Zhang Chen was already completely enraged, he waved his hands, frantically released his spell, and launched an attack on Fang Feiyang.

For a moment, he saw that the space within a radius of several meters around Fang Feiyang was completely covered by the roaring sand spears.

This "Wind and Sand Spear" is one of Zhang Chen's best spells, usually when practicing with his brothers and sisters, once he uses such a big move, it often means that victory is about to be put in his pocket.

However, now, his most conceited spell was invalid in front of Fang Feiyang.

"Is that all you have to do?"

Fang Feiyang's figure walked through the overwhelming sand spears, and every step was dangerous and extremely precise to avoid the attack, as if he could judge the trajectory of the sand spear's flight in advance.

He didn't even attack, he just dodged while walking towards Zhang Chen step by step, and at the same time coldly taunted his opponent: "What kind of Tianzong disciple all day long, it turns out that you have this bit of strength? You can pretend to be a master with a cloak?"

Everyone was speechless in shock.

In terms of strength, Zhang Chen has reached the level of "Soul General" at a young age, which is definitely not low, and it is rare to be able to cast the spell of "Wind and Sand Spear" to such an extent.

However, compared to Fang Feiyang, everything he did was an out-and-out garbage level.

Because Fang Feiyang's dodge method was really weird.

The figure looms like a ghost in the limited space, as if it can predict the incoming attack, and when the attack is too dense, it will occasionally crack in front of him. Engulf individual sand spears.

Some cultivators who were about the same as Fang Feiyang, or even taller than him, secretly assumed in their hearts. If you change places. They may be able to dodge such a dense attack, or replace defense with offense, or resist with super defense, but if they want to dodge so easily and calmly, or even a little careless, they can't do it if they ask themselves.

"With such a little strength, barking at others like a dog all day long, do you say you are cheap, are you cheap?" Fang Feiyang continued to mock. didn't care at all about Zhang Chen's face, which had turned the color of pig liver.

And all the people watching the battle around had a thought in their hearts - if you don't have the strength, don't offend this young man named Fang Feiyang, because his mouth is too poisonous!

Although he hadn't even touched the corner of Zhang Chen's clothes from beginning to end, I was afraid that now Zhang Chen would rather face his fists than continue to suffer from his ridicule.

Zhang Chen gritted his teeth and didn't speak, only quickly released the sand spear with a hideous face.

Just when Fang Feiyang had already approached him at a distance of five meters, he had just narrowly passed through between the two sand spears. Suddenly, with Zhang Chen's sinister laugh, two sand scorpions shot out of the void violently. Pounced on Fang Feiyang.

This sudden change was completely unexpected by everyone next to him.

Those ordinary sect disciples who hoped that Fang Feiyang would win couldn't help but clench their fists and hold their breath, while the group of people on the other side of the Shacheng Holy Hall all had their eyes lit up, and some even shouted loudly.

Although the attack power and coverage of the sand scorpion were far inferior to the sand spear, Zhang Chen's timing this time, the speed of release, and even the location of the sand scorpion's appearance and the direction of the attack were almost perfect!

Zhang Chen was very smart, and in Fang Feiyang's taunts, he did not lose his mind, but quietly laid this trap.

When Fang Feiyang pierced out from between the two sand spears, the two sand scorpions released by Zhang Chen in an instant sealed all the space in front of him, and the timing was mastered to the pinnacle!

Seeing that the sand scorpion was about to crash into Fang Feiyang's body, no one expected that at this moment, Fang Feiyang suddenly squatted down as if he had already known the existence of the sand scorpion.

Two sand scorpions, under the gaze of everyone's round eyes, swept over Fang Feiyang's head.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Chen couldn't believe his eyes at all.

However, the next moment, in his sight, the young man who was squatting on the ground suddenly raised his head and smiled at him with a hideous smile.

"You've been fighting for so long, it's time for me to do it!"

"Oh no!" Zhang Chen secretly shouted in his heart, and then he saw Fang Feiyang, who was a few meters away, suddenly kicking his feet, and the whole person was like a fierce cheetah, and the lightning shot in front of him, so fast that he didn't even have time to react to the next step.

Fortunately, he had already added a dust scroll to himself before the war, which could fend off some sudden attacks for himself.

With a sound of "z", Fang Feiyang's fist slammed into the dust salon roll, making a loud sound that made people's teeth ache, and then he saw his fist squeezing into the dust salon roll.

Under the high-speed rotation, the sand and gravel in the tornado were like countless tiny blades, and they immediately cut out the Dao blood mark on Fang Feiyang's arm.

However, Fang Feiyang didn't seem to feel pain, under the Tree Demon's powerful recovery ability, a slight injury like this that had broken through the epidermis could heal in almost a few seconds.

Then the next moment, in Zhang Chen's desperate eyes, Fang Feiyang punched him in the face.

I only heard a terrible scream, Zhang Chen's head fell back sharply under Fang Feiyang's fist, and his whole face was like a smashed tomato, the bridge of his nose was crooked, and his face was covered with blood.

And losing his control, the wind salon scroll also dispersed in an instant.

With just one punch, Zhang Chen, who had always been so arrogant that he couldn't tolerate others in his eyes, was seriously injured, his eyes were full of stars, and his mind was completely blank, and he directly lost his ability to resist!

"Stop!" The faces of a group of disciples in the Shacheng Holy Hall changed instantly, but in their loud shouts in unison, Fang Feiyang turned a deaf ear, and then waved his hand and hit another hook.

This punch was even more ruthless than the first punch, Zhang Chen's whole person was like being hit by a giant beast, and he flew seven or eight meters away in the fog, smashing heavily to the ground, blood and dirt mixed together, and his face was covered with mush.

The tragic scene made the people next to him feel cold on their backs.

Two sounds of breaking the air sounded at the same time.

Although there was no agreement, at this moment, Luo Zhen and Wu Jie jumped out together, one blocked in front of Fang Feiyang, and the other leaned over to protect Zhang Chen.

The three of them belonged to Ling Tian's disciples, and they had a deep relationship on weekdays, and they were like brothers, so as soon as they saw Zhang Chen suffer, the two of them immediately jumped out.

Wu Jie briefly checked Zhang Chen's condition, the bridge of his nose and brow bones were fractured, his jaw was shattered, more than half of his teeth were lost, and his head was greatly concussed, and it was difficult to regain consciousness in a short time.

Fortunately, Fang Feiyang only punched twice, and in terms of a cultivator's physique, Zhang Chen's life was not in danger. (To be continued......)