Suddenly, a tiny drop of water shot out of the cloudy gray mist.

It is so small that it can even be ignored, but Wang Bei's eyes were fixed, but he recognized this water droplet, which was the last time Zhang Chenyang and Yang Shu fought, and the mysterious secret weapon that destroyed Yang Shu with one move, was extremely powerful.

Although he was aware, Wang Bei's body couldn't keep up with his thinking.

The water droplets slashed through the air, and when they were very close to Wang Bei, they suddenly burst open, instantly generalizing into hundreds of fierce bursts of gray energy, like a machine gun crashing.

Wang Bei was suddenly hit by the strong momentum in passing, and the whole person flew backwards until he collapsed a wall.

Everyone was surprised, they all couldn't guess what kind of secret weapon it was, it would have such great power, and Yin Sheng and the white-haired old man's eyes were also filled with surprise.

But Zhang Chenyang knew that Wang Bei's physical body was strong, and he could not be destroyed by idle means, so he walked quickly, turned into several phantoms, and immediately rushed to the place where Wang Bei was pressed by masonry.

The merger of the two fingers was a set of mysterious swordsmanship, with a deep cold and incomparably cold aura, shooting quickly, and I saw that Zhang Chenyang's ten drops of underworld water that had skyrocketed because he had broken through to the extreme of heaven and man were one drop less, and they were scattered into a majestic energy like internal qi and shot out at his fingertips.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't expect Zhang Chenyang to be so ruthless, his opponents were all crushed by the collapsed masonry, and he was still chasing after him so relentlessly.

However, the messy pile of masonry was suddenly rolled up.

Wang Beiqian jumped up, his figure was as fast as the wind, as if practicing a sword, constantly provoking the masonry with the sword body, the tip of the sword, etc., although the sword moves were messy, but they were in an orderly manner, sweeping away the piles of masonry like a burst of sword qi, and resisting Zhang Chenyang's agitated fingertip sword qi with similar means.

Every sword qi can pierce through a piece of masonry, and the power is indeed incomparable.

Zhang Chenyang, who was frowning, suddenly stepped forward, and his left hand, which had not been used, condensed into a sword finger with the same momentum, and a sword qi that was extremely strong burst out like a giant sword, ignoring all obstacles and frantically marching towards Wang Bei's own figure.

Wang Bei's eyes froze and trembled, but he didn't have any good blocking skills.

Suddenly, his hand holding the sword froze, and he withdrew the sword behind him, and the thick sword qi arrived in front of Wang Bei's eyes like coming to the door.

Just when everyone thought that Wang Bei was about to be hit by that sword qi, Wang Bei's hand holding the sword suddenly threw it violently, and the demon spirit flying sword spun into a fan, and it was drawn against the direction of the sword qi when it came.

Use the sword of the entity to reverse the sword qi of the void.

As soon as the two touched, they made a snorting sound, but unfortunately, if they were replaced with other swords, they might be shaken open due to lack of stamina, but Wang Bei's sword was a magical flying sword.

The Demon Spirit Flying Sword, which gradually returned to self-mastery, instantly burst into a fierce aura, and the path that was slightly suppressed suddenly rushed away, and it was as unstoppable as a killing god, and the heavy sword qi could not suppress the sword spirit power of the Demon Spirit Flying Sword at all, and it was cut off in an instant.

The rotating sword body suddenly froze, and the rotating tip of the sword was aimed at Zhang Chenyang's location, and it immediately shot out with a loud bang.

Wang Bei's steady pace had already guessed this scene, and he attacked Zhang Chenyang at the same time as the flying sword.

The white-haired old man's eyes suddenly froze, touched his beard that had been shaved to the root of his beard, and said in surprise: "Demon Spirit Flying Sword, this kid has such a good chance." ”

But in a blink of an eye, the white-haired old man remembered the agreement, if Wang Bei won, wouldn't it mean that he would lose Ni Yunhan, a good embryo, and go to collect Zhang Chenyang, the old man's face turned black in an instant, and he didn't want to lose Ni Yunhan, a talented disciple.

Thinking of this, the old man was ruthless, his seemingly hunched body was secretly straightened, and the hands behind him suddenly clenched, his body shook slightly, and an extremely fast light and shadow that no one could see rushed to Zhang Chenyang's back.

Not to mention the ordinary people in the field, even Yin Sheng didn't notice this anomaly.

Zhang Chenyang suddenly felt that there was a force behind him supporting his retreating body, and it instantly turned into a flowing breath that penetrated his muscles and bones.

Others may not recognize what this is, but the well-informed Zhang Chenyang recognized it in an instant, and his eyes were suddenly full of resentment and secretly glanced at the white-haired old man, but he didn't expect that he would rather give up part of his divine thoughts to strengthen Zhang Chenyang's body and cultivation in a short time, so that he could win this battle rather than accept him into the sect, how could this not make Zhang Chenyang full of resentment.

"Well, in that case, I'll see if the power you gave up can help me defeat him. ”

Wang Bei released the demon spirit flying sword, and the flexible flying sword began to fight at the same time, soft fist method, spiral punch, mourning wind array and other moves He mastered the boxing technique to coerce Zhang Chenyang's left side, and the flying sword held his right side, just like two to one, the battle instantly became a lot lighter.

Zhang Chenyang is getting more and more difficult to deal with, and there are gradually loopholes between moves, no wonder, after all, the Demon Spirit Flying Sword is equal to the strong combat power of a high-star war master, and it can also compete with the big demon, but it is not an existence that can be easily ignored, plus a Wang Bei, no matter how strong he is, it is difficult to show it.

Suddenly, Zhang Chenyang's fist changed color for a while, and his fists instantly turned gray-black as if they were necrotic, only to see his left fist swing suddenly, pushing off the fast attacking demon spirit flying sword, and making up a punch to shake it away.

Zhang Chenyang smiled suddenly, and then turned his eyes to look at Wang Bei, and the next target was him.

Wang Bei's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect Zhang Chenyang's fist to become so heavy, he took a few steps back, his hands swinging back and forth, and maintained an extremely deep posture to respond to Zhang Chenyang's attack.

There was a hint of hatred in Zhang Chenyang's eyes, and he unexpectedly remembered Wang Bei very clearly, because there will be many things related to both sides in the future, but that's why he hates the person in front of him very much, that is, he has influenced his eldest brother's life, such a character, how could Zhang Chenyang not remember it.

There were only six drops of underworld water left in his body that exploded one after another, and all the power was added to his fists, and the gray-black aura became more and more intense, although this would affect his future cultivation, but at this moment, Zhang Chenyang couldn't care so much, he was bound to destroy the person in front of him in one fell swoop, and let out a good sigh of anger for his eldest brother Zhang Chaoyang.

The powerful momentum converged into the two fists, and the fist, which was as heavy as a lead block, slammed into Wang Bei's chest with an instant, but it was so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye for a while.

Everyone looked at each other with a little horror.

Wang Bei's defense was not able to be penetrated directly, feeling the impact from his chest, according to Zhang Chenyang's assumption, he should have screamed in pain, and then died immediately and couldn't die anymore, so it was in line with the script.

But unexpectedly, Wang Bei thought about it and stared at Zhang Chenyang who was leaning on his chest, and said strangely: "It doesn't seem to hurt?"