As the huge roar dissipated, there was not a single grass growing within a few tens of meters around Zhang Muyang and Na Dry Fish, whether it was a dead tree or a hard bluestone slab, all of them turned into powder under the collision of these two energies.

And Monk Fangzheng and the others, although they tried their best to resist, and Zhang Muyang took care of them, but after all, their strength was not good, the difference was too big, under this majesty, they all spat blood on their mouths like chaff, and among these people, except for Dai Changsheng, who had long been in a coma and now didn't know whether to live or die, Ling Bing's complexion was a little better, but it was definitely not much better.

At this time, the monk Fangzheng and Chong Xudao looked at each other, thinking that they had also tried to do it with Zhang Muyang, thinking that although they were not as good as Zhang Muyang, they were not far behind, and now when they looked at it, they knew that this was someone else's mercy, just to play with you, the gap between them, to say that the difference between them is not to take care of their face, if Zhang Muyang really wants to deal with a few of them, maybe it is just a gesture of raising his hand, they will all have to stop eating.

Their eyes looking at Zhang Muyang are now full of bitterness and happiness, the bitter thing is that in this life, they may never be able to catch up with Zhang Muyang, they can only look at his back and live in the shadow of Zhang Muyang, and fortunately, now that Zhang Muyang is here, they can temporarily save their lives, fortunately, they have the direction of cultivation, they are not confused on the road, and they no longer know where they can go next. This is both sad and lucky.

And Ling Bing is different, her eyes when she looks at Zhang Muyang are full of love, for this man, she has already loved him to the bone marrow, with him, everything is fine.

Seeing Zhang Muyang and Drought Fish in a life-and-death battle, she struggled to go up and help, but unfortunately her cultivation was too low to help at all, Ling Bing had never once hated her cultivation for being weak, when Zhang Muyang needed help, she could only watch the battle from the sidelines, and even caused Zhang Muyang to be distracted and take care of her.

"Muyang!"

Ling Bing shouted in a low voice, and the "Nirvana Xuangong" in her body suddenly rose, several times faster than her usual operation, and the coercion of the drought was also forced to break away by her at this time, and her realm even improved slightly.

However, none of them, including herself, noticed this, and all their attention was on Zhang Muyang and Na Qiang.

After the sword just now, the drought fish has understood that the reptile in front of him is not something that he can kill at will, the fairy sword in Zhang Muyang's hand can completely injure it, and the gourd hanging on his waist is what it must get, and gradually the drought fish looked at Zhang Muyang's eyes have changed. With another low roar, the marble actually began to transform, and a tuft of white hair suddenly appeared on its body, enveloping its entire body.

The white hair of the drought is not a simple object, but an object left by it when it evolved from the white zombie, it is extremely hard, attached to the body, and can completely shake the fairy sword in Zhang Muyang's hand.

At the same time, the coercion on its body burst up, approaching Zhang Muyang, under this coercion, Zhang Muyang could feel that a huge oppression rose in his body, and under this oppression, the strong Five Elements Aura in his body actually appeared slightly sluggish.

Powerful, powerful, this is the power that Jin Dan cultivation should have.

With the transformation of the drought, Zhang Muyang, who was holding a sword in one hand, grinned at the corner of his mouth, and the war intent in his chest soared, since his rebirth, he has never had such a pleasure, the stronger this drought, the more it can stimulate his fighting spirit, and the more exciting it can be.

Feeling the coercion coming from all directions, Zhang Muyang's face remained unchanged, and he even laughed, and the long sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the drought and laughed: "Happy, happy, worthy of being a beast in the Jindan period, let's come again." ”

After speaking, he drank lightly in his mouth, and suddenly a sword trick was played, and in an instant, the sword shadow was heavy, and the original long sword suddenly drew a sword shadow in the air, and the sword shadow and sword light were compiled into an overwhelming sword net, and it went towards the drought.

The drought's face was hideous, it was born early, and it saw that the sword net was overwhelming. With a roar, he didn't dodge or dodge, and slammed into the sword net that Zhang Muyang swung out.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the sword net broke, and the white hair on the body of the drought fish was also cut off by Zhang Muyang, revealing the body just now.

And after the drought fish hit the sword net, the drought fish smiled, but its smile was more eerie and terrifying, and then its body shook, and an afterimage emerged, and when everyone saw its figure clearly, it had already pounced in front of Zhang Muyang.

Facing the drought that suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhang Muyang's eyes shrank slightly, and he said in his heart that it was so ugly, even uglier than the same kind of people he had met in his previous life.

Although he complained in his heart, Zhang Muyang never dared to relax a little, it was definitely not a fun thing to be close to a drought who was extremely good at hand-to-hand combat and was also in the Jindan period, even if Zhang Muyang was not careful, he might be swallowed by this goods.

The fairy sword in his hand moved with his heart, snorted, and slashed away, and the fairy sword was full of sword qi and stabbed into the chest of the drought's head.

This is the cover door of the drought, the dartle raised its hand and waved, and continued to hit it with its arm and the fairy sword, and there was a muffled sound at the moment.

The fairy sword collided with the arm full of white hair, and the strength generated on it shook Zhang Muyang's wrists, and he almost didn't hold the fairy sword steady.

As if it was fine, he continued to raise his claws and grasp Zhang Muyang's chest, Zhang Muyang's face changed slightly, he stepped on his feet and stepped back.

He didn't expect that the white-haired armor of this drought was so hard, and it could actually resist the fairy sword, although it was his own lack of cultivation and could not use the full power of the fairy sword, but it was enough to show the hardness of the white hair on this drought fish.

Seeing that Zhang Muyang was about to retreat, the drought fish screamed indiscriminately, and he didn't know if it was mocking or something else, his body kept moving, and the white claws continued to move forward, grabbing Zhang Muyang's neck.

Fortunately, Zhang Muyang had extremely rich experience in fighting with people and demon beasts in his previous life, and he had also dealt with other droughts.

When the white claw of the drought fish stretched out, it lifted the white claw away in one fell swoop, and then the fairy sword turned around, retracted at a strange angle, and stabbed at the door of the dry fish chest mask again.

"Bang!"

There was another crisp sound, and the white claws of the drought fish collided with Zhang Muyang's fairy sword again. Zhang Muyang only felt that his right hand holding the sword was almost unconscious this time, and then there were bursts of sharp pain.

His tiger mouth has faintly oozing bloodstains, this is Zhang Muyang, after the heavenly thunder quenched body and strong body, plus the cultivation of "Nine Turns Xuangong", for other monks, even if it is a Jindan period monk, the weapon in his hand is absolutely difficult to hold, if he is not careful, his wrist will be blown up.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Muyang did not have the slightest surprise on his face, but the corners of his mouth were bigger and his smile was thicker.

"That's right, that's right, look at me, brute. ”

Before the words fell, Zhang Muyang picked up the gourd on his waist with one hand, grabbed it in his hand, and slammed it towards the head of the drought.

(End of chapter)