The three sword slaves stood behind Yang Wan'er in embarrassment.

Although the golden-nosed white mouse is very small, its strength is really strong. After merging with Yang Juan'er, Yang Juan'er's body swelled rapidly, and her petite body turned into a little giant, with knotted muscles all over her body, like a python clinging to it. Only the head after the merger still maintains the original appearance of the girl.。 The whole body is covered with thick animal hair, like a fierce beast.

On the other side, when Zhang Qingyang was merging, the rolling power startled him. Such a surging power should have evolved.

Ordinary pet beasts are all "alien beast" level, and they have evolved into "Daze" level, and various attributes will increase dramatically. No wonder Yang Juan'er, who has always been on top, suddenly became nervous and cautious.

Yang Wan'er took the lead in combining and rushed up.

Zhang Qingyang's eyes flickered, and he had been grabbed by the other party's neck and slammed to the ground, and his fist with a big sand bowl fell like a storm.

Every punch from the other party would make Zhang Qingyang's anger increase by one point, and on the bridge of the heart, the small flame returned to its original position. The little beast in the small flame roared angrily.

The continuous powerful blows directly smashed Zhang Qingyang's entire body deep into the ground.

"Since you don't want to surrender, then go to death!" Yang Wan'er exhaled, five sharp nails sprouted from the five fingers of her right hand, and with a smile on her face, she slammed into Zhang Qingyang's chest.

"Bang!"

Before the five fingers fell, Yang Wan'er was shocked, and was blasted up by Zhang Qingyang's punch. Yang Xuan'er's body rippled layer by layer, constantly leaking out the power of her fist. Yang Xuan'er's eyebrows were tightly locked, her eyes were cold, and two huge claw phantoms quickly formed behind her.

The next moment, Zhang Qingyang suddenly rose from the pit like a cannonball and chased after him.

The huge body, which was two circles larger than Yang Xuan'er, was full of oppressive force, like a demon god jumping out of the ground. His long hair was flying, and he was covered with the power of a volcanic eruption.

"Zh!" Yang Wan'er scolded. The "Rat Demon Split Empty Claw" crossed and slashed towards Zhang Qingyang.

Zhang Qingyang, whose eyes were red, just wanted to rush up and tear this demon girl in half, but he didn't want to dodge in the face of two terrible claws, so he blocked his hands in front of his chest, protecting his head, face, and chest.

"Poof!"

The claws crossed and landed on him, and the blood flashed, and the flying hairs fluttered and fell in the air like catkins in the sky.

Zhang Qingyang's body after the merger was unexpectedly strong, and he actually carried the "Rat Demon Cracked Empty Claw", and the scars on his body were not serious enough to be visible to the bone.

Zhang Qingyang took this blow hard and rushed to Yang Xuan'er. His hands were lowered, revealing an angry face.

"The flying dragon is in the sky!" Zhang Qingyang snorted, his right leg was raised, like a battle axe, and there was a low thunder sound in the air.

Yang Wan'er's complexion changed greatly, and her hands changed

There was a "boom" explosion, and Yang Wan'er's hair was scattered, and blood spurted and fell downward.

Zhang Qingyang was like a swooping eagle falcon, rushing straight down, and caught up with Yang Xuan'er in an instant.

The two are like two prehistoric giants all the way down, all the way to a fierce battle. Zhang Qingyang used his arms to perform the dragon flick tail, although it looked extremely awkward, but it was very lethal.

Both were half-human, half-beast, with limbs far sharper than ordinary daggers.

For a while, the air was filled with bloody cold light, and large handfuls of animal hair fell like rain.

Yang Xuan'er lost the relaxed and lofty posture she had always had, her silver teeth were clenched, and her eyes were full of shock.

Contrary to Yang Xuan'er, Zhang Qingyang wielded the surging power in his body at will, and a random blow was worth the full force before.

The two fought from mid-air to the ground.

