The two sides are tense, and the mortal-level high-level spiritual power combat skills are against the king-level ordinary combat skills, this is bound to be a big battle where Mars collides with the earth.

Buzz...

Hundreds of four-color flying swords were condensed around the rest of his life, and at the same time there was a sword groan, the sound was amazing, the air around him seemed to be squeezed as uncomfortable, the soil continued to shake, and the fine particles even flew up, and everyone did not dare to approach, for fear of being affected by the pond fish.

On the other side, the magnificent fist is the size of a house, and the deep and difficult runes are carved on it, carrying a mysterious power for it, which comes from the underground and makes people feel cold.

The battle here is really too loud, this is a sparsely populated place, but at this moment, people continue to hear the news, most of them are spectators who regretted Zheng Song's defeat before, and when they ran here at this moment, they were shocked to see Zhang Lang first, after all, the other party is the master of an alliance in the inner courtyard, and it has been famous for a long time, and there are many fanatical yearning people in the outer courtyard.

When Zhang Lang crossed over and saw the rest of his life, the onlookers were completely stunned, and it seemed that the rest of his life was competing with Zhang Lang?

"Is he crazy? Zhang Lang is a strong general, and he is still the leader of the Inner Courtyard Wolf Alliance. ”

"If you are lucky, Zheng Song will dare to argue with Zhang Lang? ”

"Stay away and watch out for blood spills. ”

Behind Zhang Lang, Chen Xin and Yi Yun gloated, hiding aside, eager to kill the rest of their lives immediately.

The battle is about to break out, and Yu Sheng seems to have overused his mental power, exceeding the release of this combat skill, at this moment, the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ears are all flowing out of red blood, and his body is constantly trembling, and controlling a hundred four-color flying swords at the same time, this is not a trivial matter, even if a real fourth-stage forging master comes, it will never be easy, let alone Yu Sheng, a forging master at the peak of the third stage.

Seeing the bleeding appearance of the rest of his life, Zhang Lang had a stronger grasp of victory in his heart, and every time he condensed a four-color flying sword in his remaining life, Zhang Lang became more frightened, to be honest, if he could condense more flying swords in his remaining life, Zhang Lang would not hesitate to run away.

But the hundred flying swords for the rest of his life are obviously not enough to scare Zhang Lang away.

Before life and death, it is naturally more important to save your life, but now there are only 100 flying swords for the rest of your life, which obviously cannot achieve the effect of deterring Zhang Lang.

"Ten thousand swords pierce the heart!"

The rest of his life pointed to the end of the world, and the hundreds of flying swords were like psychic arrow feathers, shooting non-stop, as if there were thousands of troops behind him for the rest of his life.

The scene was shocking to the extreme, a hundred four-color flying swords formed a spectacular stegosaurus towards Zhang Lang's Shura fist, each four-color flying sword was filled with a strong spiritual coercion, any of which flying swords were enough to kill the strong people below the fifth level of battle cultivation, at this moment, a hundred of them were fired together, and the momentum was mighty.

In stark contrast to Zhang Lang's Shura Fist, the two sides are about to meet, and the bitter words on the Shura Fist begin to fall off, as if the seal has been lifted.

Boom boom...

The surrounding trees were uprooted and crushed, the leaves flew into the sky, and the grass roots also soared into the sky, as if it was raining green, and a long ravine appeared on the ground.

The other spectators who came to hear the wind all stepped back ten feet away, not daring to approach the slightest, most of the people here were strong cultivators, this level of battle was far from something they could participate in, even if they were contaminated in the slightest, they could be directly seriously injured.

"Ten thousand swords pierce the heart? Ridiculous! I see that you don't even have a hundred flying swords! I'll see how you can resist my Shura's punch. ”

Zhang Lang saw that Yu Sheng's seven orifices were bleeding, and his body trembled, which was obviously a sign of overload, and he could see at a glance that Yu Sheng was barely sending this move Ten Thousand Swords through the heart, so he opened his mouth and mocked.

I don't have time to speak for the rest of my life, I have difficulty breathing at the moment, my mental power is highly concentrated, and I don't dare to be distracted in the slightest, if I am affected at this moment, I will be attacked by ten thousand swords piercing my heart, and I am afraid that I will be impacted by this terrifying spiritual power into a mentally retarded child, and this life will be over.

Yu Sheng's originally rising sword fingers suddenly pressed, and the hundred spirit flying swords were inspired, and they let out a resounding sword groan and rushed towards Zhang Lang's Shura fist.

Sudden Sudden Burst...

One after another four-colored flying swords were constantly inserted into the Shura Fist, as if the sound of arrow feathers shooting into the wood, and every time the four-color flying sword shot into the Shura Fist, a crack would be punched, but every time a crack appeared, the mysterious runes on the Shura Fist would attack and then repair.

The Shura Fist attacked like a carriage, and the rest of his life had to use the flying sword to constantly resist, and the two sides began to stalemate.

"To be able to stalemate with my Shura Fist, I have to say, you are very strong. Seeing this scene, the spellcaster Zhang Lang couldn't help but admire, and at the same time urged the Shura Fist even harder.

You must know that Shura Fist is a low-level combat skill of the king level, even in the inner courtyard, few people can take it down, I thought that I would definitely be invincible in the outer courtyard, but I didn't expect it to be taken over by the kid in front of me.

"You can't beat me!" Zhang Lang's vitality climbed to a peak again, and exploded, and the Shura Fist struck towards the rest of his life even faster.

The rest of his sword finger seemed to be filled with lead, extremely heavy, and seeing the other party's merciless attack, his left hand suddenly pressed on the sword finger, and pressed down again: "A hundred swords come out together!"

Woooo

The rest of the flying swords were all shaken, and they were all summoned by the mission, and they all rushed to the attacking Shura Fist, which looked like bees surrounding the hive from a distance.

In the blink of an eye, all the flying swords were concentrated in the Shura Fist, and dense cracks appeared on the surface of the Shura Fist, which were almost impossible to repair, but they were never broken.

The battle has lasted until now, and the rest of his life has long been covered with blood, and it is not easy to command a hundred flying swords with an overload, and the bleeding of the seven orifices is just a trivial matter, and I am afraid that my mental power will backlash and make the rest of my life a mentally retarded child.

Zhang Lang on the other side is also uncomfortable, although he is a strong general, but he consumed a lot before, and now almost all his vitality is used to release this king-level low-level combat skill, and at this moment he is also short of breath and pale, if he can survive this blow for the rest of his life, Zhang Lang will immediately go home.

Boom..

The Shura Fist carried countless four-colored flying swords to attack, which looked shattered, but it was not annihilated in the end.

At this moment, the hundred flying swords for the rest of his life have all been used up, how can he still resist? The broken eight-point Shura Fist has already come to his end, and the rest of his life is in a trance at this moment because of the release of ten thousand swords piercing his heart, and he can't raise the slightest strength at all, so he has no choice but to block his arms in front of his chest, praying to be able to carry it.

The house-sized Shura fist instantly bombarded Yu Sheng's body, and at this moment, Yu Sheng seemed to have realized something, and an unknown "intention" appeared on Yu Sheng's body, and there seemed to be some changes in his cultivation.

The blood in the seven meridians and eight veins began to surge automatically, rushing straight to the Tianmen acupoint, and the rest of his life felt dizzy, and he vaguely seemed to see several figures attacking him.