In the corner of the wall, the middle-aged man touched a piece of his eroded abdomen, where a large hole seemed to be broken like wax melting, and smiled strangely: "With your fists?

"Well, let's try my fist and see ...... Whose fist is hard!"

As he spoke, he staggered to his feet, pinched out a magic trick in his hand, and the blood mist in the room suddenly churned violently, surging towards his abdomen like a long whale sucking water.

Zhang Yuan's eyes froze, and the whole person pounced again, and the iron fist made a sound of air explosion, like a thunderbolt from the sky.

"Well done. The middle-aged man smiled, and a ball of intense blood suddenly turned into a hideous giant palm full of scales and bone spurs, with a wild and ancient demonic aura, swept towards Zhang Yuan, like a swatting fly, with a muffled sound, and the whole person slammed into the iron wall.

"The Tiger Demon Battle Heavenly Bones are still standing, how does it feel?" the middle-aged man smiled deeply.

Zhang Yuan struggled to get up, feeling the creaking of bones all over his body, and everywhere was a sharp pain, it was the first time since he had attained the Holy Communion that he had suffered such a blow on a physical level.

"The name sounds good, but compared to the name...... It's still weak!!"

Boom!!

His back was bent into a strong bow, and his fist was a sharp arrow that came out of the string, pulling out a long afterimage, which bombarded out like thunder, hitting the magic weapon that the other party hastily summoned, and directly smashing the magic shield into pieces.

"The Bull Demon bows his head to the mountain!"

A huge bull-headed phantom appeared out of thin air, as if it had collided with the power of ten thousand jun, and the two horns violently provoked Zhang Yuan, and flew out with a head, knocking the ceiling through a big hole, and flying straight into the air.

Zhang Yuan flipped in the air, unloading the unprecedented huge force, secretly frightened, without regret, he threw away a broken spirit shield, and summoned five magic swords in a row, shining with the spiritual light belonging to the five elements, and flew towards the hole in the ground with the momentum of increasing and destroying each other.

The gist of this method is to sacrifice five swords belonging to the five elements, and to cultivate them with soul power, so that they can unite the human sword, such as the arm to make the fingers, the deeper the connection between the person and the sword, the greater the power, and the increased combat power between the two will increase by geometric multiples, and in the end, the five swords will be turned upside down.

It's just that this technique is so difficult and obscure, if it weren't for Zhang Yuan's previous life and this life in the sword cultivation to reach the pinnacle realm, it would be impossible to enter the door in just two months, this is the first point.

Secondly, in the case of general sword cultivation, the soul power nourishes the flying sword, and the flying sword feeds the soul power, just at this stage, it takes more than a year to several years of water grinding kung fu to be able to command the flying sword to kill the enemy, and how strong is Zhang Yuan's divine soul? With the ability of the Yang God, he established a connection with only a trace of the micro-end, and it took a few days of effort to instruct Ruyi, which can be regarded as a bright spot in his waste material qualifications.

If the Sword Cultivation Sect knew about it, I am afraid that they would try their best to encircle him to get started.

The sword was in front, and the person was behind, and the five magic swords flew down through the air, flying towards the middle-aged demon cultivator with the fierce power of cutting gold and breaking jade, except for two that were blocked by the spirit shield, the other three directly penetrated his flesh and nailed it to the wall.

"Ho ho, the method of sword cultivation?" The middle-aged man didn't seem to feel pain, and said with interest, "The method is good, but the practice is not very good." ”

As soon as the blood and qi surged, the three magic swords were invaded by a force, and they were instantly disconnected from Zhang Yuan, as if they had lost their limbs, which made his soul tingle.

If it is replaced by ordinary sword cultivation, the flying sword that is cultivated with the strength of the divine soul is polluted, and the consequences are more serious than the loss of an arm, even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured, but for Zhang Yuan, this damage to the divine soul is no less than a drop in the bucket, whether it is the strong essence of the yang god or the nourishing power of the holy body to the divine soul, it only takes a few breaths to recover.

Seeing that he acted as if nothing had happened, the middle-aged man was a little surprised, he hadn't killed the sword cultivator, in the past, when dealing with such monks, he only had to try to destroy the magic sword to severely damage the other party, how could it be completely ineffective?

After Zhang Yuan saw that the magic sword was dirty, he was squeezed out of the opponent's body by an inexplicable force, and it fell to the ground with a clang, turning into scrap metal, but the three bowl-sized wounds healed rapidly under the tumbling blood mist, and his heart sank.

This person...... Can't you die?

The other party's unhurried appearance made him faintly have a bad premonition, and he was hesitating whether to sacrifice the talisman that sealed the Jindan monk's blow, when he suddenly saw that the middle-aged monk seemed to have noticed something, and said with a stunned expression: "You are still in the condensation period?

Zhang Yuan kept his face calm and didn't say a word, and successively sacrificed ten talismans of the foundation realm to attack the other party, lightning and thunder, ice and fire sparks, and the person was smashed into a mess, but he recovered strangely under the effect of blood mist.

The man didn't block or dodge, as if he didn't pay attention to this attack at all, but said in disbelief: "Ho...... Ho ho, I was ruined by a condensing junior! I know you, you are the kid who killed Ma Lu raised by this seat, ho ho!"

"Ruined my hard work, the old man hasn't settled accounts with you yet, and you still came to the door to ruin my big thing! When did an ant in the condensation period dare to be so rampant? Is the world changing, or is the heavens despairing me?"

"Who gave you the guts???

With a loud shout, there was a loud explosion above his head, and a giant fist phantom full of long hair destroyed the Yanqing Palace on the ground, blasted through the ground, and hit directly into the basement, hammering on the top of Zhang Yuan's head who was caught off guard.

The ape demon struck the earth and refused to obey the sky!

The power of this blow blasted Zhang Yuansheng into the ground, revealing only his head and two hands that were held above his head and withstood this earth-shattering blow!

Ten fingers were broken, wrist bones were fractured, arm bones were misaligned, and even the Holy Body could not support it.

If it were another monk, wouldn't it turn into minced meat?

Burst!

Zhang Yuan's throat was sweet, a mouthful of stuffy blood spurted out, his face was as white as paper, but his eyes became sharper and sharper, he lost his luck in his heart, and without hesitation, he immediately sacrificed a golden pill-level talisman, the golden talisman paper floated in the air, burning rapidly, and the terrifying power contained in it made the middle-aged man's pupils shrink sharply!

In the blink of an eye, the rune paper turned into flying ashes, but the scribbled handwriting of the pen and snake on it still existed, as if standing by nothing, and then shining with clear light, the handwriting was like a road mark, quickly distorted and changed, turning into a fierce sword intent, as if it wanted to cut the sky and the earth, and destroy the middle-aged man!

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