Martial arts arena, in front of the altar.

Feng Tianyang raised the two swords above his head, the bells on the swords jingled, and he danced a strange dance like a wizard who sacrificed to ghosts and gods.

Among the spectators, no one spoke, watching the scene quietly, as if watching a shocking Noh performance under the curtain.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The sword of the division shook, and the sky above the martial arts arena was flooded with one ray of light after another, and in the light, rampant soldiers with ape arms and tigers on their backs and bodies that seemed to be real and illusory would appear.

These rampant soldiers and generals, all wearing red tasseled helmets, green brocade robes, bright light armor, holding steel forks, crowns and belts flying, armor shining, really like the myths and legends of the heavenly soldiers and generals into the mortal world.

However, if you look closely, you will find that these Dharma protectors who seem to be gods descending from the earth, under the bright light armor, they have a blue-faced and fanged face.

Although most of the Dharma protector gods enshrined in the Taoist lineage are also fierce and evil, they are righteous and awe-inspiring, unlike these rampant soldiers who are full of evil spirits.

"It's bluffing!"

Zhang Zhiwei felt a little interesting for the first time, he looked at these rampant soldiers, twisted his neck, and a blazing lightning flashed into a fierce ape in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand that rolled up his sleeves: "Come, let me see, the level of the heavenly soldiers!" ”

In front of the altar, Feng Tianyang raised his sword against Zhang Zhiwei.

The next moment, I saw the rampant green-faced fangs in front of him raise his arms and exhale.

There were drums and horns contending between heaven and earth, blue light surging, countless rampant soldiers, holding up steel forks, roaring, and killing Zhang Zhiwei one after another.

Compared with the huge number of rampant soldiers, Zhang Zhiwei was like a withered leaf under the rolling waves, which was submerged in an instant.

But in the next moment, the golden light spread out, Zhang Zhiwei rose to the sky, and the majestic Qi cultivated by the golden light mantra and the Five Thunder Righteous Law surging in his body.

The bright and cold blades in the hands of the five rampant soldiers and horses are like endless knife forests, Zhang Zhiwei is covered in golden light, just like the monkey that makes trouble in the heavenly palace and sweeps the heavenly soldiers and generals, shuttling in the rampant soldiers.

With one hand behind his back, he rolled up his sleeves with the other, smashing the head of a rampant soldier with a forehand slap, and slapping another rampant soldier out with a backhand slap.

The rampant general who was slapped quickly began to twist and deform, and his body also expanded rapidly, the white robe cracked, and the armor pieces flew, revealing its true face, which turned out to be a big snake about ten meters long.

This big snake was in the air, and it rolled towards Zhang Zhiwei, and roared angrily in its mouth: "Eat you!" ”

"The rampant general's true appearance is a willow immortal? Eat me? Bite off more than one can chew! ”

As soon as Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand, his palm spit out golden light, turned into a big hand, and grabbed the head of the attacking snake-shaped rampant general.

The serpent roared in pain.

Zhang Zhiwei's body is like a spring, and the power of magma-like boiling is inexhaustible.

"Die!"

Zhang Zhiwei grabbed the big snake more than ten meters high, swung it like a long whip, and smashed it into the rampant soldiers who surrounded and killed him.

This exaggerated scene simply broke through the imagination of the people around him.

Don't be so cruel!

"It's worthy of Senior Brother Zhang, even in the face of this kind of scene, it is not at all hesitant, saying that with one hand, I will use one hand, if I face so many ghosts, I am afraid that I will run away on the spot!"

Lu Ci, who has already incarnated as Zhang Zhiwei's fan brother, sighed.

Lu Jin was also dumbfounded and said: "This kind of scene, I will definitely run, if I don't run, I'm afraid I won't be able to last three or five seconds, but Senior Brother Zhang can come and go almost as freely as if he ignored, killing in and out, this kind of cultivation, I'm afraid that I will catch up with many seniors!" ”

"I must have caught up, I dare to guarantee the ticket, you pay attention to the faces of those seniors around you, I feel that many people can't beat Senior Brother Zhang!" Lu Ci whispered.

"Really?"

Lu Jin said, quietly glanced at his father Lu Xuan, and found that his face was very ugly.

Lu Jin: "............"

In these crowds of spectators, most of them were lamenting Zhang Zhiwei's strength.

Only Guan Shihua, a genius who came out of the Ma Immortal lineage, grinned his teeth when he was frightened by the wind and weather.

"I can't fight, I can't fight at all, how did that Feng Tianyang come up with so many things similar to the Great Immortal all at once?!"

Guan Shihua muttered to herself, her cultivation of the Horse Immortal was somewhat similar to the method of raising the wind and heaven.

But the difference is that Feng Tian invited the immortal family who was enshrined in the Dharma vein and became a Dharma Protector Heavenly Soldier after he died, while she invited a living immortal.

Moreover, she can still see that the strength of the big snake pinched in Zhang Zhiwei's hand is definitely not weak, and there are few immortals who can directly invite her upper body to compare.

"Master, I won't go up to join in the fun later, it's too scary, unless you invite Uncle Liu here, you won't have to fight at all!" Guan Shihua whispered to her elders.

Guan Shihua's elder said, "What? You still want to ask Uncle Liu to go up and touch this Heavenly Master apprentice, don't fool around, with your strength, if you want to invite an immortal family of Uncle Liu's level, you have to visit in advance and ask for permission. ”

"Besides, your own strength is shallow, and you can't cultivate your acupoints, even if you invite Uncle Liu, you can't exert much power, you can't beat this Heavenly Master and apprentice, if you let Uncle Liu be beaten like that rampant, you don't want any good face in the Liu Immortals in the future."

The cultivation system of the Immortal Sect is extremely rare in the entire Inhuman World, they do not cultivate nature, nor do they practice skills, they specialize in acupuncture points.

The size of this acupuncture point is not a big improvement on itself, it is equivalent to a container in the body that holds the power of the immortal family, the larger the cultivation of the acupoint, the stronger the immortal family will be, and the more the immortal family can exert the strength close to the body.

"Mm-hmm, I'm definitely not going!" Guan Shihua hurriedly said.

"Shi Hua'er, if you don't go up, then I won't go up either." The little fat man Wang Ai cheekily came up and said.

Look at your weak and stubborn appearance, Guan Shihua complained in her heart, gave Wang Ai a big white eye, ignored him, and concentrated on the situation on the field.

On the field, Zhang Zhiwei held one hand behind his back, grabbed the big snake with the other hand, and swept away, and all the rampant soldiers who would commit crimes flew out.

After a few rounds of pumping, Zhang Zhiwei felt that the snake was not easy to use, and with a violent shake of his hand, a cold golden light more than ten meters long burst out.

directly split the snake-shaped rampant and turned it into a ball of clear qi and disintegrated.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his hand and said, "It seems that the strength of this altar of heavenly soldiers you invited is not good!" ”

"Senior Brother Zhang said with a smile, his strength is shallow, his means are limited, and the heavenly soldiers he can invite are at this level, or else, Senior Brother Zhang will ask a heavenly soldier on the altar to show me, and let me also palm my eyes?" Feng Tianyang said with a smile.

"That's up to you!"

After that, Zhang Zhiwei strode towards Feng Tianyang, this rampant soldier is nothing more than that, he has no interest.

And under the yaksha-like mask, Feng Tianyang's face turned cold, and he quietly pinched a magic decision, and then his throat trembled, as if he was trying to swallow something.

At this moment, he was buried in the arch of his back, his hands were spread, and he was leaning on the altar, looking a little funny, and the fangs on his face and mask were actually squirming slightly, which was even more weird and terrifying.