The world in front of him seemed to sense something, and a blue curtain appeared, and when the curtain gradually disappeared, tens of thousands of demon armies appeared behind them. Its soldiers are strong and strong, the weakest cultivators are all in the Gathering Spirit Realm, the worst generals are also in the Rongtong Realm, and there are even generals who have directly reached the Tongshen Realm.

And Wang Yang is still in the Swimming Qi Realm, with a maximum difference of three realms, and this battle looks like how to fight and lose.

However, Wang Yang was not afraid, Huo Ran got up, the soles of his feet were windy, his body was like a shock, like a thousand hands, and the little red dart squeaked and sparkled.

The person is small and has a big aura, and his body is as light as a hong, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Yang is already in the enemy's army, and the enemy falls silently everywhere he goes.

Flying knives are as fast as lightning, each flying knife does not stop after killing one person, and flies quickly towards another person at a very fast speed and the angle of the drill, and a flying knife is enough to kill more than a dozen people.

New flying knives continued to shoot out from Wang Yang's hands again. Suddenly, knives flew all over the sky, like thousands of fluttering butterflies, and these butterflies quickly and gently slashed through the neck of the enemy, killing them with a single sword.

Suddenly the enemy was crushed and blood flowed.

Wang Yang walked with strange ripples, moving left and right, up and down, skillfully and accurately dodging the enemy's attacks again and again.

The leader of the enemy army was furious and once again commanded the army to change its formation, but no matter how it changed, it could not trap Wang Yang, but further expanded the losses.

The leader of the enemy army had no choice but to show his hole cards, personally lead the elite troops into battle, and cooperate with the black army to eliminate Wang Yang in one fell swoop.

When Wang Yang was dealing with his subordinates, they secretly sneaked into the attack range and formed a strange formation, at this time, all the elites and leaders suddenly worked together, forming a huge bell spirit, which quickly shrouded Wang Yang.

When Wang Yang found out, it was already late, the giant bell was like a shadow, Wang Yang could not avoid it, and was shrouded in it.

The leader and the elite worked again, and the bell emitted bursts of sound waves, these superimposed sound waves were extremely lethal, and they had surpassed the power of the Divine Realm, and attacked Wang Yang at an extremely fast speed.

Wang Yang suddenly had a splitting headache, his eyes were full of stars, and he gradually lost consciousness.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, sweating like rain, and at this time it suddenly occurred to him that the highest realm of the Thrilling Dou Zhuan could transfer the opponent's attack energy, and if he could transfer more than half, Wang Yang was confident that this bell would no longer be able to trap him.

Thinking of this, every part of Wang Yang's entire body stimulated his potential, and his luck turned .......

The tremendous energy of the enemy army flowed quickly on Wang Yang's body at a wonderful angle, and flowed at an extremely fast speed to the outside of the bell, to the leader of the Gong.

Seeing that Wang Yang was trapped, the leader was getting carried away, laughing, and suddenly a powerful energy attacked him, and the demon leader was frightened and caught off guard, and was instantly knocked to the ground, his chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood spat on the ground.

Wang Yang exercised again, his whole body glowed, and the energy continued to rebound back to the bell, and the bell that lost its owner was hit, only to hear a bang, and the bell was instantly shattered.

The demon elites suffered a lot of backlash, and they were all sluggish, and the corners of their mouths were bleeding.

Wang Yang took the opportunity to fly towards them, the flying knives were like arrows off the string, these elites didn't have time to react, the main artery in their necks had been severed, and blood flowed.

Wang Yang flew down again, and with a delicate and powerful turn, a flying knife had already shot out, flying towards the demon leader extremely fast.

The demon leader's face turned pale and he hurriedly dodged, but the flying knife seemed to come to life, and it was extremely fast.

The demon leader was helpless and reached out to catch the throwing knife.

At this time, the demon leader was overjoyed and grabbed the throwing knife, but before the smile could begin, the demon leader suddenly froze, and then the blood flowed profusely.

Only then did the demon leader realize that what he had caught was only the afterimage of the dart, and the real dart had already slit his throat and flew to the next target at great speed.

With the demise of the extremely elite troops of the demon leader, the initiative in the war was completely in the hands of Wang Yang.

Wang Yang made a beautiful turn and pounced on the remaining demon army like a vicious tiger pounced.

After a while, the black-pressed army turned into nothingness.

Wang Yang looked at his palms excitedly, and a sense of pride arose spontaneously.

Suddenly, Wang Yang felt that his head was getting more and more painful, and he felt that the world was spinning, no matter how much he tried to resist, it was to no avail, and slowly, Wang Yang lost consciousness.

When Wang Yang woke up, he found that he was still in the original deep water cold pool.

Feeling that everything that happened just now was so dreamy, Wang Yang calmed down, searched his mind carefully, and sure enough, he found that "Ripple Micro Steps", "Shocking Fighting", "Thousand Hands Saint King", these three books, his footwork, body method, and technique, have reached an unprecedented height, all of which made Wang Yang believe that it was the Thousand Hands Saint King who took him to a magical place and taught him his own unique knowledge.

No matter what his identity is, in the face of the teacher who helps him and preaches and teaches, Wang Yang has great respect and bows three times to the front.

Taking advantage of his strength at this time, Wang Yang then dived into Hantan again, kept cultivating, succeeded, dived again, cultivated again, succeeded again, and so on.

After decades of hard training, he finally reached the peak state of the ninth layer of swimming qi.

At the same time, Wang Yang's ripples and swaying, the Thousand-Handed Saint King also reached an astonishing height.

However, even so, Wang Yang still couldn't reach the bottom of the cold pool, let alone touch the legendary treasure.

I've been cultivating for so many years, and I don't know how much time has passed outside, and I don't know what changes the outside world has undergone. Wang Yang couldn't help but worry.

At this time, the little cat on the shore, whose paws suddenly lengthened a lot like rubber bands, stretched directly into the depths of Tan Shui, and pulled Wang Yang out.

For such a way of appearance, Wang Yang is angry and does not fight, but he is helpless, just by grabbing it just now, Wang Yang can feel that it is definitely not the strength that he can compete with at present, and he can only swallow his anger.

The cat glanced at him arrogantly and said lazily, "Not convinced?"

Wang Yang swallowed his saliva, glanced at him and said, "No." ”

The kitten laughed and said, "It's better not to, otherwise, you kid will suffer." ”

The kitten paused, then said, "Now that my mission is complete, you should go out and have a look." ”

After finishing speaking, it was gone, Wang Yang looked left and right, and finally found that the lone book on his chest was back. No matter how I called him or hit him, there was no response.

Wang Yang looked at the beautiful scenery of the original ecology around him, and he was really a little reluctant, but the responsibility told him that he couldn't stay.

Wang Yang unfolded the Kunpeng method, and his speed now is many times happier than before.

Familiar with the road.

After a while, Wang Yang appeared at the entrance of the Chuyue Cave.