Zhang Mochen in the rainstorm was like speeding close to the ground, and the speed was extremely fast. In the dantian, the multicolored beads that turned into a piece of gold again were also rotating wildly, and the strong yuan force continued to erupt, and finally all rushed to the palm.

"Dragon Dance, Split"

Zhang Mochen burst into a shout, and a dragon head came out, and the golden dragon head exuded an incomparably violent power, rushing straight away.

The dragon's head blasted out, Zhang Mochen did not stop, his palms quickly changed his posture, and in the next second, dozens of powerful dragon scale vitality shot away, leaving a long airflow fluctuation in the air, like a rapid meteor dragging its tail.

"Dance of Dragons, Thorns"

As a beginner Yuan Master, Zhang Mochen's Yuan Force storage in his body was incomparable, even so, after two moves, an obvious sense of weakness slowly spread throughout his body.

Zhang Mochen's face was cold, the battle intent in his eyes did not diminish at all, and with a roar, a third powerful aura erupted again, forming an indestructible shield in an instant, crushing the air and roaring away.

Three loud noises came as scheduled, and the intensity was even faintly concealed by the explosion and thunder in the air.

However, the real level gap was irreparable, and even if Zhang Mochen tried his best, he still fell into disadvantage immediately.

The dragon's head dissipated in an instant, dozens of dragon scales turned into ashes, and the indestructible Yuan Qi shield also shattered after a little resistance.

On the other hand, the countless sharp crescents, although the number of them gathered and decreased in the explosion, and even lost their moon shape, there were still a few that came out of the distorted space, and the next second they directly bombarded Zhang Mochen's chest.

Zhang Mochen suddenly flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and after falling hard, he left scratches on the ground for more than ten meters before he stabilized.

A mouthful of hot blood spurted out, Zhang Mochen lowered his head slightly, and received a punch from Song Qingzhu's chest, at this time it was already a blur of flesh and blood, and Bai Sensen's ribs could be vaguely seen.

"The middle-level Yuan Master is really not easy to deal with. Forcibly enduring the sharp pain of the skin and flesh, Zhang Mochen looked at each other horizontally, and a mouthful of blood foamed out.

Li Fengying's attack was already a remnant, but it made the fleshy Zhang Mochen suffer a big loss, the gap between the middle-level Yuan Master and the Novice Yuan Master was by no means a level difference on the surface, but a huge disparity between heaven and earth in terms of fierceness.

Staring at Li Fengying, who continued to chase and kill, Zhang Mochen frowned, just wanted to urge the earth yuan force, but quickly gave up this idea, now he doesn't have an earth attribute technique, he can only use pure power, Li Fengying will not give him a chance to fight hand-to-hand at all.

After thinking about it, the Fengyue Sword hit again, and Zhang Mochen rolled around on the spot, dodging the mighty sword qi, but a wisp of green silk fluttered in the wind, and finally fell gently into the mud.

Zhang Mochen didn't get up, and with an angry shout, the yellow Yuanli shield appeared again. While the shield roared out, Zhang Mochen pressed his center of gravity to the lowest and followed closely.

The Fengyue Sword slashed down in the air, instantly shattering the Yuanli shield, and Li Fengying immediately turned around and slapped his palm behind him who seemed to be only air.

"Bang!"

With a huge muffled sound, Zhang Mochen flew upside down again, and the blood mist scattered a large patch in the air.

Although it was difficult to get close to Li Fengying's body, Zhang Mochen still wanted to try, and strength must be his advantage. I wanted to use the shield as a shield to resist and take the opportunity to attack from behind, but I didn't expect to be recognized by Li Fengying.

"Your strength is terrifying, but I'm not stupid enough to fight you. Li Fengying looked at Zhang Mochen, who was on one knee in the distance, and said with a sneer.

With his own strengths to overcome the enemy's shortcomings, Li Fengying is really an old fox.

"Bastard!"

Zhang Mochen scolded hatefully, but in the next second, the pair of sword eyebrows locked a few points, because Li Fengying didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, and pounced again with murderous energy.

"Roar!"

Zhang Mochen was just about to get up to resist, when an angry beast roar suddenly sounded in his ears, and then the purple and white figure of the miscellaneous hair appeared in the field of vision.

"Miscellaneous hair, come back quickly!", Zhang Mochen shouted urgently, with the strength of miscellaneous hair, he was not Li Fengying's opponent at all.

Seeing that Zhang Mochen had been hit hard, the miscellaneous hair was already furious, where could he hear the former's urgent drink, opened his bloody mouth, showed his sharp fangs, and pounced on Li Fengying.

