Jiang Yuan, who was running, raised his cold eyes slightly, looked at Zhang Mochen in mid-air, the corners of his mouth raised a trace of disdain, the handle of the knife in his hand was held tightly, and a strong horizontal yuan force was continuously injected, compared to Zhang Mochen, the miscellaneous hair of the second-order strength made him pay more attention.

"Livestock, take your life!" Jiang Yuan burst out, and the sharp blade slashed straight down, and after drawing a cold light in the rainstorm, a leopard's head was condensed out.

The leopard's head is very real, it looks like flesh and blood, and the full mouth of fangs is fierce, and the powerful coercion even boils the air around it slightly.

Miscellaneous hair killed fiercely, facing the head of the leopard that came from the crushing, looking up to the sky and roaring, how could the fierce tiger of the king of beasts be afraid?

The tiger's claws suddenly became longer, like sharp daggers condensed with cold light, and the miscellaneous hair rushed forward and met it head-on.

A tiger and a leopard collided instantly, making a deafening sound, looking at the two strong auras that could not hold each other, Zhang Tianbing and the others were amazed, you must know that when they first saw the miscellaneous hair, they were still a sick cat that was about to die, and in just a few months, they had grown to the realm where they could compete head-on with the beginner Yuan Master, which was faster than Zhang Mochen.

Holding on to the leopard's head, the hairy tiger's mouth trembled, and a fierce roar continued to be issued, and with an even more deafening roar, the dagger-like tiger claws finally pierced deeply into the leopard's head, and then, the leopard's head was gradually torn apart from the middle under the naked eye.

Although the miscellaneous hair is strong, it will definitely break through to the second order not long after, and facing Jiang Yuan, an old junior master, it is somewhat difficult. At the moment, the miscellaneous hair that used all his strength to tear the leopard's head to pieces did not have a trace of joy, but on the contrary, it kept roaring, because a large knife directly passed through the turbulent airspace left by the leopard's head and slashed fiercely.

Jiang Yuan's attacks were interlocking, pressing step by step, not giving a chance to breathe at all, and in the face of this unavoidable slash, the miscellaneous hair roared again, ready to use his body to carry it.

The crowd who had just been pleasantly surprised by the strength shown by the miscellaneous hairs was suddenly completely enveloped in nervous worry.

Jiang Yuan's reputation as the head of a group is by no means in vain, that strong strength coupled with a vicious heart, the realm of a beginner master, there are few opponents, this knife down, even if the skin is rough and thick, I am afraid that the skin will be opened.

However, everyone's nervousness did not last long, a fierce impact sounded in their ears, and the fierce knife was shaken back, Jiang Yuan couldn't stand the huge countershock, and took a few steps back.

Zhang Mochen patted the tiger's head, smiled at the miscellaneous hair, and then without any pause, he rushed straight at Jiang Yuan.

"Little waste, look for death!" If he was shocked back before only because Zhang Mochen succeeded in a sneak attack, then this time, Jiang Yuan finally put away his disdain completely and burst out with murderous energy.

"Dragon Dance, Split!"

Zhang Mochen shouted, the blade of the sword danced in the air, like a carving, constantly making a swishing sound of breaking the wind, and at the same time, a dragon head quickly condensed, and the Peng Pai vitality contained in it made people daunted.

"Mochen's dragon dance is probably even stronger than what we can do!" Looking at the dragon head whistling out, Zhang Tianbing and Zhang Tianchi glanced at each other in shock.

The mighty aura of the dragon's head, how could Jiang Yuan not feel it, Zhang Mochen's strength made him make up his mind to kill, how could such a demon let him continue to grow? The big knife whirled in his hand, and with an angry shout, a giant snake was thrown out.

The giant snake in the air hissed and hissed, and a pair of snake eyes were indifferent and cold, as spicy and vicious as Jiang Yuan himself.

The dragon and snake met in a narrow way in the air, and the furious vitality Yu Wei suddenly exploded in circles.

Under the fierce confrontation, the giant snake moved forward little by little, and the dragon head retreated step by step. Looking at the dragon head that began to tremble violently, Zhang Mochen shouted angrily, and with a sharp stab of the sword blade, dozens of fragments of vitality swooped out, tearing the air and rushing towards the fluctuating space.

"Bang!"

With a deafening explosion, the giant snake completely dispersed the dragon's head, but in the next second, it was also pierced by the overwhelming vitality, turning into countless fluorescent lights and disappearing into the air.

"Ding!"

The loud explosion of vitality was followed by a powerful metal impact.

A sword and a knife do not let each other, and sparks splash everywhere at the edge of the blade.

"Click!"

