ChineseHearing Zhang Yang's words, whether it was the scar man or the disciple who broke the door, they were all angry.

In the face of Zhang Yang's repeated provocations, they are really fed up.

In any case, the broken door is also a famous faction in the Northern Regions, but it was openly provoked by a nobody, and it is impossible for anyone to swallow this breath.

In fact, not only the people who broke the door were very angry, but even the people in the Linghan Palace were shocked when they heard Zhang Yang's words.

Everyone's face could not hide the shock, although the strength of the show is not bad, but with their own strength, to challenge the entire sect, this is a bit too exaggerated!

Bei Weiwei also frowned slightly, frowned, and secretly sweated for Zhang Yang in her heart.

At this moment, the disciples with long swords in their hands rushed straight to Zhang Yang as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and their angry eyes were like seeing the enemy who killed their father.

In an instant, the fierce shouts continued, and the sword qi was surging.

The crowd was like a tide, and soon came from all directions, directly drowning Zhang Yang in the sea of people.

Seeing the flamboyant figure disappear from the crowd, the scar man's gloomy face showed a playful evil smile.

In his opinion, the arrogant and arrogant Zhang Yang has no power to fight back in front of his own disciples, and there are many people in his own sect, everyone only needs a sword, and Zhang Yang will be chopped into meat sauce.

This is the end of pretending, you deserve it!

The people of Linghan Palace, seeing the picture in front of them, everyone's faces were not very natural, and the eyes that were full of hope before also became a little dim at this moment, and even a little panicked.

Judging from the current situation, it is indeed not conducive to publicity.

Judging from the current situation, Zhang Yang doesn't seem to be as powerful as he imagined, and it is indeed a bit blind to bet all the treasure on Zhang Yang.

Just when the disciples of the Linghan Palace had no master, they let out a scream in front of them.

This cry is terrible!

The disciples of the Linghan Palace, who were originally like deflated balls, stared at the front intently.

They could see very clearly that one strong man after another, like a kite with a broken string, flew upside down and fell to the ground.

The dozens of disciples who were originally as imposing as a rainbow were defeated like a landslide, like the ground cracking, and in the blink of an eye, they were all knocked to the ground by Zhang Yang.

To be precise, it was not to be knocked to the ground, but to kill everyone.

If you look closely, you will find that none of these broken disciples who fell to the ground screamed miserably, let alone twisted their bodies, and they were all like mud, not moving.

And on their left chest, there is a bloody hole in the purpose, blood keeps gushing out, blood flows like a river, and the huge open space is directly stained red by blood.

This scene came too quickly, just like a breeze coming as scheduled, without any warning.

However, the people of Linghan Palace were completely dumbfounded, smelling the pungent smell of blood, their eyes were wide open, and their mouths were completely closed.

No one expected that Zhang Yang's strength would be so terrifying, and dealing with so many people was like playing.

At this moment, everyone in the Linghan Palace couldn't help but straighten their backs, and their faces also showed proud expressions.

It was the scar man, who never dreamed that this would be the case, although he was shocked in his heart, but looking at the corpses all over the ground, the anger was far greater than the shock.

Now he has only one thought, kill Zhang Yang, sacrifice his disciples, and save face!

The scar man threw the tiger skin on his body to the ground, revealing his strong muscles, and his body was covered with all kinds of scars, some deep and some shallow, some long and some short.

These scars silently tell everyone that Scar Man is a person with rich combat experience.

"Murder pays for life, I will use your life to sacrifice my broken disciple. ”

After the scar man finished saying this, he rushed over like a dragon without waiting for Zhang Yang to react.

With each step he took, the ground trembled slightly, and he left a very visible footprint on the ground.

is completely different from the thunderous scar man, Zhang Yang seems very calm, and he doesn't take him seriously at all.

But Bei Weiwei was worried, although she knew that Zhang Yang was a martial artist in the Mahayana realm, but she knew better that the scar man, that is, the master of the broken door, was also a martial artist in the Mahayana realm.

