The old man with a hat and a goat snorted coldly.

"The advantage of weapons is not strength!"

Before he could finish his words, his footsteps twisted, and he was already in front of Shangguan Fat.

His expression was indifferent, with a confident look, he looked coldly at Zhang Mingjun's dragon beard sword stabbing over, raised his hand unhurriedly, and flicked at the tip of Zhang Mingjun's sword.

I saw a golden light flash on his fingers.

actually blocked Zhang Mingjun's invincible Dragon Whisker Sword!

What's even more unexpected is that the moment his fingers collided with the dragon beard sword, there was a scream, like a dragon's groan, and everyone couldn't help but cover their ears.

At the same time, Zhang Ming felt a powerful force that passed through the Dragon Whisker Sword.

If it falls on him, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Because this old man with a goatee, like the Blue Wolf Hall Master, is an existence in the Divine Yuan Realm.

I just don't know if this time, the consciousness of that dragon predecessor in the dragon bone jade card will protect him.

He didn't dare to count on something that wasn't guaranteed.

Subsequently, Zhang Mingjun immediately made a decision, withdrew the true qi from the dragon beard sword, and let the dragon beard sword disintegrate on its own.

Without the transmission of the medium of the Dragon Whisker Sword, this power instantly dissipated into the void.

At the same time as the power dissipated, Zhang Mingjun used the Qi Imperial Needle to regain control of the Dragon Muscle Needle and return it to his hands.

The old man with a goatee changes color for the first time.

"This, this is the True Yuan Sword? How can it be! ”

Because the True Yuan Sword is not a real sword, it is made of the condensation of true qi, and it cannot be done by those who are not powerful.

Even if it's him, a Divine Yuan Realm, he can't do it.

But this kind of thing happened to a small cyclone realm.

It's incredible.

If it weren't for the True Yuan Sword, this kid would definitely not be able to dissolve his flicking finger.

Flicked the Divine Finger, but after he entered the Divine Yuan Realm, he comprehended a powerful attack technique.

In the blink of an eye, the ashes disappeared, which is a true portrayal of it.

Thinking of this, his Gu Jing Bubo's eyes began to heat up.

"Boy, let me see your True Yuan Sword, I can spare you from dying!"

When Zhang Mingjun met the Shenyuan powerhouse for the second time, he was not afraid, but eager to try.

Because he was on the road, he kept thinking about the confrontation between him and Zhao Jianpeng, the master of the Blue Wolf Hall, looking for the gap between him and the Shenyuan powerhouse.

From Zhao Jianpeng's blood, he felt a spiritual power.

He wanted a drop of Zhao Jianpeng's blood, not only to judge whether that little bastard was Zhao Jianpeng's son, but also to study the Shenyuan Realm.

After all, many of people's abilities are hidden in their blood.

At this time, he encountered the Shenyuan Realm again, and he just verified his perception.

Maybe he will have unexpected gains.

Zhang Mingjun's ability to grow to such a point is by no means accidental, but the result of overcoming obstacles again and again and working hard.

Zhang Mingjun responded lightly.

"If you want to see it, I'll let you see it!"

His arm shook, and the dragon beard sword spit out a cold glow again, and he and the figure were divided into three, three into nine, holding the dragon beard sword, and the old man with goat's beard rushed over from different directions.

The goatee's calm eyes shook again.

"Good boy, the sword of the Dragon Bagua Gate has been cultivated to this realm by you, you are really a medicine slave clan, the most talented person in the past thousand years! I can't help but want to ruin you! ”

He waved his hand, and the wind surged.

A five-fingered phantom condensed in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Mingjun's nine figures merge into one and appear in front of him, he snorted.

"Five-fingered bullet god mountain!"

I saw that his five fingers popped out at the same time, and the phantom of the five fingers instantly solidified, and when he saw the wind, he grew, like five mountain peaks, and pressed towards Zhang Mingjun.

Zhang Mingjun knew the power of the Shenyuan Realm.

At the moment when a sword was blocked, he quickly turned the dragon beard sword into a dragon tendon needle, and stabbed one of the points with a series of pursuits.

Snort!

It's like a dripstone wearing.

Under the continuous piercing of one hundred and seven dragon tendon needles, finally, through the stone, shot towards the face of the old man with a goatee.