As the hearts of Zhang Tianbing and the others sank, the sword finally couldn't resist, and it broke alive, and the tip of the sword fell vertically, deep into the mud.

Jiang Yuan smiled coldly, accompanied by this viciousness, as well as the sharp big knife that continued to be chopped.

In order to think about Zhang Tianfeng, Zhang Mochen had already buried the silver dragon sword, this sword was the junior Yuan Shi next to the fat man before, and he didn't have a satisfactory weapon, so he had to use it until now.

Zhang Mochen somewhat underestimated the big knife in Jiang Yuan's hand, and couldn't help frowning at the moment, but in the next second, he saw him directly throw away the remnant sword, and his hands turned into palms and grabbed the blade with a cold light.

"Is this kid crazy?" Zhang Tianchi scolded urgently, how could he take the knife empty-handed? Even with his fiery temperament, he would not dare to behave like this.

With a crisp slapping sound, under the stunned eyes of everyone, the big knife that was like a broken bamboo was blocked by the attack, and the blade that was as sharp as clay was held by two small palms.

The handle of the knife did not have the refreshing feeling of chopping vegetables, and he blinked his eyes vigorously, squeezing away the rain that blocked his vision, and Jiang Yuan's face was suddenly stunned.

The power of this sword, he naturally understood, even the strongest among the beginner-level Yuan Masters did not dare to use their bodies to catch it, but right now, this knife was not only caught, but the opponent was only a high-level Yuan Shi. Looking at Zhang Mochen under the knife, Jiang Yuan was like seeing a ghost.

A small line of blood dripped from the palm of his hand, although he caught this knife, but after all, it was a mortal fetus, but this kind of trivial skin trauma was too commonplace for Zhang Mochen.

The corners of Zhang Mochen's mouth raised a slight arc, and his palms tightened the knife surface a few more points, and then pulled it back hard, at the same time, his legs bent, but they bounced away violently, and his feet, which were wrapped in majestic vitality, kicked Jiang Yuan's lower body hard.

At the beginning, in the dense fog, the boulders weighing thousands of catties were thrown out by Zhang Mochen one after another, in comparison, how could the broadsword, which was as light as a cicada's wings, be spared?

The handle of the knife was constantly rubbing and detaching in his hands, and Jiang Yuan used all his strength to no avail, the physical strength of the two was simply a huge disparity between heaven and earth.

Misfortune is not a single line, when Jiang Yuan devoted himself to the battle for the big knife, a sharp pain suddenly came from his abdomen.

With a scream, Jiang Yuan suddenly flew upside down.

Jiang Yuan's body had not yet landed, and the miscellaneous hair had already been dispatched, roaring up to the sky and rushing out.

"Little brute, you dare!"

Jiang Yuan is not a pampered person after all, and his long years of licking blood with a knife have made him ruthless, and at the same time, it has also allowed him to have the danger of life and death. I saw him turn into a palm with one hand and quickly shoot out, shaking the rain away, and at the same time, a majestic vitality roared out.

Repelling the fierce attack, Jiang Yuan's brows stretched slightly, however, when his gaze turned to the air, the thin figure had reappeared in front of him at some point.

Zhang Mochen's face was cold, his legs were bent with strength, and his feet then kicked away, and suddenly two deafening muffled sounds exploded in Jiang Yuan's chest.

Jiang Yuan spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, and the sound of broken ribs came from his heart, falling vertically and slamming into the ground.

At this point in the battle, everyone's hearts were shocked or shocked. Jiang Yuan, what kind of person? That is the bounty leader of the megatron side, even Zhang Tianbing and Zhang Tianchi dare not provoke easily, but right now, they are actually forced by Zhang Mochen to be so embarrassed, like a water dog.

"Is this kid really fleshy? This power is terrifying. Everyone's throats shook involuntarily.

However, the fighting is not over, and the violence continues.

Zhang Mochen fell from the sky, and with the help of the huge falling inertia, he directly overwhelmed Jiang Yuan, who had just struggled to get up.

Straddled on one leg, sitting on Jiang Yuan's chest, his eyes were indifferent and a little infiltrating, Zhang Mochen put away his Yuan Li breath, but the pair of iron fists were raised high.

Seeing that the yellow vitality on Zhang Mochen's body disappeared, everyone looked puzzled, but in the next second, their eyes were shocked, and Jiang Yuan's hysterical screams came from their ears.

Thousands of pounds of heavy punches kept smashing down, and the huge muffled sound after another slowly turned into a crackling explosion.

And as the speed of the punch continued to increase, Zhang Mochen's cold and gloomy eyes gradually turned red, and the anger in his heart finally burned completely!