"If I want someone else to die, no one can live!"

The black-robed man roared angrily, grabbed the black robe off his body, and put it in the space ring, revealing a black power suit. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, the black-robed man also showed his true face, with a knife-like face, distinct bones, a tall nose bridge, two deeply sunken eye sockets, if it weren't for a slightly pale face, how to look at it is also a handsome son's image.

To Zhang Yang's surprise, the black-robed man was crossed with several thick black iron chains, and a pungent smell of blood came from the chains.

"Strange weapon ......" Zhang Yang didn't dare to take it lightly when he saw this.

The black-robed man reached out and removed the chain from his shoulder, swung it in the air with ease, and then slammed it to the ground.

"Boom ......"

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and Zhang Yang even felt the whole earth tremble slightly. His brows furrowed, and Zhang Yang stared at the black-robed man cautiously.

"It's such a heavy chain, if it hits a person's body, it will definitely end up seriously injured! No wonder there is such a heavy smell of blood on it, I'm afraid there are not a few people who are killed by this chain......" Zhang Yang's heart was slightly cold, and he paid more careful attention to the black-robed man's every move.

The black-robed man stood there straight, holding one end of the chain in one hand and the other behind his back, his sunken eyes glowing with a terrifying fierce light.

"Boy, die!"

The black-robed man roared hoarsely, waved his arm lightly, and the iron chain on the ground "rattled", sticking to the ground and coming towards the serpentine shape, the chain emitted a black and faint light, and the pungent smell of blood became even stronger, as if a peerless murderous thing.

In the face of the flying iron chain, Zhang Yang took a few steps back, kicked the ground violently, flew over the iron chain, and took the black-robed man with a single sword.

The black-robed man's face did not change, and his wrist shook the iron chain, and the end of the iron chain was like an eye, raised high, swayed upward, and stabbed straight towards Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang's speed is very fast, the speed of the iron chain is even faster, Zhang Yang has been locked in the blink of an eye, and the pungent smell of blood instantly envelops Zhang Yang in it, and then turns into a series of strange energy to drill into Zhang Yang's mind, wanting to directly affect Zhang Yang's soul, impact his sea of consciousness, and let Zhang Yang defeat himself without a fight.

"Give me town!"

The sword soul in Zhang Yang's mind also emitted a faint black light, and the long sword hung high, standing in Zhang Yang's mind like a mainstay, suppressing all the strange energy that rushed into Zhang Yang's mind.

"Purify!"

The dragon soul on the sword soul roared, the golden light was scattered, and the supreme power was overwhelming, and it directly purified the strange energy suppressed by the sword soul.

In reality, Zhang Yang naturally gave up his plan to take the black-robed man directly, flipped his body in mid-air, and stabbed his sword at the top of the iron chain that caught up.

"Ding!" Zhang Yang only felt a huge force coming from the sword, shaking his arm numb, and his body flew backwards in the air.

Behind him was the black-robed man who was eyeing him, although the black-robed man had been standing there motionless, Zhang Yang didn't think he was just an ornament. The left hand hurriedly swung a sword towards the black-robed man, and a golden fan-shaped sword yuan rushed towards the black-robed man, and at the same time, Zhang Yang used the recoil power of this sword to land steadily not far from the black-robed man.

When Jian Yuan attacked, the black-robed man pulled the iron chain and waved it rapidly in front of him, and the iron chains in circles were piled up together, forming a circular defensive shield that blocked the flamboyant Jian Yuan.

The chain fell back to the ground, and the tip of it jumped again and again, like a living thing.

The black-robed man stared at Zhang Yang, his face calm.

"I think you still say it better!"

Zhang Yang didn't refute anything, and at this point, the verbal cheapness could no longer affect the desperate determination of both sides.

"Roar!" Zhang Yang roared at the black-robed man, and it turned out to be a shocking dragon roar.

"Dragon, hmph! I don't want to fly into the sky today!"

The black-robed man took a step forward suddenly, grabbed the middle of the chain with his other hand, and pulled it fiercely with both hands, splitting the chain in two. The black-robed man shook his arm slightly, and the iron chains were all wrapped around his arm, forming an arm guard.

The black-robed man stepped on the mysterious footwork, his figure was like a phantom, and he brought one afterimage after another to Zhang Yang's body, and raised his arms to smash Zhang Yang.

He had already decided to use his speed and thunderous blows to teach Zhang Yang a lesson that he would never forget.

However, on this continent, Zhang Yang had never taken the speed of a martial cultivator comparable to his own realm into account.

But Zhang Yang also didn't dare to easily collide with the black-robed man, and the huge force on the iron chain just now had already made him suffer a small loss. Zhang Yang decided to use his dexterity and dodge to make a few moves with the other party.

Standing on the stake with both feet, his flamboyant upper body flashed to the side, dodging the arms of the black-robed man, and at the same time, holding the long sword into a dagger with both hands, slashing through the black-robed man's waist.

"Huh!"

The two swords cut the black-robed man into three sections, but Zhang Yang did not have the slightest joy, the long sword in his hand did not touch the real thing, it was an afterimage.

The strength on his feet was slightly loose, Zhang Yang lay directly on the ground, and several fist shadows crossed under his nose.

"Bang!" A majestic vitality rushed out from his back, Zhang Yang's body bounced straight up, and more than a dozen sword shadows danced rapidly in front of his chest with swords in both hands.

"Ding, ding, ding......" The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and sparks flew in all directions.

In the flamboyant spiritual power, the black-robed man was like a ghost, flickering around him, and from time to time he threw a few punches at himself.

And Zhang Yang followed the flashing trajectory of the black-robed man, cutting or stabbing in advance, and defused the black-robed man's attacks again and again.

In a moment's effort, Zhang Yang and the black-robed man fought no less than a thousand times.

The martial cultivator standing in the distance was a little stunned, the black-robed man was like a black lightning bolt wandering around Zhang Yang, and he couldn't see his figure clearly at all, only the afterimages that kept appearing and dissipating proved that this person was still there.

And Zhang Yang is like a tumbler, his feet are fixed there, his body is left or right, forward or backward, swaying, and the long swords in both hands bring out golden sword yuan, which is about to form a huge ball.

Countless sparks flickered in this round ball, accompanied by a ding-dong sound, which was caused by Zhang Yang's constant fighting with the black-robed man.

"Where did these two people come from? Why has the younger generation on the mainland never heard of these two people's names? With the combat power of these two people, do we still have a chance to snatch the divine weapons and secret arts from them......" The martial cultivators who watched the battle all had such a thought in their hearts.

"Get out of here!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yang in the battle group let out a loud shout, and his arm was fully exerted, pouring nearly 10,000 catties of huge power into the long sword in his hand, and slashing at the black-robed man fiercely.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the black-robed man was finally shocked out of his true body by Zhang Yang's sword, and his feet slid backwards on the ground for more than ten zhang before he could stop and stabilize his body.

And Zhang Yang stood in place, bowing slightly, panting heavily.

"Bang! bang!"

The two long swords in Zhang Yang's hands were overwhelmed, and they were directly broken into several pieces and smashed on the ground at Zhang Yang's feet.