"Nine changes of dragon and snake" nine changes to one, theoretically need the last transformation to be completed, in order to merge the Tao and demons, yin and yang to one, to achieve the supreme, perfect, the Mahayana perfection imagined by the Black Sun Demon Lord, the challenge of breaking the boundary and ascending.

At that time, the increase obtained by the dragonization will be fully absorbed by the normal state, and the physical perfection will be completed.

Although they were both tempered before, the difference between the human body and the dragon body was increasing.

Regardless of the true element, the pure physical strength, after the first transformation, there was only a fourfold gap, and after the completion of the second transformation, it expanded to eight times, and now, the strength of the dragon body is as much as fifteen or sixteen times that of the normal state.

Although it was an incomplete change, it was enough to strengthen Zhang Yan's body and strength five times in an instant!

Zhang Yan's usual fighting style is biased towards sword cultivation, and the inheritance of the Jishan Sect is also between sword cultivation and the most traditional Daomen monks, and the battle relies on Zhenyuan and flying swords. The body played a small role in his battle.

More, it only plays a role that seems to be a backdrop.

Makes him more capable of taking blows and his body recovers faster. It can't be said that it doesn't work, it doesn't play a lot, it's just a small part of it.

After the sixth cocooning, Zhang Yan's current physical strength can be compared with the top real people like Yi Yaozi, and the lower limit cannot be worse than Feng Yanzi, Zhao Yanzi, Shang Qing'e and others.

This time, it doubled five times, and in an instant, it reached the level of a true person with a refined cultivation body.

You must know that the refining body of a cultivator is different from the ancient witch clan in it after all. Even if you cultivate your body, you can't give up your true element, but you put more effort into refining your body, and you rely more on your body in battle.

This round of fist-to-fist hard fighting is secretly in line with the way of physical cultivation.

At this time, Zhang Yan's physical strength, even if it is not as good as the physical cultivation in the fetal stage, is not much worse. Even if he hadn't practiced the combat techniques of orthodox physical cultivation, he didn't suffer a loss against the skinny blackfriar.

After the collision, the sleeves of the robe he had newly put on, which he had obtained from the Chunming Gate, shattered, revealing arms that seemed to be wearing a pair of arm guards. Nothing else seems to be there.

It was originally an instinctive move that was too hasty to think about it, but the effect was unexpectedly good.

Zhang Yan perked up and laughed, "Come again!"

The true yuan in his body was not enough, so he simply divided only a small amount of true yuan to control the flying sword, manipulated the "four looks" to fight and contain, concentrated most of the true yuan by himself, and said in his heart: "I haven't practiced the combat techniques dedicated to physical cultivation, but I still know the general way!"

With a wave of fists with both hands, he replaced the hammer with his fist, and used all the exercises he had seen before.

Whack in all directions!

This hammer method is fierce and unparalleled, and it is somewhat similar to the fighting style of body cultivation. Among the exercises collected by the Shan Sect, Zhang Yan has also seen Lan Yuandao use it with his own eyes. After that, in order to help Lan Yuandao break through the realm, he went through everything he had learned.

It's not proficient, but it's still easy to use.

The strength and body that are not inferior to the top real human body cultivation, and can barely reach the true yuan of the real human level. Add two by two, and dance with both fists, stirring up the wind and clouds, and making the celestial phenomena even more chaotic.

The expected trick didn't succeed, but suffered a big loss, and the thin monk snorted and waved his arms like a storm.

The claws of the beasts the size of the house were hit or scratched, and the head and face were struck at Zhang Yan.

Although he moved back to the situation, after all, he suffered a big loss before, and he almost affected Yujing. After a moment of surprise, annoyance regained the upper hand.

The new round of hard fighting between the two was terrifying, but it covered up the thunder and lightning that the strong man in black on the other side received from the sky.

The two sides fought hard for thirty or forty punches, and Zhang Yan's unprotected fist opened thin cracks, oozing blood.

"Hateful! The arm can also be explained with an arm guard, and the scales appear out of thin air on the palm, but ...... "If you want to say that it is absolutely suspicious, then it is not enough." It was not an absolutely dangerous time, and before that step, Zhang Yan's idea of seeking stability prevailed again.

After fighting for a while, Zhang Yan gradually understood that although his body was extremely suitable for the fighting method of physical cultivation, his own mind was really incompatible with physical cultivation! Isn't it stupid to take the body and other people's flying sword magic weapon Zhenyuan hard top?

is not brave and strong, arrogant and domineering character, let him learn the way of physical training, it is really difficult for him.

Relying on partial dragonization, temporarily move back to the situation, but that's it. After all, the previous body and true yuan were not small, if you can't further transform into a half-dragon, just by relying on this, you can have a slight upper hand, but it is not enough to completely suppress the opponent.

Especially when the opponent seems to be in a hard collision with him, in fact, it is not physical cultivation at all, and the True Yuan Beast Claw used is the most authentic spell.

The real hand hit the fake hand, and the skin cracked, which made Zhang Yan unhappy when he thought about it.

"If you want to defeat the enemy, you should continue with the previous plan!"

Zhang Yan's mind turned, and at the same time sent a message to Yujing.

I was careless when I was preparing just now, and I almost got into big trouble, but now I have to pay attention to it again.

"Later, you help me block, I'll take the opportunity to kill him......"

Yujing looked back, signaling to receive it, and at the same time said in his consciousness: "Be careful, there is more than one chance." ”

"Understood! Safety first, safety first!"

