"How dare you not defend against my attacks?"

Zhong Cang just needs a while to find the rhythm and weakness of the mandrill, not that he can't find it.

And the flying sword Fenghua really couldn't penetrate the mandrill's defenses, but after the flying sword thunder opened the thunder array, its thunderous blow was comparable to the pseudo-sword thunder sound, and it could easily penetrate most protections.

Because of this, the thunderous blow matched the rhythm of all things, so it became Zhong Cang's lore.

Of course, according to Zhong Cang's original idea, after he found the weakness, he needed to use Fenghua to contain it and let the mandrill expose the weakness, so that he could kill it with a thunderbolt.

But what Zhong Cang didn't expect was that the mandrill was too arrogant, and after finding that most spells could not help itself, and the flying sword was powerless, after that, in the face of any attack, it did not dodge or dodge, and only cared about burying its head in the arrogant charge.

And this gave Zhong Cang a chance.

After finding the mandrill's weakness, his thunder almost circled around the back of the mandrill, and then, the lightning flashed, and he attacked fiercely.

"Zila......"

The skyrocketing speed increased the penetration power of the Thunder Sword several times, and this thunderous blow easily pierced the mandrill's mudstone armor and stabbed the mandrill's skull.

In fact, if this was the case, Zhong Cang would not be able to kill the mandrill with one blow.

The skull is indeed the key point of most demon beasts, but because of this, most demon beasts are very strict in protecting their heads.

The mandrill's skull is the hardest part of its body.

It's really hard, Zhong Cang's thunderous blow, and he really can't help it.

It's a pity that Zhong Cang's rhythm of all things has long been aware of the weakness of the mandrill.

The reason why he pierced the back of the mandrill's head from behind, instead of the heart, was because in Zhong Cang's induction, there was a trace of disharmony in its head.

After attaching his divine sense to the Thunder Sword and stabbing it towards the discordant place of the rhythm, Zhong Cang discovered that the mandrill's head seemed to have been injured, and a crack existed on its skull.

The crack was hidden under the scalp and hidden by the mandrill's thick hair, and ordinary people could not even notice it.

But the rhythm of all things is kinetic energy.

The swift thunder stabbed the crack and stabbed straight into the mandrill's brain.

At this point, the next thing is very simple, with the flash of lightning on the Thunder Sword, the mandrill's brain was shattered by Zhong Cang.

Without a brain, the mandrill dies instantly.

Such a thing is a long story, but the thunder attack is really like thunder, and there is not even a moment's time.

Therefore, Zhong Cang's kill not only shocked the people watching the battle outside, but also his teammates.

Before they breathed, they were in despair because of the strength of the mandrill.

Many brave people have laughed miserably and are ready to die with the demon beasts.

"If you want to kill me, Lao Tzu is dead, and you have to tear off a piece of meat from you!"

And just as they were desperate to meet the last moment, there was a "bang", and the mandrill fell without warning.

“？！！”

This scene really made Zhong Cang's teammates stunned.

Even, for the first time, they couldn't believe that good luck had befallen them, and they only thought that the mandrill was cheating.

It wasn't until the flying sword on the back of the mandrill came into everyone's eyes that they were pleasantly surprised to find that the mandrill had really fallen.

"Well, we won!"

"Brothers, the mandrill has fallen, and we have won!"

The mandrill of death gave the tired monk a stimulant shot, causing them to scream wildly in an instant.

Only Zhong Cang is still calmly killing the enemy.

"Boom......"

"Nourishing ......"

Taking advantage of the fact that the rest of the demon beasts were timid because of the fall of the mandrill, Fenghua and Thunder, two flying swords, one turned into a flowing wind and one turned into a thunderbolt, and instantly rushed into the group of demon beasts and opened a killing ring.

The wind and thunder combined forces, and in just a few breaths, the front that was disturbed by the mandrill was pushed back again by Zhong Cang.

This scene made the monk's cheers even heavier, and his name was shouted by everyone.

"Zhong Cang!"

"Roaring ......"

Breaking free from the deep despair made the monks under Zhong Cang's command extremely excited, and they needed to scream wildly to vent the excitement in their hearts.