It is precisely because the cultivation of the scar man is superior to Gao Bei Weiwei that in many things, the Linghan Palace will be so passive.

In Bei Weiwei's impression, the scar man has been stepping into the Mahayana realm for a long time, whether it is the situation of the true qi in the body or the actual combat, the scar man is better than Zhang Yang.

If Zhang Yang fights him, the odds are really small......

When the scar man strode forward, the iron fists of Zheng Zheng slammed together, and with each impact, the domineering fist wind rampage, and there was a great power to shatter the void.

"You're crazy and arrogant enough, but I want to tell you, sometimes, don't take yourself too seriously, you're not even a fart in front of me!"

"Even if you are the palace master, you have to respect me for three points, as for you, let's die!"

The Scar Man's voice grew louder and louder, and by the end, he was almost shouting.

The words fell, and a punch came, this iron fist, like a meteorite falling rapidly, was extremely powerful, and the sharp fist style was eager to directly drown Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was not in a hurry to react, he still stood in place, that kind of calmness, that kind of calmness, in the eyes of the scar man, it was simply a thick provocation.

"Get out of the way!" Bei Weiwei, who knew that the scar man was powerful, couldn't hold her breath anymore and shouted anxiously.

Not only was Bei Weiwei a little out of shape, but even the other disciples of the Spirit Han Palace either twisted their heads to the side or raised their hands to cover their eyes, and no one had the courage to continue looking down.

However, on Zhang Yang's face, there was a shallow smile and a slight shake, as if to tell Bei Weiwei that they should not worry.

Because in Zhang Yang's eyes, although the scar man is very violent and powerful, he is full of loopholes.

Zhang Yang even has hundreds of ways to get the scar man!

Just when the scar man's fist was less than half a meter away from Zhang Yang, his face was full of indifference before, and Zhang Yang, who was hanging erlang, suddenly moved.

He didn't dodge around, but quickly squatted down with his whole body, and in this way dodged Scarman's punch.

The scar man, who used too much force, couldn't immediately withdraw his fist under the action of inertia.

For Zhang Yang, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Zhang Yang, who was squatting, suddenly punched, and a punch hit directly under the armpit of the scar man.

Although Zhang Yang's strength is not as good as that of Scar Man, his punching speed is very fast.

There was no possibility of dodging, and Zhang Yang hit the scar man like this.

The scar man was in pain for a while, frowned, his whole body turned to the side, staggered several steps, and almost fell to the ground.

The scarred man with a deflated face looked even more ugly, grinning his teeth, gritting his teeth and looking at Zhang Yang, gasping for breath, "A big man, dodging like a woman, can't you just fucking order it? Can't you just fight like a man?"

In the face of the scar man's provocation, Zhang Yang did not evade it, on the contrary, he still had a confident smile on his face.

"I'm afraid that if you fight like a man, you will lose even worse!"

"Since you want to play, then I'll play with you to the end!"

When Zhang Yang spoke, he shook his head and twisted his neck, "Let's not fix anything else, just you punch me, I punch you, whoever can't prevent it is unlucky!"

The scar man, who originally thought that Zhang Yang would play some tricks, sneered again and again after hearing this.

In his impression, Zhang Yang was the first to propose to compete with him.

He still doesn't believe that he, who is known for his strength, will lose to such a white face!

"Which of us punches first?" Scar Man asked impatiently.

"You punch first, I'll defend!" Zhang Yang didn't think about it, word by word, and said unswervingly.

After hearing this, Bei Weiwei couldn't help but walk behind Zhang Yang, stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of Zhang Yang's clothes, her face was full of sadness, although her voice was very loud, her tone was very urgent, "Zhang Yang, you must not be rash......"

Zhang Yang shook his head with a light smile, "Sister Weiwei, don't worry, since I dare to do this, then I am 100% sure, even he can't beat him, where can I still have the face to become a member of the Linghan Palace!"

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