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Zhang Qu couldn't bear it anymore, stepped on his legs, stepped on two mud puddles on the ground, and appeared in front of Chenyang in the blink of an eye.

Both hands clenched into fists, and a pair of wolf-headed phantoms appeared on the surface of the fists, emitting a blood-red light, and there was a faint surge of killing intent.

In an instant, Zhang Qu stood in front of Chenyang and blasted out his fists, without any fancy fancies, simply killing Chenyang with strength and speed.

This kind of attack may have been effective against the previous Chenyang, but in front of him was Chenyang, whose physical coordination and agility had reached its peak.

In the face of this level of attack, as long as Chenyang found out, it was impossible for him to dodge this level of attack with his skills.

With a fluttering retreat, Chenyang dodged the pair of fists, looking extremely relaxed.

The fist slammed into the air, and the strong wind that it drove shook the trunk of the tree in front of it, causing the tree to tremble lightly and make a rustling sound of leaves.

These two punches were empty, and Zhang Qu's body stiffened for a moment, and his body leaned forward, as if he was unable to contain the force of this punch.

In Chenyang's eyes, his movements were tantamount to a signal to attack.

With a weak grip in his right hand, Chenyang suddenly held the Cangmu Tang Knife in his hand, transformed into a poisonous spirit form, swept the blade forward, brought out a sharp knife wind, and slashed straight at Zhang Qu's fist.

Looking at the chopped Cangmu Tang knife, Zhang Qu's body was shocked, and the original forward posture was instantly restored, and his backhand was a horizontal slap with one palm, facing the side of the blade.

The palm of the hand collided with the Tang knife, clinging to the side of the blade, and did not suffer any damage, but pushed the Tang knife away with one palm.

The other hand grasped the fist, and the surface of the fist was attached to the scarlet wolf-headed phantom, and a loud explosion was blasted forward, this punch went straight to Chenyang's chest.

Zhang Qu's punch and palm, first like a spring breeze and rain, easily defused Chenyang's attack, and then quickly counterattacked, obviously prepared.

The fist gradually enlarged in front of him, Chenyang knew that he had fallen into Zhang Qu's trap, his legs glowed with a soft blue-green light, and his toes touched the ground lightly, and suddenly as if there was no gravitational influence, he took two steps backwards lightly.

The punch that was supposed to appear in Chenyang's chest landed in the air again.

Taking advantage of this retreat, Chenyang retreated directly to the side of the big tree a few meters away from Zhang Qu, relaxed and freehand, and said with a smile: "I haven't seen the mission plane a few times, but I didn't expect you to become cunning." See. Wool, Chinese net"

"If you can't even avoid this, then I've been looking too highly of you all along, Chenyang." Zhang Qu said in a low voice.

As he spoke, he was still approaching the morning sun step by step, and the phantom of the wolf head in his hands became more and more condensed, almost condensed into substance, and he could even see sharp fangs and rotating wolf pupils.

Approaching within two meters of Chenyang, Zhang Qu suddenly burst out, his legs stepped on the ground with a dull light sound, and the whole person suddenly jumped into the air, with his fists facing forward, like two blood-red giant wolves flying and biting, smashing heavily towards Chenyang.

In the face of this level of attack, even Chenyang didn't dare to take it hard, and his steps retreated again and again, allowing the two blood wolf fists to bombard in the air.

One punch, two punches, three punches.

Chenyang watched Zhang Qu's attacks again and again, and counted silently in his heart.

In his sight, Zhang Qu's strongest battle spirit and offensive at the beginning began to gradually decrease, and when his strength and battle spirit weakened to a certain extent, it was the moment when Chenyang counterattacked.

All of this, Chenyang observed through the all-round observation of plant perception, and controlled Zhang Qu's every move, every look, and every attack to the point of foolproof.

"It's ...... now"

When the ninth punch was thrown, Chenyang's eyes suddenly lit up with a circle of black lines, and the dark red pupils gradually deepened inward, and the pupils turned into ink-like darkness, giving people a mysterious and dangerous feeling.

The Demon Pupil opens.

The moment the demon pupil looked at Zhang Qu, Zhang Qu's punching action suddenly froze, as if he was invisibly controlled by something, and his movements slowed down several times.

Weakness, fear.

This is the negative impact of the Demon Pupil on Zhang Qu, Chenyang took this opportunity to hold the Poison Spirit Tang Knife with both hands, and the blade body was attached to the Wood Emperor's spiritual power, which was extremely sharp.

Driven by the arm, the blade slashed forward, and the strong force drove out a whistling wind, and in an instant, it burst out with terrifying lethality, slashing towards Zhang Qu.

At this time, Zhang Qu was still being watched by the demon pupils, and his strength had been reduced by more than three percent, and in the face of Chenyang's full sword, there was no way to resist it.