And Zhong Cang did not have a trace of excitement because of the killing of the mandrill.

After pushing the front to the predetermined position, he was extremely calm, diverting his attention from the battlefield in front of him and looking at the rest of the directions.

Thunder is silently accumulating strength, preparing for the next thunderous blow.

Looking around, Zhong Cang soon found that the other three directions were still in the midst of a fierce battle.

There were monks at the seventh level of Qi cultivation, so that the other three demon beast leaders did not break into the array of human monks.

But they are also seventh-layer qi training, and the demon beasts are known for their rough skin and thick flesh, which makes those three seventh-layer qi cultivation Tianjiao unable to kill them in a short time.

Seeing this, Zhong Cang's eyes glowed with cold light, staring at the three demon beasts who were fighting.

This is to cooperate with the other three to kill the demon beast.

The reason for doing this is that a few people are grasshoppers on the same boat, and the other roads are broken, Zhong Cang will inevitably face the situation of being attacked on his back, which is very unfavorable to him.

The other is to kill the seventh-layer demon beasts of Qi training, one has only one hundred points, killing them is also good for Zhong Cang.

"Nourishing ......"

Being able to advance to the seventh level of Qi cultivation at this age, the strength of those Tianjiao cultivators should not be underestimated, which made the demon beast leaders only put all their bodies and minds on the opponent in front of them, and pay attention to the side without flawlessness.

At the same time, in order to resist the attack of the monks, the leaders of the demon beasts also showed their full strength.

These two situations made Zhong Cang very comfortable.

Flawless's attention to others gave Zhong Cang enough time to accumulate strength and adjust the angle of the thunder.

And the strength of full exertion also made the rhythm of the demon beast extremely violent, in this case, Zhong Cang was able to find the weak point of the demon beast faster.

After just counting the breaths, Zhong Cang's eyes lit up when he was aiming.

"Found it!"

"Thunder, slash!"

At the same time as the words were spoken, Zhong Cang's sword finger also suddenly pointed forward.

"Zila!"

With his movements and edicts, the thunder on the Thunder Sword suddenly erupted, and in the next moment, the entire Thunder Sword turned into a thunderbolt, appearing on the battlefield of the monk He Ling and Mu Xiao in an instant.

Because of his extremely fast speed, he didn't notice it until the Thunder Sword appeared beside He Ling, which made him shake all over his body and startled.

But soon, he found that this thunder was not rushing towards him, but galloping towards the wooden ray in front of him.

This scene made him breathe a sigh of relief and have doubts.

"Whose flying sword is this, Yan Wenhua or Song Hongzhe's? Are the two of them so strong that they can kill the demon beast leader so quickly, and they still have the kung fu to support me? ”

He was wondering, but soon, this doubt was suppressed by him, He Ling knew that the battle was not over yet, and he couldn't be distracted now.

"Forget it, whoever he is, first cooperate with the flying sword and kill Mu Xiao."

After fighting with the wood in front of him for so long, the vitality of the wood demon beast was so strong, He Ling had already experienced it himself.

That's really not going to be cut down, and you can't be killed.

He Ling had left large scars on Mu Xiao's body several times, but after a few breaths, these scars would be recovered by Mu Xiao.

Such a terrifying vitality made He Ling think that although this flying sword was lightning and difficult to dodge, this thunderous blow could not kill Mu Xiao.

Yes, he was thinking of besieging Mu Xiao with the flying sword.

But the next scene made his eyes widen in astonishment.

"Whew!" With a bang, the flying sword, which was as fast as thunder, was nailed to Mu Xiao's wooden body, so injured...... It's nothing, He Ling has done it before.

But to his bewilderment, the injury he had created could be healed by Mu Xiao in a few breaths, and the sword was nailed to Mu Xiao's body, nailing it to the ground.

"It's ...... He's dead? ”

"How is that possible?"

He didn't understand why Mu Xiao, who was known for his vitality, would die so easily.

And when he turned his head to look in the direction where the flying sword was fired, the shock on his face was even heavier.

"It's you!"

(End of chapter)