After waving his hand and sending out a sword, Yang Cheng watched quietly in the dense forest.

Seeing that Zheng Long was blocking the Qing Ying Sword with a single stroke, Yang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he had a clearer understanding of Zheng Long's strength.

In terms of strength alone, Zheng Long definitely surpasses Yang Cheng's.

Fortunately, the monk's fighting method, as long as it is not a big step higher, does not take cultivation as a theory.

Although facing the three of them, Yang Cheng was not too sure.

What's more, there is also one of them, who has cultivated to a mid-stage foundation building monk who is a small level above him.

But if Yang Cheng didn't dare to fight today and retreated, then he wouldn't be able to stay in Blossom City.

And looking at the opponent's posture, even if he doesn't want to fight, the other party will not necessarily let him go.

In fact, Yang Cheng was in a hurry to refine the Tiangang Sword Technique, and then began to cultivate the Tiangang Sword Technique non-stop, vaguely knowing in his heart that he was preparing for this day.

Since this battle is inevitable as promised. Yang Cheng had no other way but to block the water and cover the earth, and just take the move.

In this way, in the dense forest that he is more familiar with, it is a one-to-three disadvantage, and it is reasonable for Yang Cheng to take the lead.

Compared to the consumption of spiritual power, he does not have much spiritual power in the transformation of the sword fetus now, and he is definitely not as good as Zheng Long.

Once caught in the wheel war, it will be difficult for Yang Cheng to turn the tables again.

As for the question of how to fight next, Yang Cheng must choose the way of fighting.

It is the most unwise thing to fight Zheng Long as soon as he comes.

Yang Cheng had to quickly get rid of the other two first, and finally come to compete with Zheng Long alone.

At a glance, the three of them did not get together, but separated a little distance.

Restraining the spiritual power fluctuations on his body, Yang Cheng toed a little to the ground, and the whole person rushed out and disappeared into the dense forest.

Yang Cheng dared to play one-on-three, and Zheng Long knew that this was a veteran.

In fact, there was a faint regret in my heart, I shouldn't have messed with it, a monk like Yang Cheng who has extremely rich experience in fighting methods.

Because you don't even know who killed more people on both sides.

In all likelihood, they licked the blood from the knife and ended up trapping themselves in it.

But in fact, Zheng Long also felt aggrieved.

Since you are so powerful and powerful, you should go to the cave on the other side of the Dream River to rent a house.

Why bother pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and come to the city to pretend to be poor, so that everyone thinks that Yang Cheng will be a good cannon fodder seed.

Of course, such a thought was only a flash in Zheng Long's heart.

Instead, there was a firmer heart to kill Yang Cheng.

Zheng Long walked forward, paying attention to both sides from time to time.

To be honest, Yang Cheng was extremely limited in the moves he could perform, and Zheng Long also vaguely guessed it.

Now it's up to whoever has the higher level and who will have the last laugh.

He put two of his subordinates on both sides, which may not be a trick to attract Yang Cheng to make a move.

Otherwise, seeing that there was no chance at all, Yang Cheng directly chose to retreat, and he had no choice at all.

As we went deeper, the light in the dense forest dimmed.

Zheng Long was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, waiting for Yang Cheng to make a move.

"Poof!"

A faint voice came from Zheng Long's subordinates to the left.

At the beginning of the foundation, the monk walked past a tree, and a cloud of dirt suddenly exploded under the tree.

A black shadow bounced high from it, and with a wave of his hand, only to see a flash of light.

At the beginning of the foundation building, when the monk reacted, the light passed through his chest.

Without delay, the shadow ran forward, and disappeared into the shadows.

When Zheng Long rushed over, what was left for him was a corpse that had no breath.

"Bang"

The magic weapon that Zheng Long had just sent out, after cutting off a few trees, returned to Zheng Long in vain.

"Damn!"

Zheng Long felt a little chill in his heart, and said hatefully.

Just now, he only paid attention to his surroundings, and even he didn't think much about it.

If Yang Cheng ambushed him, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to dodge.

From this, you can see what kind of opponent he is facing!

The dignified monks of the foundation building period did everything they could.

In fact, this was generally Zheng Long's means for them to fight the enemy, but now that Yang Cheng was using it on them, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that the other subordinate was a little uneasy, Zheng Long motioned for the other party to close the distance between him and himself.

Although he was a little distressed to kill one of his subordinates, Zheng Long remained calm.

As long as Yang Cheng dares to show a flaw, then the only thing that will greet him is death!

As for the people who don't have flaws, at least Zheng Long hasn't met them yet.

Yang Cheng made a big circle and came to Zheng Long's right hand, his chest panting violently, and he looked carefully.

Seeing that the distance between Zheng Long and his subordinates was closer, his brows furrowed slightly, which brought greater difficulty and danger to Yang Cheng's plan to break the split.

is both a bait and a trap, this is the game between Yang Cheng and Zheng Long.

Let's see who gets the flaw first!

However, the sneak attack that didn't use spiritual power at all just now made Yang Cheng's physical strength too much, and now, he can't act like this anymore.

With a cold snort, Yang Cheng revealed his figure.

Zheng Long immediately found out that he was followed by a magic weapon that quickly slashed towards Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng pointed with both hands, and the Qing Ying Sword, Luojin Pagoda, and Little Blade were released one after another, striking at the other party.

Among them, the Qing Ying Sword and the Counter Weapon fought for a while, and then dodged away.

The Falling Pagoda flew towards the other party with a small blade.

Zheng Long's second magic weapon was sent out, but he was stopped by the Luojin Pagoda again, and the small blade was inserted diagonally towards Zheng Long.

Zheng Long was not in a hurry, and manipulated the magic weapon to defend and block the small blade.

