Looking at these martial artists in front of him whose cultivation was in the body refining realm, the angry expression on Zhang Heng's face became more and more intense, he didn't want to cause trouble, but the trouble kept finding him one after another. At this time, where would Zhang Heng endure it.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Heng's figure flickered, and with the assistance of the phantom step, Zhang Heng's figure kept wandering in front of these people, and the spirit sword in his hand kept waving, and the blood mist rose instantly.

Poof. Poof. Poof.

Under Zhang Heng's merciless killing, in just the blink of an eye, more than a dozen warriors who stayed on the mountainside all died in his hands, and even those of the Zhang family were not spared.

After killing these obstacles, Zhang Heng did not squint and walked towards the mountain again.

Along the way, all that comes into view are some traces left after the battle. Immediately after that, the corpses of some warriors and demonic beasts can also be seen everywhere, which shows that there must have been a fierce battle here before.

And along the way, Zhang Heng did not go very smoothly, along the way, from time to time, some monsters or martial artists would intercept and hunt him down. But in the end, whether it was these warriors or demonic beasts, they all died under Zhang Heng's fierce long sword.

After solving the last batch of obstacles, Zhang Heng finally appeared on the top of this mountain, and a battle on the top of the mountain at this time also attracted Zhang Heng's attention.

In the center of the mountaintop, four tall figures stood with their hands in their hands, and in front of them, a group of warriors of uneven strength were besieging and killing a group of demonic beasts.

And Zhang Heng's appearance did not escape the perception of these four people, and they all turned around to look at the entrance.

"It's really surprising, I can't imagine that besides a few of us, there are people who can kill on the top of this mountain. And still single-handedly. ”

Among the four people, a young man wearing a black robe and holding a long stick made of dark iron said in a flat tone, and this person is Lin Sen of the Lin family!

And the other few people are the Zhang family Zhang Xing, Liu Wu, and Long Qinglin, the rising stars among the young people of Qingyun City!

"Who is this person? Why have I never seen him? The True Spirit Realm has to be cultivated in the first heaven, and being able to go this far alone also shows that this person is not simple. Long Qinglin patted the paper fan in his hand and said with a smile.

Long Qinglin was wearing a snow-white robe, coupled with his fair skin, he looked like a scholar, no one could have imagined that this person would be the first day of Qingyun City!

Seeing the eyes of the four people, Zhang Heng's expression did not change, but when his gaze looked at Zhang Xing and Liu Wu, Zhang Heng's eternal eyes finally fluctuated a little, but this fluctuation was extremely cold.

"Hmm, Brother Zhang, Miss Liu, how can I see that there is something wrong with the way he looks at you, as if he wants to have a deep hatred with you. ”

Zhang Heng's eyes changed, and Long Qinglin saw it in his eyes, and immediately looked at Zhang Xing and said. When Zhang Xing and the others heard this, they frowned suspiciously, in the memories of the two of them, they really didn't have any impression of the person in front of them. I've never seen this, so how can I get a deep hatred?

"This man is not simple. Long Qinglin smiled indifferently, then turned around and focused his attention on the battlefield in front of him. Although Zhang Xing and Liu Fu were full of suspicion, they didn't take it to heart, and they slowly turned around.

Seeing that the eyes of several people were taken away from him, Zhang Heng didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he also moved his pace, walked towards the front, and stood on the opposite side of the four people.

At this time, the battle ahead was almost coming to an end, under the siege of dozens of martial artists, several ninth-order demonic beasts that were besieged had gradually fallen into the downwind, and the roars continued to sound, and it didn't take long for the top of the mountain to fall into silence.

With the death of the demonic beast, several slightly stronger warriors brought back the collected magic core and token and handed it over to Long Qinglin, and according to the previous discussion, the token and the demon core were evenly distributed among the three teams. Looking at this trend, the three strongest teams in this tournament seem to have formed a cooperative relationship, and if nothing else, the top three teams in this knockout round should also be these three teams.

After getting the resources, the few people seemed to have chosen the next destination, and just as these people were about to leave, Zhang Heng, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the so-called seeers have a share, what's the matter? Are you planning to let me drink the northwest wind?"

Hearing Zhang Heng's words, everyone was stunned, and many of them looked at Zhang Heng with a look of disdain, and their eyes were full of contempt.

"Oh, boy. You can kill this mountain by yourself and have some ability, but if you want to divide the things here just by doing this, what are you fighting?"

At this time, a young man in a blood-red robe said with a contemptuous face, and this person was a member of Zhang Xing's team, and he was a true spirit realm powerhouse.

"I'm talking to your master, what are you talking about! To be a dog, you have to have the consciousness of being a dog. Zhang Heng sneered and said sharply.

Hearing this, the blood-robed young man's face suddenly became furious, and he looked at Zhang Heng and roared angrily: "Boy, you are looking for death!"

"What nonsense to talk to him! Let me kill this boy who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

In Zhang Xing's team, a tall and thin martial artist obviously didn't have much patience, and while he was drinking, his figure burst out and rushed towards Zhang Heng. And this person's cultivation is also in the True Spirit Realm.

The tall and thin martial artist seems to be eighteen or nineteen years old, and becoming a martial artist in the True Spirit Realm at such an age is enough to show that he is also a proud son of the sky. And the shots of such genius-level figures, those roadblocks who died in the hands of Zhang Heng naturally can't be compared.

As the slender and tall martial artist slammed out his palm, a terrifying force suddenly appeared, blasting towards Zhang Heng's chest.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng's eyes froze, and the Xuan-rank low-level martial art Huoyan Fist smashed out with a punch, and one punch and one palm collided violently. The figures of the two of them took a few steps backwards, and this time in the fight, the two seemed to be indistinguishable, but with this blow, Zhang Heng retained at least half of his strength, otherwise with this punch alone, Zhang Heng was confident that he would be able to directly blast it into a blood mist.

"Hey, being able to take my palm is also a bit of a skill for you. But this is the end of the game, this palm will definitely kill you!"

"Tiger Fist!"

With the slender and tall martial artist shouting, a strong spiritual power continued to condense towards his fist, and then another punch smashed towards Zhang Heng again.

The power of this punch is probably beyond the reach of ordinary yellow-level intermediate martial arts. And Zhang Heng just smiled indifferently, looking extremely relaxed.

"As you wish, the game is over!

Zhang Heng's cold words sounded indifferently, and then, a majestic spiritual power continued to converge towards the spirit sword in Zhang Heng's hand, and in an instant, a giant lightsaber suddenly appeared in mid-air.

An incomparably powerful momentum suddenly swept around!