Zhu Yilang raised the fishing whip, the colorful light skyrocketed, and the whip was whipped, like a mountain shouting a tsunami, and the huge waves that hid the sky smashed over.

The power of the fishing whip in Zhu Yilang's hand and Zhang Qingyang's hand is very different. It can be seen that Zhu Yilang really took refuge in the goddess of inspiration, so that he could give full play to the power of the fishing whip.

Zhu Yilang smiled fiercely, with a whip in his hand, I have it in the world. With this whip, who else is my opponent!

He was smug, when suddenly an invisible sword intent rushed in, he seemed to see thousands of troops, swords like a forest rushing towards him, and the unstoppable charge instantly crushed his heart. It was as if he was overwhelmed by fear for a moment.

In Jin Zun's eyes, Zhu Yilang, who had the advantage, suddenly froze, his eyes were dull, and his face showed fear.

Then a cold light shone up, and Zhu Yilang's whip arm flew high from his body, along with the green blood flying in the air.

The ten soul bricks were consumed like this, and although Zhang Qingyang's flesh hurt, he still felt happy.

With a long roar, the dragon flicked its tail and unfolded, kicking Zhu Yilang's head with multiple legs in a row.

Fish scales flew wildly, and Zhu Yilang's head seemed to have been hit repeatedly by a big hammer, drowsy, and without the power to resist.

"Die!"

Zhu Yilang's head is no longer fish-shaped, his skin is open, and he is unrecognizable.

Zhang Qingyang rose in mid-air, and a flying dragon was about to be cut down in the sky.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rapid air breaking behind him, and before Zhang Qingyang could react, his left ribs and back were hit. As if he was hit by a galloping carriage, Zhang Qingyang was knocked out in an instant, and knocked down more than a dozen fish one after another before he stood up.

He looked at Jin Zun standing in front of Zhu Yilang in a daze.

Jin Zun also looked at him with a complicated expression: "You go, otherwise you can only die here." When our Lord comes, the dream spirit world turns from virtual to real, and you are really dead. ”

Zhang Qingyang suddenly realized that Jin Zun and Zhu Yilang had a deeper relationship, he regarded Zhu Yilang as his son, and pinned all his feelings for his first love on Zhu Yilang. How could he sit back and watch himself kill Zhu Yilang, not to mention that he had now taken refuge in the Inspiration Goddess.

Zhu Yilang roared like thunder, picked up the broken arm that fell to the ground, closed his eyes and began to make a wish.

Zhang Qingyang looked at Li Congjun, who didn't dare to escape, and Li Congjun, who hadn't woken up yet, didn't know Zhang Qingyang at all, but regarded Zhu Yilang as the same kind.

Zhang Qingyang said: "Master Jin, you made a wrong choice. Baihe City is close at hand, will the consuls of Nanling City sit back and watch the Divine Maiden of Inspiration descend? Look at Wang He and the three of them, they alone will be difficult for you to parry. What's more, there are more powerhouses in Nanling City, not to mention others, even the three deans of our academy, just one of them, they can sweep you. ”

Jin Zun's eyes were condensed, and he looked extremely determined. "Things are man-made, nothing is certain. Just look at whether you do your best, even if you are completely disadvantaged, there is still a chance. ”

Zhang Qingyang shook his head in pain, he really didn't want to be an enemy of Jin Zun. "The direction is wrong, and the more you try, the more outrageous it becomes. ”

Jin Zun said: "You can't convince me, I advise you to leave, otherwise once you do it, I will not show mercy." ”

Zhang Qingyang took a deep breath and said, "In that case, let me take Li Congjun away!"

Zhu Yilang's broken arm was flooded with colorful light, and the broken arm was actually connected back, he waved his arm, but he couldn't see that this arm had ever been broken.

"Die!" Zhu Yilang stood up and slapped his palm on Li Congjun's head.

The heavy mountain force pressed down, and Li Congjun's bones all over his body made a crisp "crackling" sound, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a puddle of flesh.

"That's too much. Zhang Qingyang said slowly with an expressionless face, staring at Zhu Yilang.

Jin Zun sighed, he had time to stop Zhu Yilang, but he didn't do it.

Zhu Yilang said: "It's your turn next." ”

Zhang Qingyang looked at Jin Zun and said, "Master Jin, what do you say?"