The Falling Golden Pagoda immediately followed, and a misty light enveloped Zheng Long, as if to protect him.

Zheng Long was surprised, his face changed, and he immediately looked to the other side.

His subordinates were fighting against the Qing Ying Sword, but the subtlety of Tiangang's sword technique made the other party a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Yang Cheng had already beckoned back to the small blade, and with a force of his fierce arm, he had no spiritual power at all, and threw the small blade as a hidden weapon to Zheng Long's men.

Then there was a slight "poof" sound, and the small blade flashed, stabbing diagonally into the body from the side of Zheng Long's hand, and piercing out.

"Bang"

Zheng Long flew down the Golden Pagoda, and two magic weapons hit Yang Cheng one after another.

"Ding Ding"

The Qing Ying Sword returned to the defense in time to block the two attacks, but the door opened wide again, making Yang Cheng break out in a cold sweat.

Zheng Long seized the opportunity, and the two magic weapons came in turn, although Yang Cheng's Tiangang sword technique was exquisite, but when he lost the opportunity, he could only passively resist.

Relying on the mana to be even stronger, Zheng Long's every blow was full of strength, and the momentum sank.

Yang Cheng fought and retreated.

For a while, in the dense forest, I saw trees falling in pieces, and there was a rumbling sound.

With a wide field of vision in the dense forest and a gradual brightening light, Zheng Long immediately flew up in the air and condescendingly slashed Yang Cheng.

Seeing this situation, Yang Cheng was not far behind, and he also fought against each other.

With a wave of Yang Cheng's hand, a small flag turned into a black flag two or three feet in the wind, and headed towards Zheng Longgai.

At the same time, the Luojin Pagoda was by his side, commanding the Qingying Sword to leap up, so that Zheng Long could also taste the taste of joint attack.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

Zheng Long looked at the soul object in the black flag and said coldly.

Then he patted the storage bag and took out a white bead the size of an egg, and immediately after the spiritual power was entered, he raised his hand and hit the black flag.

After a moment of stalemate, the light of the black flag was faintly restrained by the white light, and began to retreat back little by little.

Immediately after, the other party once again split the block of the Qing Ying Sword and slashed at the Luojin Pagoda, causing the Luojin Pagoda to tremble above Yang Cheng's head.

"Dingding......

In this way, after every three or four swords, the Qing Ying Sword had to be split by the other party once, and then directly attacked Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng's heart sank.

He didn't know how many such attacks the Falling Pagoda could withstand, but with all his defense, his spiritual power consumption was very large.

Glancing up at the black flag, Yang Cheng gave an order with an expressionless face.

After the black flag flickered for a moment, it immediately gradually shrunk lightly and flew towards Yang Cheng.

Seeing Yang Cheng take back the small flag, Zheng Long showed a sneer, and also withdrew the white beads.

Yang Cheng frowned slightly, then his figure flashed, and he began to swim in the air.

Zheng Long saw that Yang Cheng was moving around him, and he was not in a hurry, so he stood quietly, commanding two magic weapons, and constantly attacked Yang Cheng.

In this way, the opponent's magic weapon began to exert power, and Yang Cheng slowly fell into passivity again.

However, Yang Cheng's eyes were cold, flickering occasionally, as if he was thinking of something.

"Humph!" Seeing this, Zheng Long sneered in his heart.

If Yang Cheng still wants to turn over after being suppressed like this, then he should be a monk in the late stage of foundation building.

Of course, Zheng Long had never seen or heard of the long night dream, and at the critical moment, he would not relax and give Yang Cheng a chance.

Immediately after that, Zheng Long urged his spiritual power again and increased his strength to attack Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng's one attack and one defense are of good grade, and Zheng Long has already seen it.

But under such a powerful chop, as long as it is not a magic weapon, Zheng Long believes that it will not be long before it will be broken, and at that time, it will be Yang Cheng's death.

Although he was a little distressed, compared to killing a strong enemy, Zheng Long definitely had to choose the latter.

Yang Cheng carried Zheng Long's offensive, and also counterattacked with all his strength regardless of the consumption of spiritual power.

Whenever Zheng Long unleashed a magic weapon, Yang Cheng took advantage of the situation to launch the Blue Immortal Sword and slash at the other party violently.

In this way, it slightly relieved Yang Cheng's pressure.

Following Zheng Long's concoction again, Yang Cheng manipulated the Luojin Pagoda to separate a little gap, and the Qing Ying Sword was also glued to the opponent's magic weapon.

Seeing that the time had come, under the infusion of Yang Cheng's spiritual power, he opened his mouth slightly, and a silver-white light of "poof" flew out, hitting Zheng Long at an extremely fast speed.

The silver-white light flashed, and after Zheng Long waved the magic weapon to defend, it actually broke through the magic weapon in front of Zheng Long with an extremely sharp "click", and then directly hit Zheng Long's chest without losing momentum, and flew into the air after passing through his back.

After hovering in the air, he let out a faint wailing sound, and then accelerated towards Yang Cheng, and was swallowed by Yang Cheng again.

"Poof"

However, just as the silver-white light was wailing, Yang Cheng couldn't help but suddenly spurt out a mouthful of blood, and the breath on his body immediately became obscure.

"What's that......"

Zheng Long's eyes widened, he looked down at the hole in his body in disbelief, and then looked up at Yang Cheng, struggling to say in his mouth, but before he finished speaking, his eyes fell black.

Yang Cheng's face was pale and gloomy, he threw several pills into his mouth in a row, waved his sleeves to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, stepped forward to put away a few magic weapons floating in the air, and fell to the ground.

After a few moments, Yang Cheng, who had hurriedly disposed of the corpse and picked up all the belongings, rushed into the sky, turned into a green rainbow, and flew into the distance.