"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Yang Wan'er slapped vigorously and appeared from the top of a building more than 100 meters away.

There was only a knife slave left by her side, who looked like she had lost a lot of weight, and was shoving a fist-thick chicken leg into her mouth.

Yang Wan'er looked left and right, and praised: "It is worthy of Senior Brother Zhang, it is like a tiger with wings in this world, but it has helped me save a lot of effort." Giggles, I'll just say you're a good helper, thank you!"

"The remnants of the Rat God Society!"

Li Beihai's face sank, and he waved his hand to order the team members to follow, and lined up behind Zhang Qingyang, waiting for the battle.

Zhao Feiyu soared to the left side, and the golden feather turned into a knife wheel around her body, and her beautiful face was full of slaughter, staring coldly at Yang Wan'er, ready to kill the killer at any time.

Zhang Qingyang raised his left hand to stop everyone, squinted at each other, and said with a smile: "How do you know that I didn't mean to make a big move to attract you?"

"Huh?! What do you say!"

Yang Xuan'er's complexion changed, and she quickly swept around, but did not find the ambush trap, and snorted stupidly, "Stinky boy, don't blempty there, you have become a live target now, obediently attract the hostility of the whole world to this holy woman." ”

The longer she was immersed in the power of the rat god, the more deeply her mind was affected by the infection, and her personality changed unconsciously, and she no longer had the human casualness that she still retained when she first met.

Zhang Qingyang hated her and the rat god to the core, and his perception of her changes became more keen.

In the observation of the Mind Secret Technique, Yang Xuan'er already had some kind of deified trait, and it seemed that a phantus had been integrated into the aura, looming with the large fluctuations in her emotions.

"This woman is hopeless. ”

Zhang Qingyang didn't feel sorry, a rat bone sword appeared in his right hand, pointed at her from a distance, and said loudly: "No matter what conspiracy you are doing here, I will definitely kill you today!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed to Zhao Feiyu's short transmission: "Hold my flank." ”

Then he shouted like thunder, and a sword shot in front of Yang Xuan'er!

"Stinky boy is so fast!"

Yang Wan'er seemed to be taken aback, but she quickly waved the measuring ruler in her hand, accurately blocked the rat bone sword, and pressed it with a flip of her wrist.

Zhang Qingyang intended to withdraw the sword, but found that the sword body was as if it was pressed by a mountain, and he wanted to shrink the sword body to break free, but he failed!

His face changed drastically, the hair on his body stood on end, and with a roar of the tiger, the building under his feet collapsed with a bang, and his legs fell together.

"Don't struggle, it's useless!"

Yang Wan'er giggled proudly, swayed the measuring ruler wantonly, dragging Zhang Qingyang's figure and shaking it, but he couldn't break free.

The whole building seemed to turn into a solid mountain, locking his legs firmly.

Zhao Feiyu, who was behind, saw this scene and immediately rushed over to rescue, but was stopped by Li Beihai: "Don't worry, wait and see!"

He didn't think Zhang Qingyang would be defeated so easily.

"Stinky boy, do you think that you can escape from the palm of this saint again and again, is it really all about strength? That's why I deliberately let you, just to wait for an opportunity like today!"

Yang Wan'er laughed happily.

Zhang Qingyang stopped struggling and said with a cold face: "I don't believe it!"

"Hehe, the facts are in front of you. ”

Yang Wan'er waved the measuring ruler, "The rat bone sword you got is just a gadget made by my god at will, where can it compare to this real innate artifact." ”

"Your so-called artifact is nothing more than an imitation. Zhang Qingyang's tone suddenly became brisk, "And my rat bone sword has already been reborn!"

"Huh?!" Yang Xuan'er glared at him vigilantly, while trying to increase the power of the measuring mountain ruler.

Zhang Qingyang didn't give her any chance anymore, and suddenly turned his power into the sword body, and shouted: "Break!"

Rumble!

The solidified building beneath him collapsed, and the incomparable weight from the measuring mountain ruler was all transferred to catharsis.

The rat bone sword let out a smug scream, mixed with a sharp spiritual impact and attacked Yang Xuan'er.

Yang Wan'er was shocked and angry, and screamed and waved the hard bar of the measuring mountain ruler.

The two true and false artifacts collided again, and I saw a three-color divine light suddenly erupt on the rat bone sword, and the edge of the blade rose with a misty brilliance, actually cutting the nearby air into a brief pitch-black gap!

Yang Wan'er looked at the flowers and lost color, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, it was too late!

Zhang Qingyang twisted his wrist, dragged the rat bone sword and cut it like lightning, and cut the measuring mountain ruler into two sections!

A trance figure burst out of the broken artifact, and it was the appearance of the rat god, who roared loudly at Zhang Qingyang in anger, and his powerful divine thoughts rushed straight to his heart.

Zhang Qingyang simply let go of the inner universe and took the initiative to engulf it, and as soon as the yin and yang grinded around, he was crushed and killed.

"Hmph, I've suffered once, and I don't have a long memory!"

Feeling the hint of anger and unwillingness in his mind, he laughed heartily and said, "If you still have any artifact, just take it out." ”

Yang Wan'er looked at the cracked broken ruler in disbelief, her eyes were almost split, she stared at Zhang Qingyang, and roared sharply: "You damn it, Rat God Palm!"

Bang!

The sky collapsed, and a huge fluffy claw appeared, wrapped in the power of thunder, as a hood!

Zhang Qingyang was not afraid, squinted at the giant palm that was pressed to the top of his head in an instant, raised his hand to the sky, and exhaled: "Open it for me!"

Shout!

A golden light burst out from behind him, falling into the right palm that was propped up upward, swaying in the wind, and the shape skyrocketed into a towering giant pillar of tens of meters, and a cold light overflowed from the sharp edge, which was at the core of the giant palm.

Yang Wan'er suddenly changed color, and shouted in a lost voice: "What kind of weapon are you?!"

"Soul Killing Gun!"

Zhang Qingyang said word by word, "Kill you demons!"

Before the words fell, the body of the spear erupted with unimaginable tyrannical power, poofing through the giant palm, and even stirring up a raging wave, sweeping horizontally.

"No, I don't believe it!"

Yang Xuan'er completely lost her mind, screamed frantically and started again, and another giant palm fell in the air.

Zhang Qingyang gently shook his arm, and the Soul Killing Spear vibrated with it, first easily crushing the injured first palm, devouring the divine power in it, and then destroying the second palm in the same way.

Destroying the two magic skills, the Soul Killing Spear was as generous and bright as the Optimus Pillar, and the fierce killing machine shook the void, causing thick clouds to gather in the sky above, and the thunder and lightning snake began to shuttle and swim.

Zhang Qingyang sighed from the bottom of his heart, this guy made a lot of money last time.

In Hongshan City, the blow that finally shattered the Eye of the Evil God gathered the blessings of the will of dozens of senior powerhouses, and he himself benefited immensely, and the Soul Killing Spear was also refined, and the edge was more powerful than before, and even had part of the demeanor at the beginning of its birth.

Yang Xuan'er would never have thought that she would launch the Rat God Palm here, which would only attract the targeting and suppression of the small world, but Zhang Qingyang could get an increase, and where could she be allowed to run rampant again.

Just as Li Beihai was stunned, Zhao Feiyu was rejoicing, and his teammates were excitedly watching, Zhang Qingyang twisted the spear, dragged the light flame for a long time, and slashed at Yang Wan'er.

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