The Dapeng Bird suddenly turned, and the disc magic weapon that pounced on it missed with a blow, but Bai Jingjing and Song Wanying on the Dapeng Bird also sweated. However, the circular magic weapon was very flexible, and after it flew through the air, it did not move far because of inertia, but directly changed the angle of the aperture and chased after it, like a living creature with eyes.

Dapeng Bird also had some difficulty because of this nervous pursuit, after all, the other party was a master of the eighth-layer peak.

"Death."

The voice of the elder brother came from the rainbow behind. Then the radiant and loud disc struck the Roc Bird fiercely.

Because the Dapeng Bird just shifted to the left and dodged for a while, he was flying to the right, but he didn't know that the left blow of the disc just now was just a false move, and his real purpose was to calculate that the Dapeng Bird would deviate to the right, so he directly pressed all the offensive power on the right strike. In this way, the Roc bird just flew towards the edge of the knife. It belongs to the action of sending people to death.

But now it's too late to get out of the way. Bai Jingjing and Song Wanying suddenly closed their eyes hand in hand, waiting for death to come.

I only heard the sound of the "bell", and then the Dapeng bird whined. It was all silent, and the roar of the disc was gone.

No, how can you still hear the whirring wind? Aren't we dead? It's just that this death doesn't feel anything, and there is not even anything hitting the body, and there is no pain, this way of dying is too easy.

Bai Jingjing and Song Wanying suddenly opened their eyes, but now the two of them were still in the sky, and the Dapeng bird under them was still flying, but it was beginning to rotate and bend, as if it was about to fly back. When the two of them felt strange, they suddenly looked back. Only then did a thin teenager stand behind them, looking at them with a smile on his face.

And the terrifying disc magic weapon was in his hand, obviously at the critical time just now, he rushed to collect it.

"Zhang Lang."

"Xianggong,"

The two girls shouted together, with some dreamy surprise on their faces.

Zhang Yang looked at the jade hands that the two of them were clasping together, and couldn't help but smile with relief: "You two are my favorite people, and I am very happy to see you face each other hand in hand." ”

The second girl blushed in an instant.

"Who received the old man's magic weapon? Little baby, are you the little kid surnamed Zhang?" An angry voice came from the chasing rainbow.

"Haha, it's your Grandpa Zhang who is here. This time, I will not only collect your magic weapon, but also your dog's life. ”

Zhang Yang laughed. "Two good wives, you rush back to support the battle in the territory, and I will solve this problem as soon as I am a husband, and I will come back."

Now that Zhang Yang is back, Bai Jingjing and Song Wanying are very settled, and when they heard Zhang Yang's arrangement, the two daughters both nodded yes. Bai Jingjing also reminded: "Zhang Lang be careful, this person is already the peak of the eighth layer. ”

"Hehe, the eighth-story peak? It's not in the eyes of the husband yet. ”

Zhang Yang said contemptuously. Bai Jingjing realized that Zhang Yang's breath had reached a terrifying point.

Zhang Yang jumped off the Dapeng bird, and with a burst of fire, with a burst of fire tails, like a meteorite towards the chasing rainbow. The frightened rainbow was startled, and hurriedly stopped his forward escape, and a halo danced in his hand, towards the fiery spear cover.

With a "Peng" sound, a dazzling fire light appeared at the place where the fire-tipped spear came into contact with the aura, and the surrounding air condensed, and then suddenly dispersed and flew out in all directions, and a vacuum black hole was formed in that place.

This contact. Although the momentum of the fiery spear was blocked, the senior brother retreated more than ten feet in the air because of this momentum. As soon as Zhang Yang stretched out his hand, the fire-tipped spear suddenly flew back into his hand, and then flashed forward, and there was a distance of two zhang in front of the senior brother.

"Originally, you could have practiced well, but I didn't expect you to be silent. Lonely, run here to die. Zhang Yang said coldly.

The senior brother reached out and wiped the blood on the side of his mouth, and shouted, "It's not so easy to kill me. ”

But in his heart, he was secretly sighing, this little kid was able to escape from the hands of the White Tiger King, which is really not to be underestimated. But he didn't know that Zhang Yang's current strength had passed him, not that he couldn't be underestimated, but that he could ask for his life.

"Let's fight, take out your most proud intentions, don't blame the master for not reminding you." Zhang Yang snorted coldly, he didn't want to delay asking, but he also told him what he wanted. Let him die blindly.

"Come on, see who is sent to death."

After the senior brother finished speaking, there was already a jade flute more than two feet long in his hand. As soon as the jade flute was horizontally around his mouth, a burst of sound waves attacked Zhang Yang.

The sound wave exuded an air of sadness and solemnity. Those with lower skill than him will automatically raise their knives to commit suicide.

But Zhang Yang smiled coldly, and a coercion suddenly spread in his eyes, and just this moment, the senior brother suddenly felt that his head had been smashed with a heavy hammer, and suddenly his eyes were full of stars, and the nerves in his brain had a heart-piercing pain. I can't do anything to control it.

The elder brother was stunned in pain in his brain, when suddenly the tip of the musket flew again, stabbed through his chest, and exposed his back. And his body rushed down as fast as the spear struck. Finally, the spear was stuck in a large tree, and the elder brother was hung on it.

"You, you've reached the ninth layer of skill?" The elder brother said in horror. Zhang Yang is not afraid of his sound waves, which means that his skill is not lower than him, and he can use the kung fu of astonishing stabbing, which means that he has reached the ninth layer.

Only ninety percent can use this kind of spell that attacks people with mental power. And the information he got two days ago, Zhang Yang only has seven floors, and now he is two floors higher, and he scolded those juniors and disciples fiercely in his heart.

"You're right. Your master, I have just arrived on the ninth floor. Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Impossible, that's so fast?" Senior Brother shouted.

"It doesn't matter anymore. You're already going to die anyway. Zhang Yang coldly raised his right hand.

"If you dare to kill me, my master is the Lord of Baishui." The senior brother is also afraid of death, but threatens Zhang Yangdao.

Zhang Yang laughed angrily and said, "You all rushed to the door to kill my whole family, why don't I dare to kill you?" Should we just hold our heads and let you kill? By the way, I forgot to tell you that I killed the White Tiger King who you Baishui Guan couldn't afford to provoke. In a few days, you should kill the Lord of the White Water. ”

After speaking, Zhang Yang slapped his palm on the senior brother's heavenly spirit cover, making this senior brother, who was once also a storm and respected by all kinds of people, scatter his soul.

Then, Zhang Yang put away the fire-tipped spear, picked up the body of the senior brother and rushed to the direction of the territory.

The territory has already knocked down more than two dozen loose cultivators. Bai Shijie was also seriously injured, and the puppet possessed by the ghost general was also cut with many traces. Although his body has a recovery function, and a cut will heal again, but if he keeps beckoning downward, when he sees a gap, the sword behind him will also be cut there, and some flesh will be cut off, but fortunately, he has no blood and no internal organs.

At this moment, Bai Shijie suddenly saw Bai Jingjing turn back, and scolded angrily: "Jing'er, why don't you leave?" Are you going to keep us from dying?"

Bai Jingjing was not angry. Instead, he replied happily, "Daddy, we are going to win, and he is back." ”

(End of chapter)

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