"What do you mean by that?!"

Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan stared at Zhang Liang with a cold expression, this young man was surrounded by all the troops, and he was able to talk and laugh like this, either he was too conceited, or he had amazing hole cards.

Zhang Liang smiled evilly and said, "I mean... You, like Tianjun Xi Ying, both think very highly of themselves, and I'm afraid the end will be almost the same. ”

"The Heavenly Monarch should..."

Zhao Deyan muttered in a low voice, then his eyes froze, and said, "What do you mean... The man in black that night was Tianjun Xi Ying?"

"The magic handsome is really smart, but if he is too smart, he is often easy to be killed!"

Zhang Liang looked at Zhao Deyan, his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and there were more and more Turkic soldiers around him, firmly surrounding him.

"Kill yourself!"

Zhao Deyan snorted coldly, used his internal force to suck a diamond-shaped cone-shaped spear in the tent, and stabbed Zhang Liang who was standing in the middle with his backhand.

"It's good to come!"

Zhang Liang laughed loudly, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and the sword exuded a cold chill, and collided with the spear.

The two of them each took half a step back and glanced at each other with a slightly awe-inspiring expression.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Deyan stepped on the grass, his figure suddenly accelerated, and the spear in his hand stabbed out even more frantically, turning into a gun shadow in the sky.

Zhang Liang has never underestimated the strength of this demon commander, he used his swordsmanship to show his cold ice strength, turned into an ice curtain, blocked the shadow of the spear in the sky, and then slashed down forcefully, slashing towards the figure immediately behind.

Zhao Deyan was suddenly startled, the spear in his hand was actually separated, connected by an iron chain as thin as a tail finger, and he threw himself around the long sword in Zhang Liang's hand, wanting to take it away.

Zhang Liang's eyes froze, and he thought in his heart that this was the ever-changing diamond gun that the other party relied on to become famous, and it could really be soft or hard, and it was impermanent.

He snorted coldly, and the internal force of the Mixed Yuan Heaven and Earth Gong in his body poured into the body of the spear, and then the sword qi burst out, breaking the iron chain alive.

Later, Zhang Liang let go of the long sword, and a swirling force erupted, and the sword body continued to rotate, turning into an amazing sword light and shooting towards the demon marshal on the opposite side.

Zhao Deyan exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly withdrew the Variety Ling Spear, and after closing it, it was like a double hammer, protecting the long sword stabbed in the chest.

"Ding!"

A crisp voice sounded, Zhao Deyan was shocked back by the whirling force on the sword, and the long sword was also shocked out and fell steadily into Zhang Liang's hands.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan looked at Zhang Liang with a cautious face, the other party's internal strength was so deep, it was not weaker than him at all, and it was even much stronger!

Zhang Liang smiled bitterly: "Why, you all like to ask this question, okay, I will repeat it too, I am your young master!"

"Young master?!"

Zhao Deyan frowned slightly, and after a moment, he said in a cold voice: "Shi Zhixuan calls himself the Evil Emperor and agrees with the Six Paths of the Holy Gate, how can I, Zhao Deyan, ever submit to him, let alone his apprentice!"

At this time, he finally understood that this young man was actually a famous amorous son recently.

Zhang Liang seemed to have expected him to say this, and said nonchalantly: "I actually don't have much interest in this young master, but I am very interested in taking your life!"

"Arrogant junior!"

Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan snorted coldly, the weapon in his hand turned into a spear again, and after picking a spear, he stabbed at Zhang Liang.

At the same time, the surrounding Turkic troops no longer watched the battle, and took action one after another, interfering with the young man opposite the national division.

"Group battles, I'm sorry, I'm the best at dealing with this!"

The corners of Zhang Liang's mouth showed a hint of evil smile, and he operated the Mixed Yuan Heaven and Earth Gong, and performed the improved version of the Folding Flower Hundred Style.

The weapons that were stabbing at him shifted to the opposite side and stabbed at their own.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

.....

The sound of the weapon passing through the flesh was mixed with the sound of wailing.

However, everyone was horrified to find that these voices were made by their own people, and the young man who was besieged did not have the slightest damage at all, and was still fighting against the national teacher vigorously.

At this time, the demon marshal Zhao Deyan no longer hid his clumsiness, put away the variety of spears, and slapped the amorous son opposite with one palm.

Zhang Liang used the Yi Sword Sword Technique to dissipate the attacking palm power, and then couldn't help laughing, and said: "The Demon Shuai has finally used the martial arts at the bottom of the box, and the eighteen claws of the soul are really extraordinary!"

"Since you know the eighteen claws of the deity, let's die obediently!"

Zhao Deyan's eyes froze, he naturally recognized that the other party's swordsmanship just now was the Yijian swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that this disciple of Shi Zhixuan would actually learn all these martial arts!

Zhang Liang naturally would not die obediently, and at the moment when Zhao Deyan turned his palm into a claw and grabbed him, he cast a magic body technique, avoiding the sharp energy in it.

Eighteen claws of returning to the soul is Zhao Deyan's ability to press the bottom of the box, from the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, the Xuanwu four holy beasts for the name and evolved from the exquisite palm method, a total of eighteen styles, clumsy and clever, melodious and deep, flickering claws and palms, endless changes.

When facing off against him, Zhang Liang obviously felt a little pressure, and the opponent's strength was indeed higher than that of Tianjun Xiying.

Zhao Deyan sometimes used his palm, sometimes with his claws, constantly changing from the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu, and in an instant, the energy in front of the camp flew up, shaking the surrounding Turkic soldiers a lot, spitting blood, and his expression suddenly withered.

"Stand down!"

Seeing this scene, the Turkic general's eyes froze, and then he waved his sword and commanded.

The Turkic soldiers gradually retreated to three zhang away, looking at the two people who were constantly fighting in shock, they didn't expect the strength of the military division to be so strong, and the young man on the other side, obviously smaller than them, had such unfathomable martial arts!

The long sword collided with the palm and claw power constantly, making a piercing sound.

The more he fought, the more surprised the demon marshal Zhao Deyan became, this disciple of Shi Zhixuan, his martial arts had reached such a level, it was really incredible!

"Alright, it's time to finish!"

The corners of Zhang Liang's mouth smiled, and after a sword shook Zhao Deyan's palm, he put away his weapon, and then pointed out.

"Amazing!"

With a soft shout, an earth-shattering momentum descended on this piece of heaven and earth.

The surrounding Turkic soldiers only saw the young man pointing, and a ghostly light appeared in front of him, instantly approaching the military advisor opposite.

This finger is as fast as lightning!

Compared with Qingtian, the amazing god pays attention to fast, only fast is not broken, only fast is invincible!

In a panic, Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan frantically cast his eighteen claws of Soul Return, trying to block this finger, but he couldn't see how this finger approached him at all.

Before he could put out his palm, that finger had already struck, and it was about to fall on his forehead, and if it was hit, he would surely die!

"He Fangxiao is small, dare to spread wild in my Turkic!"

At this time, a heat wave suddenly hit and blasted towards Zhang Liang's back.