In the fierce battle, Yang Wan'er was blasted out with a punch.

"Impossible!" Yang Wan'er said sharply, facing Zhang Qingyang who rushed over, circles of yellow light flashed in his body. The whites of Yang Xuan'er's eyes and eyeballs were replaced by earthy yellow light, and her momentum suddenly increased at this moment.

Yang Wan'er seemed to blend into the earth, and with her arms stretched forward, an earthen wall rose in front of Zhang Qingyang.

Zhang Qingyang hit it headlong, and the earthen wall was knocked out of a human-shaped gap. Zhang Qingyang rushed out of the earthen wall unscathed, and he was greeted by another earthen wall.

Zhang Qingyang smashed through six earthen walls in a row and rushed in front of Yang Xuan'er.

Yang Wan'er held a huge stone hammer in her hand and smashed it down.

Zhang Qingyang rushed forward and punched out.

The stone hammer was shattered, and Zhang Qingyang's punch was still bombarded on Yang Xuan'er.

Yang Wan'er was blasted out again, her fist penetrated into her internal organs, and she vomited blood again and again, her face was pale, and her momentum instantly withered.

Zhang Qingyang jumped and was about to cast the flying dragon in the sky again.

The three sword slaves who had been avoiding the battle between the two rushed up the moment Yang Juan'er flew out.

The three of them were loyal to Yang Xuan'er, and they rushed towards Zhang Qingyang desperately at this moment.

Zhang Qingyang was in mid-air, looking back at the three people who rushed up quickly, and his eyes were looking down on the strong.

The three of them were swept away by this terrible gaze, and their hearts suddenly palpitated. After the violent departure, Zhang Qingyang still has the youthfulness of a young man and the soft-heartedness of not understanding the world, this is a strong man with an indifferent expression and a firm heart.

The three of them still rushed up.

The three of them all shouted loudly to strengthen their courage, and a sword-like light slashed towards Zhang Qingyang from dozens of meters away. The fat body of the sword slave almost merged with the sword light, just like a human knife in one, turning into a sword light that could not be cut at all.

Zhang Qingyang squinted and looked over and found the true body of the knife slave fat girl hidden in the sword light.

The sword slave's whole body was filled with murderous aura and the sword light blended, and suddenly a tail passed through the sword light and slammed into the sword slave's body.

The next moment, the sword light shattered, and the knife slave flew out with a miserable howl.

At the same moment, Vajra Nu and Fist Nu pounced from the other two directions.

Both of them pushed their strength to the extreme, and the powerful power was like a bomb that would explode at the first moment they came into contact with Zhang Qingyang.

Suddenly, another tail appeared in mid-air, and this slightly thinner tail suddenly popped out like a cunning python lurking in the grass, wrapping around Vajnum's ankle.

King Kong Nu was stunned for a moment, and then he was picked up by the cat's tail and slammed into the fist slave.

The fist slave vomited blood and flew out, and was hit by the Vajra slave and broke his bones and tendons.

The cat's tail shook again, and the Vajra slave was slammed to the ground.

Zhang Qingyang, who was in mid-air, swept his gaze downward, and immediately found Yang Xuan'er.

Yang Xuan'er, who got a chance to breathe because of the desperate efforts of the three sword slaves, did not choose to escape, but stared at Zhang Qingyang with a fierce face.

The eyes of the two collided in mid-air, each with a suicidal aura.

Yang Xuan'er suddenly opened her mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then a strange note popped out of her air.

Notes full of vastness, antiquity, and sacred aura kept popping out of Yang Xuan'er's mouth, and every time a note popped out, Yang Xuan'er would spit out a mouthful of blood.

After five or six notes popped out, Yang Wan'er's face was already like gold paper and her lips were like wax, as if she was terminally ill.

Zhang Qingyang suddenly raised his head, and his angry eyes also showed a look of doubt.

Overhead, there was a sudden surge of wind and clouds, as if a terrible storm was harboring.