"You evil thing, hurry up and retreat, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!" Han Chaoyang glanced at the clay figure in disgust and continued to attack Yunchen.

Yunchen took a deep breath and mobilized a force of death to wrap it around his fist to meet Han Chaoyang's blow.

"Trespassing into my territory and daring to speak to me in such a tone...... You, die!" the clay figure let out a dull roar, and the mud shook down to reveal its rocky body. With his roar, the mire in the swamp trembled, and countless mud arrows floated up, shooting towards Han Chaoyang with great sound.

"Hmph!" Han Chaoyang changed his tricks halfway, gave up Yunchen, and protected himself, "I don't know what is good or bad, and I will kill you today!"

He clasped his palms together and performed the inheritance technique of the Holy Yang Sect, the Holy Yang Heavenly Skill. As soon as the Holy Yang Heavenly Gong was displayed, his whole person turned into a dazzling sun, and countless mud arrows shot at him were dried in the middle, and then turned into mud and fell.

"Brother Han, I'll deal with this evil thing, you go and deal with Yunchen!" The monk who came with Han Chaoyang soared into the air, and threw out a small bell in his hand, turning into a large bronze bell.

The monk slapped his palm on the bell quickly, and with a buzzing sound, it was heard for hundreds of miles, echoing in bursts, and a sound pattern that accompanied it shattered countless mud arrows.

Han Chaoyang saw his companion make a move, he nodded at the moment, and said loudly: "Brother Xu, the filth will be handed over to you, I'll go and take Yunchen, let's compete and see who finishes it first!"

"Okay, let's compare!" The monk surnamed Xu agreed with a proud mouthful, and the person fell on the bronze bell, urging the bronze bell to fly towards the clay figure.

The clay figure slammed his chest, looked up to the sky and roared, and then swept his big fan-like hand towards the monk surnamed Xu.

"The body of the mud body, can you hit me with a blow?" the monk surnamed Xu sneered, full of disdain, and did not dodge or avoid going straight to the big hand of the clay man, he was sure that he would smash the palm of the clay man at once.

Boom!

The bronze bell flew out, and the monk surnamed Xu screamed and was photographed in the swamp.

"What?" Han Chaoyang stared at the clay figure like a ghost, and he couldn't imagine that the monk surnamed Xu would be defeated with a single face.

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