The black fog rolled in, and the momentum was monstrous.

The giant skeleton looked clumsy, but in fact, it stepped seven or eight meters in one step, and the person chased the black mist, like a demon god.

"Get out of the way!"

Yang Lele was already frightened and frozen, shouting, but his body couldn't move.

However, Zhang Heng did not move, and a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

"A dignified cultivator actually drove the corpses of the dead, it is really unacceptable. ”

He flicked his fingers, and suddenly a small sword flew out of his palm.

This little sword is about the size of a finger, and it is jet-black and extremely compact.

"Duh!" Zhang Heng reached out with one hand, the small sword suddenly became larger, and in the blink of an eye, it had become an ordinary size, he held the hilt of the sword and swung it forward.

It happened to collide with the bone knife swung by the giant skeleton, and I didn't see how hard he used, and the bone knife cracked, revealing dense gaps like spider webs, and it was directly shattered into powder.

"Magic weapon!"

The young sect master's eyes burst into disbelief.

"How could you possibly have a magic weapon?"

Not to mention a newly promoted martial saint, even many famous cultivators may not have magic weapons.

If his opponent is a core disciple of another sect in Fengqi Prefecture, then it is normal to have a magic weapon that has been rewarded, but Zhang Heng is just a young man who has just become famous in Dongzhou, where did his magic weapon come from?

Could it be that there is a master behind it?

He would never have thought that this magic weapon was actually refined by Zhang Heng himself.

In the days of the retreat in Niu'er Mountain, he used the earth fire to refine more than a dozen magic weapons, this small sword, made of meteorite as the main material, its grade is impressively the middle grade!

His face changed greatly, the magic weapon can be said to be a divine weapon, no matter how the giant skeleton can carry it, it is impossible to carry the magic weapon, so he immediately cast a spell to recall the skeleton.

"It's late. ”

Zhang Heng saw his intentions, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He took a deep breath and swept out with a sword.

Open the sky with a sword!

It's still a sword trick that has been used many times, but before, he was all referred to as a sword, hurting people with sword qi, and now he uses a medium-grade magic sword, how can the power of the sword trick skyrocket tenfold?

I saw the sword light like a waterfall, slashing through the void, sweeping through it with lightning speed, directly penetrating the giant skeleton!

Like a knife cutting tofu, the huge and hard skeleton started from the door of the brain, and was split in half obliquely, and the mutilation was divided into two, and the sword qi did not disperse, and it still burst out, and the protruding stone on the top of the mountain was cut into a flat surface before it slowly dissipated!

But that's it, that sharp sword aura still makes people's scalp tingle.

"This ......"

No one thought that this would be the case, even the old martial saint widened his eyes.

The terrible skeleton that almost killed him was destroyed by a sword lightly?

"How could you possibly have such a terrible artifact!?"

The young sect master was shocked and angry, he couldn't take care of his treasure anymore, and a pair of eyes locked the long sword in Zhang Heng's hand.

Magic weapons are already scarce, and every time a handle appears on the market, it is hard to find!

As the young sect master of the Hehuan Sect, he doesn't have a few magic weapons, a hillbilly from Dongzhou, he actually has a medium-grade magic sword!

This is a medium-grade magic sword, and the grade is a whole level higher than the skull in his hand!

"The new martial saint is so terrifying?"

Lao Wusheng thought of pushing the front waves in the back waves of the Yangtze River, but he would never have thought that his "front waves" could not even compare to one-tenth of the back waves.

"He is too powerful, he killed Bai Jingteng that day, and he didn't use all his strength at all. ”

Cai Yanzhi muttered to herself, her eyes full of brilliance.

"Is this my new Saint Venerable in Dongzhou?"

The people of Martial Saint Mountain were originally arrogant, although they knew that a new Martial Saint had appeared, but they were not very accepting in their hearts.

After all, they have followed the old martial saint for many years, and this kind of xenophobia is subconscious.

However, at this moment, everyone was convinced, such a saint in Dongzhou, and the status of Dongzhou in the future should be able to be mentioned, right?

"Zhang Heng, he didn't lie to me, maybe he can really help me get out of the sea of suffering!"

Yang Lele cheered and saw hope.

And Uncle Wang behind him was already in two trembling forces, and he didn't dare to speak.

Thinking of the cynicism towards Zhang Heng along the way, his back was already full of cold sweat, and he was really lucky to be alive until now......

No matter what others think, Zhang Heng is actually very clear about his current strength.

In terms of cultivation alone, there is actually not much difference between him and the young sect master, and they are both top-level strength in qi training.

