Zhang Feiyang really hated Uncle Tai An.

If he hadn't done this just now, how could there be such a danger now?

Although compared to the Blood Red Butterfly that he killed just now, these new Blood Red Butterflies are not much different from the Blood Red Butterfly just now in terms of speed and strength, but his current state is obviously not as good as just now.

In order to avoid Tai Shu'an's sneak attack, by the way, find another opportunity to kill all the remaining blood red butterflies together, Zhang Feiyang consumed too much physical strength, and right now, if he wants to continue to fight with these new blood red butterflies in the same way as just now, it will definitely not work.

Really.

When the Blood Red Butterfly army attacked him again, Zhang Feiyang still insisted on flashing and moving, wielding the spirit stone stick to protect himself, but he was becoming more and more powerless, his speed decreased sharply, and the strength of attacking the Blood Red Butterfly was much worse.

And as time gradually passed, the offensive of the blood red discs was still unabated, and after delaying the work of a whole tea, there was finally a blood red butterfly poof, which successfully made a tentacle break through Zhang Feiyang's protection, stabbed his arm, and made his body smash, and the speed of avoidance was sharply reduced.

Then, the blood red disc sucked a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Feiyang trembled slightly, his face turned pale instantly, and when he continued to avoid, he was a little slower, and saw that there were new tentacles to break through the protection.

He screamed, suddenly launched a ruthless, his right hand continued to wave the spirit stone stick to smash the tentacles that rushed from all directions, his left hand clenched the tentacles that pierced into his arm, lowered his head and bit it hard, poof, after biting through the flesh and skin, he also learned to suck blood from this tentacle, and took a sharp breath into the blood red butterfly body, forcibly sucking the blood that was about to be sucked back into his mouth.

This was clearly beyond the expectations of the Scarlet Butterfly.

It screamed in pain, its tentacles softened, and it pulled back from Zhang Feiyang's body.

Zhang Feiyang would not let go of such a good opportunity, his right hand continued to meet the enemy with a spirit stone stick, his left hand probed, and he grabbed the tentacle halfway, and his body spun at high speed in place, as if he was picking up the stick, forcibly picked up the blood-red butterfly, and made a muffled bang, smashing the blood-red butterflies in all directions little by little, and fell to the ground in a mess.

At this time, in this deep area of the entire Butterfly Valley, only Zhang Feiyang was standing motionless like a piece of wood, and the Blood Red Butterfly and Taishu An had already fallen to the ground, and they would not be able to get up for a while.

Seeing Zhang Feiyang, who fell to the ground and was struggling violently, there was a small amount of chaos, but there was no joy of victory.

His brows were furrowed, his face was expressionless, as if he were a statue, and he was so serious that it was worrisome.

Because, after such a strong toss just now, he finally succeeded in getting rid of the disadvantage of being surrounded by him, but his physical exertion also exceeded expectations, and he even had no strength to escape.

Seeing that Uncle Tai An was looking at him with a gloomy face, the rest of the blood red butterflies around him had already begun to slowly stand up one by one, ready to take off again and send a new wave of offensive on his side, Zhang Feiyang's brain was running quickly, and he began to think about the last way to deal with it.

Because, he knows that if he continues to fight, he must no longer use a war of attrition, but can only fight quickly.

If he can't think of a way to destroy all these blood red butterflies in one go in a short period of time, then as long as one of them slips through the net, when more ordinary butterflies are summoned, it will be his death.

He clearly realized that this was a big question of life or death.

However, it is too difficult to solve this problem.

In the past, he was able to successfully kill so many blood red butterflies by making his own bait to attract the attention of the blood red butterflies, and then using Tai Shu An's scheming to kill himself, let his magic weapon Liangyi Pagoda kill some blood red butterflies, and when the blood red butterflies were distracted, they all went to attack Tai Shu An, so that he could have a chance to kill these blood red butterflies one by one.

It's a pity that it won't work with such a method now.

Uncle An is also about to run out of oil, if he can't treat himself in time, or treat other fellow disciples, he will soon die in front of him.

In this case, Uncle Tai An's aura still has any aura to manipulate the Liangyi Tower, and he has the heart and power.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang glanced at Tai Shu'an, remembered his magic weapon Liangyi Pagoda, tried to use imagination, simulated forcibly snatching this magic weapon in his mind, and then tried to control this magic weapon to fight with the Scarlet Butterfly army.