Zhang Yan laughed, stretched out his hand to take back the "four looks", and the person flew with the sword. Suddenly gave up entanglement with the thin man, and his body posture changed from fierce and domineering to soft and changeable again, like a fish and a bird, flying backwards, pulling a distance of dozens of meters. 398

The thin black-clad friar stepped forward at high speed.

The flight speed can't catch up with Zhang Yan, so he makes up for it with the extension of the true element. A pair of fingers condensed by Zhenyuan on his arm suddenly lengthened, chasing after Zhang Yan.

In ten breaths, the distance between the two people's bodies increased by as much as five hundred meters compared to just now, but the black-clothed monk's pair of beast claws were only one or two hundred meters away from Zhang Yan.

What Zhang Yan wants is just such a gap.

The two battlefields are staggered.

Zhang Yan and Yujing flew by mistakenly.

Yujing's side flashed with brilliance, holding the sky with both hands, catching the lightning above his head. The flying sword "Yujing" that attacked the strong man in black from a distance suddenly withdrew and attacked the black-clothed monk whose body was as thin as a short bamboo pole.

"It's now!"

Taking advantage of Yujing's one-to-two, he entangled the gap between the two opponents. Zhang Yanyun gathered the real yuan and accelerated with all his might.

There is no return to the sword!

The golden light that emerged from the surface of the body was stacked layer by layer, and it was reduced to one point. True Yuan, physical strength, and the sharp gold sword intent that he had time to invoke, all these factors combined to send out the most suitable sword he could send out at the moment!

Compared to the pure Ruijin Sword Intent, the power is not as good, and the preparation time is greatly reduced.

Compared with the surging pillar of light and sword qi torrent of the previous "Never Returning Sword of Sacrifice", this sword is much more condensed.

After a moment of golden light, the sky quickly returned to tranquility. The sound and light effect was close to nothing, only a small gold star, a little golden light, like a firefly, silently flying through the air.

Quiet, elegant and beautiful!

A little golden particle fluttered in the wind, following a seemingly winding route, bypassing the flying short sword, and falling towards the thin and short black-clothed monk.

"Image, be careful!"

It was six or seven miles away from Yujing, ten miles away from Zhang Yan, and the strong man in black who was also more than five miles away from his companions was the first to react and shouted loudly.

The thin man didn't dare to ignore it, and waved his hands in a row, wanting to lay a layer of claw shadow fist in front of him.

The fluttering golden light seems to be slow and fast, looking fluttering and shaking, but in fact, the speed is extremely fast. Before the thin monk Zhenyuan could be filled, a little golden light had already arrived in front of him.

Kiss!

The point of light met with the overflowing fist wind and the beast claw of the True Yuan Illusion, and only made a soft sound. It looked like a little golden light, as if it was as heavy as Mount Tai, almost unhindered, and fell all the way in.

"Hah!" The thin black-clothed friar's body couldn't dodge, and he didn't even have time to move his arms, so he had to push the drum with all his strength, squeezing and bursting out all the energy in his body.

The internal organs, skeletal muscles were all damaged.

A mixture of blood and qi, an unusually condensed and ferocious fist, emanated from his hand.

The point of light is slightly stagnant.

Immediately after, the last of the Blackfriar's resistance exploded. The force of the explosion pushed the point of light to the left slightly away, so that people could see the full picture of the golden point of light. It was clearly not a golden light, but a flying sword with a total length of more than three feet!

Just because Zhang Yan Zhenyuan was highly dense, he completely gathered an inch close to the tip of the sword, forming a strange flying attitude and light point illusion.

The flying sword of three feet six inches and two points, except for one inch close to the tip of the sword, the rest of it was dragged away, as if it was redundant in this attack. Unlike normal edgeworth, the true element circulates throughout the flying sword. The previous "Sacrifice Sword Without Returning", the distribution of true elements is dense and rare, and it is not extreme to this point!

The blackfriar tried his best to resist at the cost of self-injury, but he only looked in the direction of the "four looks" that flew automatically, and changed from facing the thin monk's chest to pointing between his waist and abdomen on the right side.

At this time, the distance and the extreme closeness are within reach.

The highly condensed energy, the sword qi that was about to explode and the sharp sword intent contained in it all made him feel terrified.

"Not good!" The black-clothed monk, who had been acting brave and strong, and had a hard fight with Zhang Yan, screamed wildly in his heart, and the alarm sounded wildly. Searching his body again, he urged Zhenyuan to pull his body up as much as he could, trying to escape the sword that made him feel extremely dangerous.

Blood welled up on his face, and more blood surged into his mouth.

The body had just moved, and it was less than a foot higher, and the attack of the Sigu Sword had already arrived in position.

Boom!

There wasn't much sound, and a little golden light fell on the outside of his thigh.

Touching the periphery of the "Four Looks", the air flow carried by the flying sword brushed by. First the outer thighs, then the hips, and thighs. The left thigh and torso junction completely turned into ashes, and the entire calf fell in the air. Then the waist, abdomen, and ribs all disappeared in the sword light, revealing most of the damaged internal organs in the abdominal cavity, and a lively beating heart.

Almost half of his body was wiped out.

The skinny monk tried his best to keep his heart intact. The air shook twice, unable to tell whether it was caused by self-injury caused by excessive drumming, or the blood gushing from the attack, and opened his mouth to spit out a fountain of blood.