It was about to pierce into his eyebrows.

only heard a bang, and the condensed mountain peak smashed Zhang Mingjun to the ground.

The True Qi Peak then turned into nothingness.

And Zhang Mingjun was also smashed with broken ribs, his internal organs were broken, and he became a bloody man!

At the same time, the dragon tendon needle also lost the support of Zhang Mingjun's strength.

However, Yu Wei was still there, and he still hurt the old man with a goatee, leaving a shocking blood mark on his forehead.

"Ahh

The goatee screamed, and his beard trembled.

He was frightened just now.

The silver needle almost pierced his brain.

made him almost become the first Shenyuan Realm to be killed by the Cyclone Realm.

What's even more hateful is that Zhang Mingjun left a mark on his forehead.

What a shame!

The shame of the Shenyuan Realm needs blood to wash away!

"Give me death! Five-fingered sacred mountain! ”

He raised his arm.

A pitch-black mountain peak fell from the sky, with a whistling sound, and smashed towards the dying Zhang Mingjun.

When they saw it, they were all shocked.

Zhang's mother screamed and rushed over.

"Don't!"

She held Zhang Mingjun in one hand and the sky in the other, as if she wanted to hold the mountain peak.

The mountain peak was too heavy, and the difference in strength was too great, she was crushed to the ground, her legs fell to the ground, her mouth spat blood, and the stone slabs were shattered.

However, she still gritted her teeth and insisted.

At this point, others reacted.

"Mom!"

Zhang Minghai ran over first.

Sister Li followed, and even Qin Yishuang, Li Ruoyan, and Mu Jinmian also followed, trying to share the strength.

But the attack of the Divine Yuan Realm is something that these ordinary people can resist.

Immediately crushed to the ground.

Seeing this, Huang Fuqing sighed and walked over lightly.

"Zhang Mingjun, you remember! You owe it to the blue wolf! ”

She held the jade pendant around her neck with her left hand, and the sky with her right hand, and secretly sighed.

"Blue wolf change!"

I saw a cyan wolf shadow suddenly appear from Huang Fuqing's body, and then, looking up to the sky, roared.

"Oh!"

With a bang, the pitch-black mountain peak was torn apart by this wolf howl and turned into nothingness!

The old man with a goatee, seeing this scene, shrank his eyes, and said coldly to Huangfu Qing: "Blue wolf soul! Do you wolves have to meddle in this? ”

Huang Fuqing bowed slightly.

"Please also ask the seniors to raise their noble hands, Zhang Mingjun is a friend of our hall master."

"What if I don't lift up? How many wolf souls do you have left? ”

Huangfu Qing said humbly: "Back to the seniors, there is one more, however, our hall master should have heard this wolf roar, I believe he will come soon, when the time comes, our hall master is afraid that he will laugh at the seniors to bully the small!" ”

The goatee-bearded old man sneered.

"Blue wolf! Let's let you jump for two more days, and wait for the party, and see you again! ”

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Mingjun fiercely, turned around and left.

Shangguan Fat Man suddenly panicked.

"Venerable! If you don't kill Zhang Mingjun today, it will become a big disaster in the future! ”

The old man glanced back at him.

The chill made Shangguan Fat Man shut up instantly.

A group of people hurried away, leaving only the corpses of the two Cyclone Realms.

Zhang's mother hugged Zhang Mingjun, her face was miserable and bursting into tears.

struggled to pick up Zhang Mingjun, but his knee was injured, and he fell to the ground with a pop.

Zhang Minghai grabbed her painfully.

"Mom, your leg hurts, let me come!"

Zhang Minghai hugged Zhang Mingjun, and ordered the others to get a stretcher, ready to send them to the hospital, but Zhang's mother refused.

"Carry Jun to my room, Lili, come here."

Sister Li knew what Zhang's mother meant.

It must be for her to practice Yin and Yang Hui Yuan Gong with Zhang Mingjun.

But when she knew that Zhang Mingjun was not the bloodline of Shennong, she had a heart of rejection.

She is the descendant of Youlong Bagua Gate, and the meaning of her existence is to protect the Shennong family. This thought has been ingrained in her bones, melted into her soul, and will not change for anything.

After the others left, Sister Li said with a gloomy look in her eyes: "Auntie, I can't practice Yin and Yang Hui Yuan Gong with him anymore!" ”