You can die, but you can't kill Zhang Mochen.

"Roar!"

There was another roar in the sky, and the speed of the miscellaneous hair rushing forward became faster and faster, and the sharp tiger claws quickly became larger, like daggers glowing with cold light.

A jump, miscellaneous hair soared into the air, a strong momentum, a ferocious attack, full of the might of the beastmaster.

Seeing that the miscellaneous hair suddenly came out, Li Fengying temporarily gave up Zhang Mochen, and the Fengyue Sword slashed sideways in the air, and a surging vitality was thrown out.

"Brute, get out of here!"

A loud bang exploded, and the powerful vitality suddenly exploded after galloping in the air for a distance, and the constantly rippling aftermath of air blurred the surrounding airspace.

"Straggling!"

A miserable roar came from the turmoil, Zhang Mochen's face was pale, but he just wanted to rush out, and he stopped again, because in the pair of eyes that were completely occupied by worry, the purple and white miscellaneous hairs roared out and rushed out.

"Brute, the skin is quite hard. "The miscellaneous hair that had just broken through to the second order, Li Fengying didn't pay attention to it at all, and with a cold reprimand, a more fierce vitality was thrown out to the blade of the sword.

The black-red beast blood completely soaked the fur, and the wisps were tightly glued together, and in that explosion, the miscellaneous hair was not lightly injured, but there was no trace of fear in the cold beast pupils, roaring and roaring, and continued to rush towards Li Fengying.

"Bang!"

The miscellaneous hair screamed, and the huge tiger body was suddenly shaken away, and the tiger head engraved with the 'king' son was even more fleshy, and blood poured down like rain.

Looking at the miscellaneous hair that fell to the ground, Zhang Mochen's heart was like a knife, and when his eyes fell on Li Fengying who was forced to kill again, he suddenly became angry, his eyes were bloody, and he was red.

The fists were clenched together, the teeth were gritted, Zhang Mochen stared at Li Fengying fiercely, and the murderous aura in the sky made the latter can't help but be smart.

"Zhang Mochen, I said, today, you must die!" Li Fengying froze, and the Fengyue Sword was once again surrounded by a strong yellow vitality.

"Really?" Zhang Mochen grinned at the corner of his mouth and sneered, but this smile looked very hideous under the background of the flurry hair and red pupils.

Killed Jiang Yuan angrily, fought Song Qingzhu fiercely, and fought a few more moves with Li Fengying, Zhang Mochen's yuan power reserves almost dried up.

However, the somewhat tired multicolored flowing beads, at this time, under Zhang Mochen's desperate urging, spun rapidly again, and the violent backlash brought by this extreme squeezing yuan force made him can't help but squirt out a mouthful of blood.

The surging vitality continued to erupt, with Zhang Mochen as the center and rotating rapidly, looking like a careful yellow storm from a distance.

The small storm was extremely manic, which made Li Fengying's heart tighten slightly, and the pace of forcing away also stopped.

However, it wasn't over yet, as Li Fengying's face became more and more solemn, the small storm continued to expand, and even swept up all the surrounding objects, including the huge beast corpses.

Zhang Mochen's movement made the fierce battlefield suddenly quiet, and the eyes cast by them were full of consternation and even fear.

Li Fengying subconsciously took a few steps back, and the strong coercion on his face made him have to push his whole body's breath to the extreme to resist.

The storm was still intensifying, and a moment later it rose into the sky, and the dark clouds on the top of the sky were suddenly extremely disordered, and the next second, they condensed into a black vortex.

The vast whirlpool rotated slowly, and lightning and thunder appeared and disappeared, as if the world was apocalyptic. And in the center of that whirlpool, a vigorous aura gradually emerged,

Zhang Mochen, who was at the low end of the hurricane, was extremely hideous, and slowly stretched out his index finger under the frightened gaze of everyone.

"Boom"

The loud sound of the landslide cracking, a giant finger, like a pillar of heaven, slowly fell from the whirlpool, the speed was extremely slow, but it was impossible to dodge, this was a complete breath suppression.

"Xuan-level advanced exercises, how is it possible?" Li Fengying's face was shocked, the giant finger on the top of his head made him feel an unprecedented crisis, and even the blood veins of his whole body gradually condensed under this majestic pressure.

"Die!"

Zhang Mochen in the hurricane let out a heart-rending roar, and the slowly descending giant finger suddenly fell sharply with this roar, and the whistling sound of breaking the wind exploded in everyone's ears like an explosion.

At this moment, the space is distorting and the earth is trembling.

One finger to open the mountain.