After the fluctuation of the Yuan Force that crushed the space, Zhang Mochen held a sword in his hand and swooped down from the trunk of the tree, directly approaching the fire fat man.

There are pursuers in the back, and interceptions in front, even if the fire fat man who is as flexible as a monkey is a little overwhelmed for a while.

But the hot fat man is not a fist embroiderer after all, after a short mistake, the next second, the hammer was swung again under the control of his right hand.

As the hammer volleyed a horizontal arc in the air, the breath of Yuan Force came out. In addition, it was already in the inertia of running fast, and the speed of the air wave was a little faster.

Although the speed was much faster, the energy contained in this Yuan Force Qi flow was not as good as before, and not even a single bear tooth was condensed. The previous fight with the unicorn beast, coupled with the pursuit of Lei Hong behind him, even though the fire fat man is still uninjured, the gold yuan power in his body is gradually depleted.

However, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse! Even if its power is greatly reduced, it is still much stronger than the oncoming fluctuations.

After a while, the two Yuan forces met in the air, like two wild horses that had escaped from the reins, slamming into each other.

With a muffled sound that resounded over the jungle, Zhang Mochen's face was slightly solemn as he swooped down, and his Yuan Force attack was completely dispersed after a little resistance, and the attack of the hot fat man still came with residual power.

Zhang Mochen, who was like a meteor descending sharply, his eyes sank, and the temporary Yuan Force controlled by his mind in the Heavenly Spirit Department was urged out again. With a soft shout, the blade danced flatly, and several yellow sword qi swished out.

After half a breath, the two Yuan forces collided in the air again, and compared with the muffled sound just now, the second head-to-head confrontation did not make much noise.

However, with the sound of the window paper being pierced, the power of the fire fat man's Yuan Force airflow was finally exhausted, like a thin cloud, pierced by the galloping arrows, leaving a few fog holes, and then dissipated.

Defuse the fire fat man's already weak attack, and Zhang Mochen's second round of attacks also disappeared out of thin air.

As Zhang Mochen galloped down, the two finally reached the distance of hand-to-hand contact, and the fat man finally saw the young man's face clearly, and the unfamiliar face that appeared in the Bounty Inn yesterday immediately appeared in his mind.

Although there is no grudge against this delicate mold in the past and no enmity in the near future, the latter's two consecutive shots are by no means child's play. The fiery fat man raised his eyebrows, raised the hammer, and smashed it at the young man above his head.

Feeling the whistling of the hammer, Zhang Mochen's eyes were serious, and he quickly put away the saber, blocking it horizontally on his chest, and with his lips squirming slightly, a yellow illusory shield appeared out of thin air.

In order not to reveal his identity, Zhang Mochen did not condense the "split" and "thorn" of the dragon's wild dance, but this last move "condensation" could not be disguised too much.

Because the yellow shield was a little illusory, and he was not familiar with the Zhang family, the fat man did not immediately recognize Zhang Mochen's identity. But the hammer with unrivaled strength still smashed on the shield impartially.

There was a sonorous sound of contradictory impact, and the yellow shield was instantly covered with small cracks like spider webs. The crack continued to spread, and under the angry shout of the fat man again, he finally couldn't resist the impact of the hammer, and suddenly cracked, like a broken glass, and the shards flew all over the sky.

Defeating the yellow shield, although the power of the hammer was weakened, it still smashed at Zhang Mochen's thin chest.

"Ding!"

With a piercing metal impact, Zhang Mochen suddenly felt a violent force coming from the blade, causing a dull pain in his chest.

Holding back the blood spray in his throat, Zhang Mochen flipped in the air, stretched his legs and then bent, kicking at the hot fat man, and at the same time, with the help of the counterforce, he withdrew his body backwards.

Faced with Zhang Mochen's sudden kick, the fat man quickly withdrew the hammer and blocked it in front of him. defused three attacks in a row, although he still didn't think of any intersection with this strange boy, but the latter's strength, the fat man already knew everything about it.

Seeing Zhang Mochen, who was reversing rapidly, the corners of the fat man's mouth couldn't help but raise their disdain. In his opinion, Zhang Mochen is undoubtedly a mantis arm blocking the car and killing himself.

Gripping the ground with both feet, he kept paddling backwards, compared to his slightly embarrassed figure, the shock in Zhang Mochen's eyes was the point.

"It's so strong!"

Zhang Mochen tried to stabilize the body of the backward shot, and at the same time stared at the hot fat man who was coming towards him.

Although he often discussed with his clansmen before, he was not serious after all, even the duel with Li Ziya in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was a little less ferocious between life and death. In the face of the fiery fat man whose Yuan power was gradually exhausted, even though Zhang Mochen was fully prepared, he was still amazed when he saw that his three-plate axe was easily dissolved.

"Every level is a chasm that is hard to bridge!"

Zhang Mochen sighed again, and his backward body finally stabilized, however, the fleshy face of the fat man with a sarcastic sneer was getting closer and closer to him.

stared coldly at the hammer that was lifted high again, even though Zhang Mochen, who had an extraordinary heart, his heart gradually became nervous!

Feeling that the Heavenly Spirit was empty, Zhang Mochen raised a wry smile. Without Yuan Li, that thin body, in front of the hammer that drank countless blood, became a weak paper man.

