With the experience of the sandworm, Zhang Qingyang's group attack experience has improved a lot.

Killing hundreds of rats with one blow, even the four rats hidden in them were also divided into countless corpses, Zhang Qingyang only felt a clear heart, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

When he was about to fight, his swordsmanship broke through again!

Previously, his Bafang Wind and Rain Sword Technique could only be regarded as a proficient sword move, unbreakable, and achieved the basic requirements of accurate sword strikes, continuous sword moves, and the wind and rain were impenetrable after the luck was rounded, and the attack was as violent and durable as a storm.

Being able to do this can be regarded as a success in swordsmanship, but it is not enough to bring out the true connotation of this swordsmanship.

With this sword just now, he went to the next level, from a simple offensive and defensive method to the level of the imperial power method.

As the name suggests, the Imperial Momentum Method is to maintain the power of killing, and at the same time, it has the power of using the sword technique as the heart method and the sword move as the basis to operate the general trend within the coverage area.

He used the rat bone sword as a baton, and the sword net stars that swayed out spread out in the area encompassing, and all the forces and movements of objects were under his control, and life and death were only in a thought.

In this way, those rats that were swept into the sword light were first forcibly cut out of the energy field that was connected into one. Then, the power of each individual was in full view in his eyes, and as soon as his mind moved, a sword light naturally rolled over, easily breaking through its protection, hitting its vital point, and killing it on the spot!

It was also the first time that I was successful, and I didn't use enough force to use too much, which caused the rats to be cut into pieces.

The rat bone sword was all-you-can-eat, and it actually burped, and the red light flickered all over its body, and it spewed out a full three meters long, splashing blood-colored sparks, like a greedy poisonous snake spitting out letters.

Zhang Qingyang couldn't bear the joy in his chest, and without waiting for the mice behind him to fill the vacancy, he swung his sword forward and burst out again with a rain of light, the sword twisted like a snake and rushed seven or eight meters, and when he landed, he blasted open a passage with a diameter of three or four meters, and all the mice affected were shattered.

This majesty was too fierce, and as he rushed forward, he made three hard breakthroughs in succession, and then struck from the edge of the cave to the center.

As he approached the altar, he heard a scream from his white coat, and several large rats swelled to the size of wild boars, and "swished" to speed up and rush overhead, from the top of his head and from behind the sides.

Zhang Qingyang raised his eyebrows, and unceremoniously sent out a sword light to stab the brains of those big mice, and the countless mice clustered in front of him rushed to crash into them first, slamming and tearing apart.

But their death was not useless, and the smashed rat corpses were swept up by the air currents before they could hit the ground, converging into several flesh tornadoes.

The big rats that transformed and rushed forward grew their mouths one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the whale swallowed the tornado, and the body swelled into a buffalo again, with more than a foot long Sensen fangs growing out of their mouths, and their hard hairs were like steel needles standing upright, and their claws were popping out like sickles, and they snorted out a turbid mist, and the saliva fell to the ground, and the corroded stones were smoking!

"You can eat this blood too?!"

Zhang Qingyang's brows jumped, and he was very vigilant in his heart.

Those ancient beings who claim to be gods don't know how many evil secret techniques have been taught to their minions, the temple keepers on the other side of the Ten Thousand Rat Cave, the unlucky Liao Hu and Liao Leopard brothers combined with the double-faced rats, and the strange rats in front of them who devoured each other and transformed should not be so easy to deal with.

It was too late, but it was too late, and several transformed rats rushed forward with the wind, opened their mouths and let out a deafening howl, each spewing out a puff of turbid green liquid, which was splashed over with hulala.

Zhang Qingyang swung his sword, swept out an arc-shaped light net in front of him, swept the oncoming dangerous liquid backwards, followed the figure to dodge the poisonous water behind him, pounced on the big mouse, and stabbed his left eye with a sword with full strength.

The big rat came up like a crazy hard top, and he was not afraid of death and let the rat bone sword penetrate deep into his eyes, but he twisted his neck violently and swept it, and the terrible fangs hissed through the air and slashed Zhang Qingyang's waist and abdomen!

With teeth as a weapon, it actually emits a sword-like air-breaking killing effect!

Zhang Qingyang's reaction was as agile as a titan cat, his left hand popped out of his claws early to intercept it, and the fire splashed in the sonorous gold and iron resonance, and the terrible force shook his arm numbly, and the rat tooth was not cut off, but the mouth was full of blood from the violent backlash!

It still didn't flinch, screaming and twisting its neck, trying to jam the ratbone sword and spray its mouth full of poisonous blood.

How could Zhang Qingyang do what he wanted, his mind moved, the rat bone sword shrank and came out, and his body shook to the left side of the big mouse, and from the bottom up, the flying dragon was in the sky, and the powerful scythe that exploded close at hand swept over, cutting it into two pieces.

The big mouse let out a terrible howl, the two bodies twitched violently, and countless long hairs turned into arrows, and with a "bang", they shot out of their bodies, and pounced on Zhang Qingyang in a dense turn.

"It will blow itself up, but it's a pity that it's a little worse than the means of the sandworm!"

Zhang Qingyang had long been prepared for this move, shaking the rat bone sword and swaying a dense rain of light, crushing countless steel needle-like long hairs, and jumping up to the stone pillar on the right, and then, there was a loud noise below, and a burst of poisonous rain erupted, covering the dying rat with half of the pillar, and in a blink of an eye, the corroded potholes, and the poisonous smoke rolled!

"The Rat God has no reverence for life, just like a sandworm!"

Rats are a nuisance, but such a cruel scourge is a bit too much.

The rat god will twist the good life into such a state for his own selfishness, and their minds may have been twisted and perverted, and they have no human taste!

Zhang Qingyang Huo Ran looked at the altar, and from a close distance, he found that the other side of the statue looked like a strange image with two rows of eight eyes and a single horn, which was very similar to a certain sandworm he had seen.

And the white coat was busy on the other side, and at this time he saw that it was a wide table, on which were rows of bottles and cans, experimental utensils, and the man held a test tube and shook it steadily, and there were several streams of liquid and aerosol of different colors in it, which were tumbling rapidly, and it seemed that they were about to merge into one.

It's certainly not about researching anything good for humanity.

Zhang Qingyang was angry in his heart, and unceremoniously struck a flying dragon in the sky, and his strength was like a knife breaking through the air.

The white coat seemed to have expected it, his eyes continued to stare at the test tube, his left hand waved at will, and the eight eyes of the statue face facing this side opened in unison, shooting out a thick beam of light, intercepting and shattering the powerful blade in the air, and then the statue's neck turned, and the beam of light swept towards Zhang Qingyang!

Don't block hard!

Zhang Qingyang sensed a terrifying and dangerous aura, and decisively dodged and jumped off the stone pillar, and without touching his feet, he changed direction several times rapidly, flashing behind the second layer of stone pillars.

I heard a dull roar behind me, and the stone pillar and the hundred and ten rats nearby were all turned into pieces under the beam of light!

The statue was really not an ornament, but I didn't know what kind of attack the other two sides were.

Zhang Qingyang measured the power of the beam, and after making a calculation in his heart, he turned around without hesitation and rushed out, swept away the rats that pounced on him with a few swords, and came to the other side of the stone platform.

The statue below shot another beam of light from its side head, blasting the stone platform to smash continuously.

After Zhang Qingyang dodged a wave of attacks, he calculated the interval of this attack in his heart, and looked at the half-cut stone pillar on the edge, and several flying dragons slashed in the sky in a row, blowing up the pillar and the foundation together.

At this moment, the white coat below laughed sharply: "Haha, it's successful!"