Unfortunately, the results were not satisfactory.

The speed of these two Yi Towers is fast and powerful, but they can only suppress one person at a time, and it is obviously not suitable to deal with the Blood Red Butterfly that wins by numbers.

Zhang Feiyang shook his head and looked at the spirit stone stick in his hand.

This magic weapon refined by himself is not bad, although compared with the real magic weapon, it can only be regarded as a defective product, with the hardness of the magic weapon, but it lacks the various magic effects of the magic weapon, but he just used it to kill all the blood red butterflies in one click.

Would it work to use it again?

Zhang Feiyang smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head again.

The success just now relied on fleeting timing, and now there is nothing to attract the attention of the Blood Red Butterfly, so naturally it is absolutely impossible.

Strategies must change.

Since the strategy has to be changed, it is naturally not possible to continue to use this spirit stone stick to formulate a new strategy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang took out the traceless belt that had been hidden in his arms and had never been used once in actual combat, but he only glanced at it and smiled.

What can this traceless tape do?

Could it be that with its concealment characteristics, it quietly approached the side of a blood-red butterfly, completely unfolded the traceless belt, and tightly wrapped the blood-red butterfly?

This approach is naturally possible.

The problem is that at this time, all he is facing is not a blood red butterfly.

Zhang Feiyang glanced at it, and together, there were as many as twenty-one blood red discs.

In this case, if you really want to use the traceless belt to face the battle, at least this traceless belt must be more than ten times wider in order to wrap all the blood red butterflies in one go.

If you can really do this, then it is feasible for you to use the spirit stone rod to kill the blood red butterflies that have lost their mobility one by one.

It's just that the idea is a little too whimsical.

Thinking of this, Zhang Feiyang's eyes lit up, full of anticipation, and immediately guided out the aura, injected it into the traceless belt, and tried to make it wider and bigger.

It's a pity that this traceless belt can only become longer and shorter with the amount of aura injected, but the size is fixed, no matter how much aura is injected, it can't be or shrink.

Zhang Feiyang was disappointed.

It doesn't seem to work.

At this moment, two or three feet away, a blood-red butterfly had taken the lead in regaining its mobility, and flew into the air again, a pair of red bloody eyes swept away, and Zhang Feiyang glanced at each other, and pounced excitedly, and the two tentacles in front of him seemed to be sharp knives, straight into Zhang Feiyang's chest.

Zhang Feiyang raised his hand and was about to continue waving the spirit stone stick to meet the attack, but seeing that more and more blood red butterflies behind him had resumed their actions one after another, as if they were lining up, in an upside-down herringbone, they pounced on his side.

Zhang Feiyang's face has always remained calm, but his heart is cold, knowing that this spirit stone stick may not work.

He looked down at the traceless belt in his other hand, the more he looked at it, the more he lost his confidence, a feeling of powerlessness came to his face, he was out of breath under pressure, and sweat the size of soybeans oozed from his forehead, which made Uncle An, who witnessed this scene from afar, proud and applauded excitedly.

"Good. Good. All right. Zhang Feiyang. See what else you can do. You can die in peace. I won't close my eyes until I watch you become human. ”

Zhang Feiyang heard it in his ears, but he thought he was farting.

At this time, it has reached a critical moment of life and death, how can he have the heart to pay attention to the scum of Tai Shu'an?

Seeing that the blood red butterfly was menacing, it seemed to be unstoppable, and it was impossible to escape, Zhang Feiyang took a deep breath, thought more calmly, looked down at the traceless belt again, and suddenly remembered the scene when he tasted the pain of the traceless belt for the first time, when he had already fled far away, but he gave Song Cuifu's traceless belt a pull, as if he had been hit by a whip, as if there was an old wound on his waist.

Zhang Feiyang's heart moved, and suddenly for a moment he seemed to have captured something, and looked more carefully at the traceless belt in his hand, and with a slight turn of his wrist, the wide belt spun rapidly, and in a few breaths, it became a magic weapon like a whip.

But in this way, the traceless belt is really used as a whip, even if it can kill a large number of blood-red butterflies with one whip, it can only kill the blood-red butterflies on one side.

What about the other side?

What if the other side was smarter and instantly summoned a new batch of ordinary butterfly demon beasts?

Obviously, this method is not working and needs to be further developed.