Once Jin Zun made a decision, he never repented. "Since we have parted ways, we are strangers, and if you fight back, I will kill you. You'd better go, I taught you the dragon legs, and you're not my opponent. If you strike at me, you will surely die. ”

"Don't make a move, I'm going to kill him with my own hands. Zhu Yilang roared.

The fishing whip slashed his head and face towards Zhang Qingyang.

Zhu Yilang's whipping method is not very good, but the whip is powerful and sinks, and the fishman who was mistakenly hit by the deputy car instantly broke his bones and tendons.

The whip shadow in the sky was like a monstrous wave slapping over.

Zhang Qingyang calmly used the dragon body method to shuttle and stroll in the shadow of the whip, and he couldn't help the fishing whip, but Jin Zun was watching from the side, and Zhang Qingyang didn't dare to bully Zhu Yilang easily.

Gradually, Zhang Qingyang found that the fishing whip was carrying the water mist in the animation sky, and the water mist around him was very heavy and sticky, as if hanging on Zhang Qingyang's body, making him walk heavily. As if trapped in a spider's web, the more Zhang Qingyang struggled, the more mist on his body became, and the more difficult his activities became.

The battle body of the tyrant operates spontaneously, draining the water spiritual power from the viscous water mist and replenishing itself.

Zhang Qingyang felt that as long as he urged the battle body, the mist in the sky would not only not stick to him, but would in turn become his help.

Zhang Qingyang remained silent, waiting for an opportunity.

He tried to rush forward, but suddenly a cold, murderous aura locked him up. Although Jin Zun didn't make a move on the side, he had already locked him and could make a move at any time.

As the water mist shrouded more and more widely, Jin Zun is also gradually retreating. It can be seen that he was also affected to a certain extent in the scope of the fishing whip.

The water mist is getting thicker and heavier. Ordinary water mist will naturally slide down after it gathers into water droplets on the surface of a person. But the water mist from the fishing whip actually condensed into water droplets and hung on Zhang Qingyang's body surface.

Zhang Qingyang was covered in mist, as if he was fighting with hundreds of catties of water droplets.

In this case, Jin Zun also retreated with confidence.

After all, the fishing whip is an artifact, and no matter how talented Zhang Qingyang is, it is difficult to resist the power of the artifact.

"Smack!" Zhang Qingyang's steps were heavy, a little slower, and he was whipped on the shoulder by Zhu Yilang.

The mist mixed with blood exploded, and Zhang Qingyang's shoulder bone faintly seemed to be broken, and there was severe pain.

Zhang Qingyang stumbled, and with a "woo" in his ears, the fishing whip whistled and whipped on his back.

The pain in my back was scorching, and my bones all over my body seemed to fall apart.

Zhang Qingyang took advantage of the situation and took two steps in the direction of Zhu Yilang.

Neither of them cared, after all, Zhang Qingyang was carrying hundreds of catties of water droplets on his back, and his movements were extremely slow.

As soon as Zhang Qingyang urged the battle body of the Baxia, the water mist in the sky was used for his own use, and the water aura in the water droplets on the surface of the body was instantly withdrawn by the battle body of the Baxia. Hundreds of catties of water droplets flowed down his body with a "whoosh".

The originally viscous water mist became a lubricant in front of the battle body of the tyrant at this moment, and Zhang Qingyang used the dragon to travel all over the world, and his speed increased by three percent out of thin air. In a flash, Zhang Qingyang "swam" in front of Zhu Yilang like lightning.

Facing Zhu Yilang's stunned expression, a sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Qingyang's mouth.

"Don't!" Jin Zun was shocked, ignoring the natural suppression of the fish man by the fishing whip, and rushed in with his feet in the mist. The droplets of water under his feet burst in all directions, full of the beauty of power.

But the next moment, an icy sword light amazed half of the space. Then Zhu Yilang's head flew up in mid-air.

Zhang Qingyang turned around, and another chilling sword light slashed towards Jin Zun, who was rushing towards him.

Jin Zun got up his legs while running, and the sword light and leg shadow collided, and the sword light was suddenly kicked and shattered. Immediately, the shadow of the legs in the sky shrouded Zhang Qingyang.