Forced to be helpless, Zhang Qu clenched his hands into fists, crossed in front of him, and the surface of his arms was covered with fists condensed by qi to minimize the damage he received.

The blade slashed forward, and the howling wind swept the leaves.

I only heard a pop, and the blade touched the fist, like a hot knife cutting butter, breaking through the fist gang extremely smoothly, cutting through the flesh and blood, and cutting off the muscles and bones.

Faced with the injury to his arm, Zhang Qu's face instantly turned pale, and he could only snort, trying to alleviate the pain in his arm.

The injury of this knife to Zhang Qu was by no means a simple knife wound. It will even have a great impact on his next battle.

Successfully seriously injured one of Zhang Qu's arms, Chenyang's eyes were even more warlike, and he let out a low roar from his mouth, stepped forward suddenly, pulled out the blade, and slashed forward again

The Cangmu Tang Knife was raised high above its head, and the surface of the blade exuded spiritual power fluctuations, cutting out an emerald green knife mark from top to bottom.

Zhang Qu was cut off an arm, his combat effectiveness had been greatly reduced, and in the face of the morning sun at this time, he felt a little retreat in his heart.

This retreat could not support his determination to retreat, but it was enough to make him shake his heart, and he didn't dare to take Chenyang's strong sword.

Looking at the fear in Zhang Qu's eyes and the abnormal behavior of retreating, Chenyang knew that this was the effect of the demon pupil.

At this time, the Demon Pupil had been turned on for three or four seconds, consuming almost one percent of the spiritual power, and after Zhang Qu retreated, Chenyang hurriedly closed the Demon Pupil to save some spiritual power for the next battle.

After turning off the ability of the Demon Pupil, Zhang Qu broke free from the fear effect in an instant, looked at Chenyang's eyes full of fear, and said in a deep voice: "Everything just now was done by you?"

"Your current strength, it's not enough to beat me." Chenyang did not answer directly, but in a high-profile tone, trying to provoke him.

"Perhaps."

But after the arm injury, Zhang Qu was no longer as arrogant as he was at the beginning, and was not affected by Chenyang's words, he still stood in place, covering the wound on his arm, as if waiting for something.

Looking at Zhang Qu who stopped in place, Chenyang slowly walked towards him.

The picture flashed in the dark red eyes, and finally stopped at the wound covered by Zhang Qu.

The wound covered by the palm of his hand was covered by a strong red light, so that Zhang Qu had to cover it with his hand to prevent being discovered.

And the effect of this red light is what the morning sun can see.

The red light condensed the blood, converging into a thumb-sized wolf head, and it was still absorbing the blood, constantly getting smaller and more condensed.

This scene, if Chenyang is not mistaken, it should be Zhang Qu's killer weapon, and it is also the means he used to turn the tables.

This is exactly what Chenyang doesn't want to see, so he must have successfully interrupted this spiritual technique before this killer trick is completed.

With a forward slash, the Poison Spirit Tang Knife made an arc and slashed straight at his arm that was blocking the wound.

Zhang Qu saw the blade that was slashing, and his steps retreated again and again, trying to avoid Chenyang's attack.

However, after he took a step, he suddenly stopped retreating, and turned his head to see that the large ground behind him was covered with yellow thorns, blocking his retreat.

Several of the thorns struck forward, quickly wrapping around his legs, sharp wooden thorns cutting through the skin and dripping bright red drops of blood.

At this time, Zhang Qu had no way to retreat, so he could only meet Chenyang's attack head-on.

Faced with this dangerous situation, Zhang Qu's face became cold, as if he could no longer delay, his arm moved away from the wound, and he punched straight towards Chenyang.

When the Poison Spirit Tang Knife took the initiative to attack, it had already pierced his chest.

Zhang Qu still didn't care about it, and he looked like he was going to die together.

Chenyang saw that his right arm was clenched with a fist, and the blood light was strong, so he naturally knew that the blood-drinking wolf head was hidden in it, and he was still a little jealous in his heart, and he didn't dare to continue to shoot.

Instead, he launched a jumping step, moved back a few steps, and quickly dodged the straight punches that came from the blast.

The fist slammed into the air, bursting out with a huge blood crystal wolf head, which contained incomparably terrifying power. The wolf's head exploded in an instant, turning into countless sharp crystals scattered everywhere.

The blood-red shatters were like sharp blades, piercing through countless trees and branches, and the blood-colored fragments covered the ground, flashing with blood-colored evil light in the sun.

Although Chenyang was not harmed by the wolf's head, he was still stabbed by the blood-colored fragments, and his arms were cut out one after another, and he looked very miserable.

However, Zhang Qu, who was opposite him, was pierced through his chest by the morning sun, and he had almost fallen, and after releasing this blood crystal wolf head, he was completely frozen in place, and his vitality passed, like a cold stone statue.