It was another head-on confrontation without the slightest evasive action, Lei Hong's iron fist was impartial and hit the fat man's chest, and at the same time, a powerful impact came from his abdomen, which made the eyes that were getting stronger and stronger couldn't help but chill.

He took three or four steps back, smashed the hammer behind him, and with the help of the resistance of the ground, the fat man stabilized his retreating body.

Lei Hong also slammed his sword into the ground, but the tip of the sword that sank into the mud was pulled by inertia, and it slid backwards rapidly, and only stopped a few meters later.

Inertia is not controlled by its own strength, but someone behind it. Lei Hong, who stabilized his figure, looked sideways slightly, and a smile finally melted into a smile on his somewhat hideous face because of the fighting spirit.

"Good boy, there are two brushes!" Wipe the muddy water off his face, Lei Hong said excitedly. The duel between Zhang Mochen and Xiao Wan, he naturally saw it in his eyes, and the former's leapfrog kill really surprised him a lot.

"Uncle Lei, how are you?" Zhang Mochen smiled faintly and then asked seriously.

"It's fine, it's just that this fat man is a little tough. Tearing off a piece of clothing and quickly stabbing it diagonally on his chest, Lei Hong replied solemnly.

"It turned out to be you!" While Zhang Mochen and Lei Hong took the opportunity to rest, the fat man was also quickly treating the wound, but the pair of increasingly cold little eyes were staring at the front tightly.

Seeing that he was recognized by the fat man, Zhang Mochen grinned, "What's the matter?"

From the first time he saw this unfamiliar and delicate face at the Bounty Inn, in just a few dozen days, the hot fat man suffered a lot of losses on him. If the fat man knew that the person who killed several of his henchmen before was also the young man with a sneer on his face in front of him, I don't know how he would feel.

"I said, boy, did I sleep with your mother?, or did I kill your father?, and why did you oppose me three times and twice?" asked the fat man, spitting.

If you are an ordinary teenager, I am afraid that you will be furious long ago when you say this by the fat man, but Zhang Mochen is a young man after all, and he just smiled faintly at the question with obvious provocative charm in his ears, even if he was angry in his heart, he would endure it and let the enemy die without warning in the way of a poisonous snake.

"No, it's just that you are too fat, which affects the aesthetics of the master. Zhang Mochen replied while jokingly whispering something to Lei Hong. Although he couldn't hear the content clearly, judging from Lei Hong's solemn face, it should be extraordinary.

The hot fat man snorted coldly, he originally wanted to provoke Zhang Mochen to reveal his identity, but he didn't expect to be ridiculed, and the extremely vicious fleshy face sank a little more.

"Boy, I hope your bones are harder than my hammer!" With a wave of the hammer in the air, the aura of the high-level primordial scholar exploded again, and the half-squatting body of the fat man, like a cheetah lying in ambush in the grass, exploded at the prey in the next second.

"It's now!" Seeing that Lei Hong was still hesitating, Zhang Mochen shouted, and then stepped back with his right foot, like an arrow off the string, flying away.

The hot fat man in the rush did not hold on in the slightest, the last fight, he had learned the mysterious methods of the young man in front of him, as the Yuan Force surged wildly in his body, the pitch-black iron hammer had already been wrapped in a layer of rich yellow streamer.

The full force of the high-level Yuanshi struck, even the intermediary Yuanshi had to avoid its edge, not to mention Zhang Mochen, a hairy boy who had just stepped into the cultivation realm, but there was no trace of fear in those cold eyes, on the contrary, a chill burst out.

With a light shout, a pair of yellow circular shields appeared out of thin air, compared to the previous quiet standing, the shield under the current thrust galloped forward with Zhang Mochen's body.

Feeling the richer breath in the shield, the fat man's heart trembled slightly, it must be that dozens of days ago, the shield still looked like a void and could be broken by blowing.

However, it was only a slight tremble, and Zhang Mochen, who was a beginner elementary, was a humble ant in the eyes of the fat man after all.

Yuan Li poured a few more points, and with the roar of the fire fat man, the hammer swept away.

The loud crash sound instantly resounded in the sky above the rainy night, and the dazzling light produced by the fierce collision of vitality even illuminated the dim camp for a short time.

The shield immediately trembled violently, and in the next second, it didn't even produce a spider's web-like crack before it collapsed.

Compared with the fragility of the shield, although the yellow streamer on the hammer was much dimmer, the strength of the sinking did not decrease at all, and after smashing the shield at the waist, it blasted straight towards Zhang Mochen's chest.

"Die!" the fleshy face squeezed out a trace of viciousness, and the fiery fat man roared angrily.

"Poof......" spewed out a fishy hot mouthful, forming a cloud of blood mist in mid-air, and gradually blending into the violent night rain.

I wanted to be able to take a hard blow head-on with the strong body brought by the power of the earth element, but after all, I underestimated the strength of the high-level yuanshi, There were a few cracking sounds of ribs in my heart, and Zhang Mochen felt that his scalp was numb, and his eyes were black. However, there was a strange sneer on that extremely painful face.

The anger in his heart has not yet been released, and the fat man frowned and prepared to hammer again. But the hammer did not retract with the wrist, as if it were locked, and it could not be freed.

