Last time in Shatuo Town, Yang Wan'er lost a lot of manpower, and the hardcore cronies who are still following him are only two sword slaves and fist slaves, and the rest are newly acquired vassals and the cooperative forces of the Shang clan.

Among all these people, only the sword slave knows and is familiar with Zhang Qingyang.

After hearing the order, she stuffed the fat chicken leg in her hand into her mouth, and said vaguely: "It's good to do this earlier, I have to get him some false heads, trouble." ”

Yang Wan'er's brows jumped, too lazy to bother with this stupid girl.

Rattling and chewing on chicken bones, staring at Zhang Qingyang with eyes sewn into a line, he jumped off the ancient castle, his fat body smashed into the dust, splashed a puff of sand, and the air flow rolled up.

It looked like she was very clumsy, but in the next second, she was like a super-caliber cannonball rumbling out, and her body of two or three hundred catties was as light as nothing, and she rushed to Zhang Qingyang in an instant, with a piercing high-pitched scream in her throat, and a mouthful of meat scrap squirted over her head and face!

Zhang Qingyang had suffered a loss at the hands of the sword slave, and he did not relax his vigilance at this time, and at the moment she pounced, she shouted, and the explosion-like sound shook her scream, and at the same time swung her sword and swung an arc of light, intercepting all the slag of the disgusting person.

There is a clang, and the sparks are splashing!

The things that the knife slave spat out were actually mixed with tiny alloy needles!

The disgusting sneak attack failed, and her fat right hand lifted from the bottom up, and a cold glow burst into the air.

The five-inch blade between the fingers spills a furious edge that is not inferior to a horse chopping knife!

Zhang Qingyang's sword fell, and the rat bone sword conjured up a distorted phantom, which shattered the sword light with a click, and even more sparkled a basin-sized sword that went straight to the chest of the bayonet slave.

"Babble!"

The sword slave screamed again, his left hand spread his five fingers like a fan, and when his chest was pushed outward, an arc of light appeared out of thin air, buzzing and vibrating to intercept the sword.

Zhang Qingyang shook the sword body, shrunk to a bone spur two fingers wide, and the strong energy gathered between the sharp and slightly square inches, and the vertical surface was like lightning.

Click!

The light film burst, and the sword swelled, piercing the fat left palm of the sword slave.

The knife slave screamed in pain, and his right arm swept, as if he was going to hit the rat bone sword with a knife between his fingers.

But at the moment of touching, the slender knife suddenly swelled into a five-foot ghost head knife, and a thunderous roar erupted in the air, and the exploding knife light was like a waterfall, drowning Zhang Qingyang's figure!

"Quack! See how you're still hiding?!"

The knife slave smirked, not caring at all about the injury on his left hand.

In her mind, under such a sudden change of moves, she would definitely be able to kill successfully.

An even brighter light tore through the knife curtain, and then Zhang Qingyang's calm face appeared three feet away.

"Impossible!"

The knife slave exclaimed, urging the ghost-headed knife to twist the storm of death.

Zhang Qingyang shouted: "Break!"

Bang!

The sword exploded, the rat bone sword collapsed and flew the ghost head knife, and the body of the sword slave was thrown dozens of meters away!

The raging tide roared and scattered, the sword slave fell to the ground, his feet were a foot deep in the sand, he stretched out his tongue and licked the wound on his left hand, and the hole opened by the rat bone sword magically healed quickly.

She tried her best to keep her eyes open, staring at Zhang Qingyang and laughing, "You have become powerful." ”

"Each other, each other. ”

Zhang Qingyang responded indifferently, secretly surprised in his heart, the other party's strength had improved so much, beyond his estimate.

The last time he fought, he was a fledgling and was beaten to the point that he fled in embarrassment, and at that time, the sword slave was no more than a Daze-level cultivator.

This goodbye, his strength has skyrocketed a hundred times under his repeated adventures, and he has just taken out his sword several times in a row, but he can't kill it in one fell swoop, just flying.

"Well, that shouldn't be her own power, but from the Rat God!"

Zhang Qingyang groaned slightly, and then suddenly realized.

She's become so strong, and everyone else must be on the rise.

It seems that it will be another fierce battle.

At this time, the rest of the people rushed to the front one after another.

Two of them, from the Shang clan, flapped their wings and hovered low in the air, and at the moment when the encirclement was completed, they suddenly burst out with a cluster of fire.

Small-caliber cannons!

Zhang Qingyang dodged again and again, made a prediction with the bridge of the mind, dodged the dense rain of bullets and explosions, and suddenly pounced forward, raising his sword and stabbing the fist slave.

The new hardcore thug let out a big shout and swung his right fist hard.

His right hand was wearing a fist glove of unknown material, and a puff of earthy yellow divine light rippled from the surface, and under the collision with the sword light spewed by the rat bone sword, a bright rain of light exploded.

Zhang Qingyang felt an irresistible surge of divine power, mixed with the weak will of the rat god, and slammed into his inner universe.

With his strong physique at this time, he was enough to overturn the tank with his bare hands, and he was actually smashed back more than ten meters!

This power, something is wrong!

Zhang Qingyang's arm trembled and numb, his mind turned to crush the will of the rat god, and at the same time he realized what was going on.

The entire land around here has become a source of strength for the fist slaves, and at the moment of punching, injecting a hundred and ten tons of mass into their bodies, of course, it is difficult to fight.

Is the measuring ruler at work again, and the castle has secretly changed the subordination of the surrounding land?

Zhang Qingyang's mind was racing, and at the same time, he continuously dodged the air blows, and suddenly leaned and pounced on the blocker on the right, and a sword exploded, crushing half of his body.

"Well, not everyone has been blessed with divine powers. ”

He became more and more determined, and rushed to the other vassals like lightning.

Seeing his intentions, the sword slave screamed, "Don't give him a break!"

At the same time, the bullet body flew in, and the knife in both hands was volleyed down.

The five-foot ghost head knife swings a sharp edge more than ten meters long, cold, slaughtering, fierce, and sharp!

The blade trembled sharply, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of sword lights were slashed, staggered like a net, covering Zhang Qingyang!

"Good time!"

Zhang Qingyang shouted loudly, running the Eight Directions Wind and Rain Sword Style, and swayed a more dense rain of light, which collided with each sword light more than a dozen times like lightning, shattering it all.

In the end, the sword body slammed into the ghost head knife, smashing out a deafening explosion.

The sword slave tossed up dozens of meters, stabilized his body in mid-air, and smiled strangely: "My knife is an artifact, how can your broken sword compare?"

After that, he swooped down and slashed hard, Zhang Qingyang swung his sword to block it, but at the moment of collision with each other, the rat bone sword suddenly stretched into a whip, and the poisonous snake also slapped her chest.

"Wow!"

Half of the flesh and blood of the sword slave were shattered, and he screamed and fell out.

At the same time, the fist slave pounced on Zhang Qingyang's left side, and his majestic body was wrapped in the infinite power of the surrounding land, and he slammed into the head!

Zhang Qingyang's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted: "Get out!"

Swinging his left arm to catch his heavy punch, just before the eruption of the mountain's might, he suddenly pulled and sent, throwing the fist slave a hundred meters away.

Then he jumped upward, stomped on the air with both feet, as if stepping on water waves, and moved sideways several times like lightning, slashing down the two Shang Flyers with several swords in a row, and stepping on the body of the latter one and falling to the ground.

Click!

Half of the man's bones were shattered, and he couldn't live with it.

Zhang Qingyang stared at the rest of the besiegers, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, he no longer had any pity for these bastards who repeatedly caused trouble.

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