zimeng sighed, his fingers were raised, and with a lift of his head, at least thousands of flying swords rushed into the air in the mountains and forests in an instant.

Estimating that the height was almost there, Chen Zimeng's fingers pressed down fiercely, countless flying swords fell, and a rain of swords fell in the mountains and forests.

"Retreat!" many monks roared, their faces frightened, but how quickly they passed Chen Zimeng's sword.

Whoa!

"Damn!ah!" an old man roared angrily, raising a shield in his hand, but it was instantly cut off by a flying sword, and along the old man's forehead, a line of blood appeared, and the old man was angry.

"Ah!" The surrounding monks screamed, the flying sword had been kept in the sword cultivation by Chen Zimeng for a long time, and the sharpness had long been different from before.

What's more, Chen Zimeng flew the flying sword upwards I don't know how high, and fell from the sky, and by falling, the flying sword will only be sharper.

The flying sword fell, and the mountains and forests were full of corpses, no less than a hundred large and small.

"Withdraw!" someone roared, the remaining monks of the Green Snake Clan hurriedly fled in another direction, Chen Zimeng let them leave, and did not stop them, looking at the corpses all over the ground, Chen Zimeng couldn't help but sigh, when did he also become a cold-blooded monk who killed people without blinking?

But Chen Zimeng had no choice, if he didn't kill them, they wouldn't show mercy to his subordinates.

When the surroundings were silent, Gu Binglin looked at Chen Zimeng standing on the tree, her eyes flashed, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Jiang Yi felt a little incredulous and looked at Chen Zimeng, but he couldn't speak, just panting.

Chen Zimeng reminded loudly, "Clean up and leave quickly! With such a strong blood qi, I am afraid that it has already attracted demon beasts, so it is better not to stay." ”

Gu Binglin nodded, counted the number of people, fifteen people are now only seven people left, Chen Zimeng walked away, Gu Binglin and a few people immediately chased after him.

"The dead people put away the bodies first, and then buried them after the Hui tribesmen. ”

For monks, death is common, but it can't help but make people sad, and for those close to them, their comrades, anyone can be sad.

Chen Zimeng and his entourage have set off until now, and in a few days, the journey has not been halfway, and eight people have died.

Chen Zimeng glanced at it, Gu Binglin, Jiang Yi, Han Ying'er, Han Liyi, Han Chao, Chi Xingfan, plus himself.

Of the five families of the Zhangchu clan, except for the wood system, there is one person left, and there is no one left in the soil system.

Chen Zimeng was a little surprised, and looked at Han Ying'er curiously.

Han Ying'er was silent, and finally said slowly: "Combat power, the three of us in my wood system are not very strong, but what we have been cultivating is all natural elements. ”

"Different from the other four lines, my wood department is the best at fighting between mountains and forests, and the most fearless is in the mountains, which can be described as a fish in water in the mountains and forests, and it is not difficult to survive!"

Chen Zimeng put his hand in front of him and tucked it into his sleeve.

"I see!"