His eyes moved away with the handle of the hammer, and the fat man was shocked to find that the hammer head, which had already sunk slightly into the young man's chest, was now clasped by two slightly delicate palms.

The stunned gaze then moved upward. The wet black silk, the miserable white face, and the weird sneer, even if he is a high-level scholar, at this moment, his back can't help but feel a little cool.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" After a short period of stunnedness, he forcibly endured the inexplicable fear in his heart, and the fat man kicked Zhang Mochen violently in the lower abdomen.

However, the right leg that had just been lifted suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and slowly fell down after a while. The ferocious eyes of the fiery fat man gradually became loose as a section of the tip of the sword suddenly pierced out of his chest, and the fat body slowly knelt down.

A stream of heat flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and the fat man slowly looked back, but in his eyes was Lei Hong's cold face, even though he was unwilling, he was powerless to return to the sky.

As Ice Blade's blade swirled around his chest, the Fat Man finally opened the door of his throat, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and a moment later collapsed into the blood-red mud.

Quickly withdrawing the sword back, Lei Hong rushed over with an arrow step, and hugged Zhang Mochen, who was already paralyzed in the air.

Under the night sky, the wind was still wringing and torrential rain, and although it was early summer, it brought a chill in the high mountains and dense forests. However, this chill is not as cold as half of Lei Hong's heart at this moment.

The dragons were leaderless, and the defeat was like a mountain. The death of the fat man made the members of the Divine Ape Regiment, who were already at a disadvantage, throw away their weapons one after another and give up their resistance to inaction.

Although some of them were taken away by Jiang Yuan and Qiu He, there were also forty or fifty members of the group who stayed behind, except for a few ordinary martial artists, the rest were genuine yuan. However, it was this group of people with extraordinary strength, but because of the haste to meet the battle, after being killed by a tragic attack, only a pitiful thirteen people remained, who were squatting in a small corner with their heads in their hands at the moment.

Compared with the Divine Ape Regiment, although the thirty-seven people brought by Lei Hong also suffered casualties, they were not too heavy. In addition to the five seriously wounded, sixteen or seventeen people were tightly surrounding the captives at this moment.

"Kill them all!" Because of grief and hatred, Lei Hong's eyes gradually became extremely cold, and after a while, a vicious sentence squeezed out from between his teeth.

Surrender is not simply about throwing away your weapons. The only thirteen people left in the Divine Ape Regiment were all top masters in the past, but now they have become lambs to the slaughter because of the complete collapse of the psychological defense line. Even if Lei Hong gave the order to kill, they seemed to have forgotten their instinctive resistance.

After a burst of screams and screams, the reason occupied by hatred finally came to his senses, Lei Hong picked up Zhang Mochen on his back, swept his eyes around, and then shouted loudly: "Lift the corpse, support the wounded, and withdraw!"

As the last figure disappeared from the gate, the camp of the Divine Ape Regiment under the storm finally fell silent. It's just that the small ravines on the ground that have been washed by the rain are full of reddish muddy water.

......

In the secret room of the Zhang family, Zhang Tianchi looked at it with some surprise.

"Fourth sister, why didn't I know that our family still had this place?" After a while, Zhang Tianchi asked curiously.

Zhang Tianbing smiled slightly and did not speak, but handed a piece of clothes covered with blood characters to Zhang Tianchi.

"What is this?" While casting a puzzled look at Zhang Tianbing, he slowly opened the corner of his clothes, but soon, the plain face became angry, "Damn, Zhang Tianluan, Lao Tzu fought with you." ”

Throwing the bloody clothes on the ground, Zhang Tianchi was about to break out of the door in the next second, but was pulled by Zhang Tianbing.

"Stop, aren't you sending to death?" Zhang Tianbing regretted letting this grumpy third brother know the news, "Right now, the life and death of the second brother is unknown, we can't act recklessly, otherwise the family will really be destroyed in the hands of you and me." ”

"Then what should I do? Do you really want to hand over the family to Zhang Tianluan as Mo Chen said?" Zhang Tianchi sat down angrily, his chest rising and falling violently, coupled with his flushed face, obviously moved by real fire.

"Third brother, if the second brother is really gone, who will pick up the patriarch?" Knowing that Zhang Tianchi was a powder keg and couldn't be persuaded to come, Zhang Tianbing simply changed the topic and asked.

"Of course it's ink dust!" Zhang Tianchi said with a glare.

"Then you still don't listen to Mo Chen, do you want to resist the order?" Zhang Tianbing asked as soon as his tone changed.

"I ......" The words were blocked in his throat, and Zhang Tianchi slammed his fist on the table, "Hey, okay, okay, I listen to you, but I can't swallow this breath!"

Seeing that Zhang Tianchi controlled his anger, Zhang Tianbing finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the former's side, patted his shoulder and said: "We have to believe in Mo Chen, just like Mo Chen's letter said, today's humiliation will be ten times more revenge in the future!"

Nodding solemnly, Zhang Tianchi slowly moved his eyes and met Zhang Tianbing's eyes, but the eyes of the two of them were completely occupied by an infinite chill.