It's just that there is a huge gap between the exercises they practice.

The "Heaven Swallowing Gong" practiced by Zhang Heng came from an ancient mysterious inheritance, which had helped him achieve Immortal Venerable at the beginning, and the exercises of the young sect master could only be cultivated to the Jindan realm at most.

There is a huge gap between the two themselves, and in terms of the strength of spiritual power alone, Zhang Heng is at least ten times that of him!

Saying again, relying on experience and insight, the magic sword refined by Zhang Heng is of medium grade, but its power is even comparable to that of the top grade.

In general, how could the young sect master fight him?

But the young sect master didn't think so, he attributed all the reasons why he fell to Zhang Heng's magic weapon.

"You magic sword, I want it!" The young sect master's eyes swelled with a strong look of greed, and his whole body went crazy: "Such a good magic weapon, only I deserve to use it, in your hands, it's really a waste!"

As he spoke, his face changed suddenly, and two fingers suddenly poked out, directly into the eye sockets of the skull magic weapon.

At this moment, a sharp cry sounded in the void, as if there were hundreds of souls dissipating at the same time!

Bang!

The skull artifact shattered directly into powder...... The powder flew and fused with the black mist, and the howling yin wind not only became more frequent, but also became sharper, and when it came into contact with people's skin, it was like a knife, cutting through one after another......

"Yin wind has turned into gang wind?" Zhang Heng muttered.

"I didn't expect you to have a little knowledge!" "The young sect master pinched the seal and shouted, "The wind is coming!"

Cultivators, magic through the mysteries, borrowing the power of heaven and earth.

The wind was howling, like thousands of steel knives, rolling towards Zhang Heng.

"Insect carving skills. Zhang Heng smiled disdainfully.

It's just a self-destructing magic weapon, borrowing the power of the soul in it, and forming a gang wind for a short time.

In the final analysis, this gang wind is not pure, but is transformed by the fusion of yin wind and resentment.

Zhang Heng took a step forward, and his momentum changed suddenly.

Behind him, a shadow suddenly appeared.

This shadow is not to say that it can see the face clearly, and even the outline is not very clear, but it can only be roughly seen that it is a burly man, holding a sword in his hand and wearing a crown on his head, and naturally gives birth to a majestic temperament that makes heaven and earth surrender.

"This is ......" Old Martial Saint's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt extremely familiar.

"Five Emperors Demon God Fist!"

Zhang Heng drank coldly and punched out.

He hadn't seen the fist book of the Five Emperors Demon God Fist, and when he reached his realm, he didn't read it.

On the day Bai Jingteng performed, he already knew what he knew.

After his private pondering, he felt more and more that this boxing method was not simple, there were five different artistic conceptions, but it was in line with the five emperors in Chinese history.

Zhang Heng checked the relevant records in this regard, and in ancient mythology, the five emperors of the human race are the Yellow Emperor, Zhuan, Emperor Yu, Yao, and Shun.

The fusion of the five artistic conceptions is impossible for him now, on the one hand, he doesn't know much about the Five Emperors Demon God Fist, and on the other hand, his realm is still far behind.

So he simply separated these five fist intentions and studied the artistic conception of the "Yellow Emperor" first.

The Yellow Emperor is also known as the record that he was born a god, weak and able to speak, young and sharp, long and sensitive, and wise and wise. At the time of Xuanyuan, the Shennong clan was in decline. The princes invaded each other and tyrannized the people, and the Shennong clan was able to conquer. So Xuanyuan was accustomed to fighting, so that he could not enjoy it, and the princes and guests followed. And Chiyou is the most violent, and he can't cut it. Emperor Yan wanted to invade the princes of Ling, and the princes returned to Xuanyuan. Xuanyuan is to cultivate virtue and revitalize the army, govern the five qi, cultivate the five kinds, soothe the people, measure the Quartet, teach the bear to Pixiu and the tiger, and fight with the Yan Emperor in the field of Hanquan. Three battles, and then get its will.

The Yellow Emperor's fist intent is upright and upright, just to restrain such tricks.

Zhang Heng urged with spiritual power, and the fist intent burst out in an instant, and he saw the phantom behind him, just moved his fingers lightly, and the sky was full of wind, calm and docile in an instant, like a tamed beast.

No matter how the young sect master urges, it is like an evil sect, as if he has broken the magic weapon and cast a powerful spell, and it just disappeared out of thin air.

This scene is weird to the extreme.

"You, you!" The young sect master was shocked: "Why do you also know how to spell?"