Zhang Feiyang was engrossed in the traceless belt that had turned into a whip, and a bold idea slowly emerged in his heart, and when he retracted his gaze and looked at the blood-red butterfly army again, he suddenly raised his hand and shook it, and like a python, he pounced on the nearest blood-red butterfly and rushed at the right wing of the blood-red butterfly.

With a soft pop, a stream of blood splattered out, and the blood-red butterfly lost control of one of its wings and fell from the sky, unable to move forward for the time being.

Zhang Feiyang was overjoyed, but he did not get carried away by the victory.

Seeing that the head of the traceless belt successfully pierced the wings of the blood-red butterfly, but it was also stretched to the limit and could not continue to extend, while the rest of the blood-red butterflies were still crazy to his side, he immediately guided all the aura in his body together without reservation, and injected ninety percent into the traceless belt, making the traceless belt become longer and longer, double, two, three or four times......

At the same time, his hand continued to shake, just like the method just now, and calmly controlled the traceless belt to fly around in the air, like a long snake, piercing the wings of the blood-red butterflies again and again.

In this way, I insisted on the work of half a burnt incense.

With a muffled thud, the last blood-red butterfly punctured its wings and fell to the ground.

At this moment, perhaps the Blood Red Butterfly sensed Zhang Feiyang's intentions, keenly smelled the danger, and immediately summoned a new batch of ordinary butterfly demon beasts to fly over.

Zhang Feiyang sneered.

He had expected this situation.

Just after these ordinary butterfly demon beasts approached, he shook his hand and continued to control the traceless belt to elongate, like a spirit snake out of a hole, and after piercing the wings of the new ordinary butterfly demon beast together, like a meat skewer, it was firmly strung on the same belt through the traceless belt.

Then, everything becomes logical and easy.

Zhang Feiyang held the traceless belt in his left hand and continued to guard if there were any new ordinary butterfly demon beasts flying to try to evolve into a blood-red butterfly, holding a spirit stone stick in his right hand, and walked step by step towards the blood-red butterfly that could not fly on the ground.

After one or two times like this, all the Scarlet Butterflies gave up their resistance and began to raise their heads in unison and let out a piercing scream, as if they were crying out for remorse and fear, as if they were crying for help.

But none of this can stop Zhang Feiyang.

When he saw that there were ordinary butterfly demon beasts coming, he flicked his left hand and strung them all together, if there were no butterfly demon beast reinforcements, then he continued to kill the remaining blood red disc army one by one.

Of course, due to the fact that this technique was used for the first time, Zhang Feiyang still made some mistakes in the whole process, such as accidentally letting the blood of the blood red butterfly splash on some ordinary butterfly demon beasts, making them swell into new blood red butterflies in front of him.

However, fortunately, the toughness of the Traceless Belt is good enough, even if those butterfly monsters successfully turn into blood-red butterflies, they still can't escape the fact that they have pierced their wings for the Traceless Belt, and they can only use their tentacles to make some fierce resistance to Zhang Feiyang, and they still can't escape the fate of cleaning up Zhang Feiyang.

In this way, after a whole cup of tea time, Zhang Feiyang slammed his right hand holding the spirit stone stick and waved it down, after the spirit stone stick killed an ordinary butterfly demon beast, all the butterfly demon beasts in this place finally died cleanly.

Zhang Feiyang still didn't dare to take it lightly and relaxed his vigilance.

Because, Uncle Tai An is still alive.

Before he got rid of this scourge, he didn't dare to be careless, let alone get carried away.

Who knows how much moisture Tai Shu'an's current state of serious injuries is?

If because of this, he underestimated Tai Shu An's resilience, gave him a sudden sneak attack, and avenged Zhou Xian without success, but lost his life, and even the loot that killed the Blood Red Butterfly just now was robbed by Tai Shu An, wouldn't it be a joke for him?

Zhang Feiyang immediately set his eyes on Taishu'an, remained vigilant, endured the fatigue from all over his body, and approached Taishu'an step by step.

At this moment, two grains of light like rice grains suddenly lit up in Uncle Tai'an's arms.

These two rays of light are the demon pills that Tai Shu'an obtained from the two blood-red butterflies he killed before.

It's just that at that time, these two demon pills were unremarkable, but now they lit up, left Taishu'an, flew into the air, circled together, slowly rotated, and revealed a mysterious aura from the inside out.

At the same time, Zhang Feiyang found that among all the blood-red butterfly corpses around him, meat balls of the same size also flew out, slowly rising into the air together, gathering together, and spinning.