Seeing that Zhang Mochen was in deep crisis, Lei Hong's face was overjoyed, and after a deep sigh, he pushed his speed to the limit, and his feet rushed over as if he was flying close to the ground.

Feeling the sound of the wind breaking from the explosion behind his ears, the fat man frowned slightly, but he didn't turn his head, although the distance was getting closer and closer, it was enough for him to solve the ant Zhang Mochen first.

The fat man smiled hideously, the hammer that had already been ready to be launched smashed at Zhang Mochen again in the next second, perhaps because of saving yuan power, or thinking that it was a waste to kill Zhang Mochen with yuan force, and there was no yuan force lingering on the hammer.

The power of Yuan Li is missing, but this blow is by no means a fake handle, and the powerful crushing sound makes Zhang Mochen's brows lock a few points again.

"What should I do?"

Zhang Mochen asked himself anxiously, and at the same time, his divine sense was desperately investigating the heavenly spirit, hoping that there would still be a trace of yuan power in a corner.

Just when Zhang Mochen's face was disappointed, his heart suddenly shook, and although he didn't find a trace of remaining Yuan Force, he found a small purple ripple lying quietly on the edge of the Heavenly Spirit.

"I almost forgot you!" Zhang Mochen said secretly with joy as if he had won a treasure.

Feeling the instantaneous change in Zhang Mochen's expression, although the fat man was slightly shocked in his heart, the hammer that smashed violently did not stop, in his opinion, a beginner Yuan Shi could not turn up the big waves after all, and all means, in the face of the huge disparity in strength, were infatuated in vain.

Under the control of the mind, the quiet purple electric pattern suddenly became active, and after reaching restlessness in an instant, it finally prompted a shadowless and invisible spiritual power to burst out from the heavenly spirit.

The spiritual power quietly flew away to the fat man's mind, but for the latter, there was no abnormal fluctuation in the air except for the boy with a strange sneer in his eyes.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" the fat man said coldly, and the strength at his wrist gave a few more points, as if he would not give up if he did not smash Zhang Mochen into a meat patty.

However, in the next second, the fat man's pile of disdainful face suddenly stiffened, and in the small eye slits, the originally murderous pupils became dull, and a tingling sensation continued to spread from his mind, until every pore in his body. The hammer that was about to hit Zhang Mochen's head also stopped abruptly.

After all, the disparity in strength between the two sides is too great, and the spiritual perception of the hot fat man is closed, Zhang Mochen's spiritual attack did not cause much damage, and in less than a breath, the eyes of the hot fat man once again exuded an infinite murderous aura, probably because he was provoked by the plot, and the killing intent was even more vigorous.

The fat man, who regained control of his body, quickly pulled back the hammer that had lost its strength, and then lifted it high again and crushed it down.

Urging the spiritual attack was also a huge consumption for Zhang Mochen, and his delicate face at this moment was slightly pale, and the sweat was even more squeezing through the pores and slowly oozing out.

Facing the howling wind that came on again, Zhang Mochen ignored the strong sense of emptiness coming from his body, and once again used his mind to communicate with the purple electric patterns at the Heavenly Spirit.

However, after launching the attack, the restless purple electric pattern instantly died down, and finally lay motionless and quietly in the heavenly spirit, at this moment, no matter how Zhang Mochen urged, he remained motionless, like an exhausted old horse, and could no longer radiate the slightest vitality.

"Damn!"

The wind pressure is getting stronger and stronger, as if a fist is hitting his face hard, Zhang Mochen stares at him, and scolds in his heart.

Suddenly, the hammer that was about to smash overhead was raised violently, as if blocked by another iron weapon, and there was a crisp and piercing crashing sound. And after the impact, Lei Hong's lean figure was like an immortal descending to earth, and finally appeared in front of Zhang Mochen's eyes. Although the lightning spirit attack did not cause substantial damage to the fire fat man, the short blocking was enough to kill Lei Hong on the horse.

The three-edged sword that knocked the hammer away, accompanied by Lei Hong's cold drink, stabbed out in the next second.

At the same time as the sword head tore through the space and stabbed violently, the fire fat man's eyes tightened, and his body quickly retreated.

The two figures, one thin and one fat, exploded away from Zhang Mochen as if they were flying close to the ground. The sword swung at great speed, and the hammer danced wildly. In the rapid retreat, the hand-to-hand combat that was close at hand, although there was no color of Yuan Li, but every collision was a strong sinking and sparks splashing.

"Poof!"

The fat man's steady body finally fell backwards rapidly, and his fat body rubbed against the ground, and only stopped after breaking a big tree. It's just that there is a clear footprint on the chest that has already been red by the wound.

Quickly stabilizing his body, the fat man forcibly endured the squirting in his throat, but a trace of blood still flowed quietly from the corner of his mouth.

Viciously looked at Lei Hong, who was chasing after him, and after making a hateful poking sound in his mouth, the fat man threw his left arm and threw the unicorn cub out in front of him, and then fled without looking back.

Lei Hong quickly withdrew his sword blade, caught the cub, and looked at the back of the frantically fleeing not far away with a pair of cold eyes, but did not continue the pursuit.