With his left arm, Amontei, who was shrouded in flames under his body, was not able to... Giving up and admitting defeat, he screamed loudly, pinched out a seal with his remaining right hand, and was about to prepare to perform the descending technique again to make a final fight. At this moment, Amentai has already made up his mind, even if he can't escape, he will die with Zhang Wenzhong and take him to Huangquan together!

It was at this time that Zhang Wenzhong's powerful sword completely shattered the dark red dagger held by the little ghost. With the falling of debris, the little ghost, which was closely related to the dark red dagger, opened his mouth and let out a creepy scream, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke, and the bait disappeared invisibly.

The yīn soul of this little ghost was originally associated with this dagger, and now that the dagger is destroyed, it can no longer exist in this world.

After breaking Amentai's little ghost sword, Zhang Wenzhong rushed to Amentai's body with one arrow step, and raised his hand to slash at his head with a sword.

Amuntai was shocked when he saw this, and through Zhang Wenzhong's move, he immediately understood that the other party was very clear about the weakness of the head lowering division. If he really let Zhang Wenzhong's sword cut on his head, then he would no longer have a way to turn over, even if he even cultivated to become a "Siluo Bottle, there would be no chance!"

Seeing Zhang Wenzhong's sword slashing horizontally, Amengtai, who was covered in fire, hurriedly wanted to crouch down to avoid the sword that slashed at his head. However, just as he was squatting, the three-foot sword in Zhang Wenzhong's hand turned into a horizontal slash and a vertical slash, still heading towards his head.

Amontei, who was frightened, didn't think much about it, and hurriedly tilted his upper body back, which actually made his head narrowly avoid the sword chopped down by Zhang Wenzhong, but his chest and abdomen couldn't avoid this sword, and he was disemboweled. Amentai's body collapsed to the ground, blood pouring out of his disemboweled chest and abdomen, and he saw that he would not survive, and the churning eclipse poisonous mist was also invisible in an instant.

But Zhang Wenzhong knew that this matter was not over, for a head lowering master, as long as his head had not been completely destroyed, then he still had a chance to turn over!

Zhang Wenzhong would never allow such a thing to happen, so he took another step forward and stabbed his sword at Amentai's head.

Amentai, who was covered in fire and was disemboweled, did not die, he opened his mouth violently and spewed out a cloud of dark red blood, turned into two bloody arrows, and flew towards Zhang Wenzhong's eyes in the sharp sound of breaking the air.

Zhang Wenzhong hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the two blood arrows, and the sword momentum of the downward slash slowed slightly.

This was the moment that Amuntai wanted, and a scalp-numbing shrill whistle burst out of his mouth, and then a cloud of blood suddenly churned around his neck, and his head was separated from his body, and he flew at a very fast speed towards the window that had been smashed by the three-legged black, trying to speed away.

For a head-descending master, as long as his head is not completely destroyed, then he will not die. Even if his body is gone, he is still able to rely on the secret method of cultivation to become a "silk bottle" and parasitize by forcibly taking away other people's bodies, so as to continue to live in this world in the form of "human."

Amontet's head flew extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it had flown out of the window. The three-legged crow was unaware of this and was unable to stop Amentai's head at the first time. However, its second reaction was extremely fast, and it immediately flapped its wings and flew away, chasing it out.

And Zhang Wenzhong, who had avoided the two blood arrows, raised his eyebrows, and his mind suddenly moved, and two yīn yang two qi nails that were exuding the cold qi of Sen Ran immediately appeared, and instantly appeared on both sides of Amentai's head, piercing into the temples on both sides of him with Ling Ran's momentum. The three-legged crow also chased out of the window at this time, raised two sharp and powerful claws, and grabbed straight at Amentai's head.

A golden net suddenly appeared at this time. In an instant, Amentai's head was covered in a net. The claws of the three-legged crow immediately grasped the golden net, and the flames and golden light collided and intertwined with each other, blooming with a glorious and silent brilliance.

"Who is making trouble?!" Zhang Wenzhong raised his eyebrows. Staring out of the window, the sword intent suddenly soared, and even materialized into a miniature Ying Dragon with fire all over his body, hovering beside him, staring out the window with a pair of red dragon eyes. As soon as there is any unfavorable change outside this window, this Ying Dragon, which has been transformed from sword intent, will roar out and launch a fierce attack on the enemy.

This "Pure Yang Ying Dragon Sword Intent" was learned by Zhang Wenzhong from the pure Yang real person Lu Dongbin back then, the attack power is amazing, once this scissor is used, it immediately echoes with the sun jīng fire on the three-legged black body, stunned to make the surrounding temperature rise sharply, in the blink of an eye, the temperature that should have been cold to the bone, turned out to be scorching and unbearable, making people sweat unstoppably.

"Amitabha, don't do it, don't do it, monk, I'm not here to fight with you. As soon as he spoke, the chubby bald head poked his head out of the window, grinned at Zhang Wenzhong in the house, and said, "Major General Zhang." Monk, I'll come into the house, but don't do anything. I'm not that crazy girl who has to compete with people at every turn,"

As he spoke, the fat monk had already rolled in through the window. Vulgar, fat people are afraid of heat is really a little reasonable, since entering the house to "star" Shang has been constantly wiping the sweat flowing down his face with the sleeve of the monk's robe. He peeked at the pure Yang Yinglong hovering beside Zhang Wenzhong, stuck out his tongue, and said, "Major General Zhang, can you first withdraw your sword intent into your body? If you continue like this, I'm afraid that I will die of heat here, monk." ”

When he said this, the fat monk's heart was speechless. Although he had also seen several sword cultivators who had cultivated sword intent, several of them had sword cultivators whose cultivation was stronger than Zhang Wenzhong's. However, the pressure brought to him by the sword intent of those sword cultivators was far less than that of Zhang Wenzhong's pure yang Ying Dragon sword intent.

The fat monk muttered with emotion in his heart: "This guy doesn't look like a sword cultivator, how can he refine such a shocking sword intent? If he waits for his cultivation to reach the end of the well stage. Even at a higher realm, wouldn't the coercion of this sword intent become earth-shattering?

At the same time that the fat monk peeked at Zhang Wenzhong, Zhang Wenzhong was also looking at the fat monk with slightly squinted eyes: he had a shiny bald head, wearing a light gray monk's robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand, and holding a black cloud stick in his right hand. Don't look at him with a playful expression, in fact, the jīng god is highly concentrated, and he may use his Buddhist supernatural powers at any time to deal with Zhang Wenzhong's pure yang Ying Dragon Sword Intent.

Zhang Wenzhong did not take the Pure Yang Yinglong Sword Intent back into his body as he said, but raised his sword and pointed at this unfortunate guest from afar, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you cultivate is the Divine Power of the Vast Splashing Golden Net? In this way, you are a monk of the Wutai Mountain Pure Cloud Sect? What are you doing here? Why do you use the Jianjin Net to take away the head of the head descending master Amengtai? What is the relationship between you and him? Also, why do you know my military rank?"

"You," how do you know that I am cultivating the Divine Power Sect of the Vast Splashing Golden Net? The fat monk's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Zhang Jiazhong with a face full of disbelief.

Seeing that Zhang Wenzhong didn't mean to answer his question, the fat monk scratched his head and smiled awkwardly, and replied honestly: "Major General Zhang, you are the deputy head of the special service group of the General Staff Jǐng Health Bureau, and I am one of the members of the special service group. This time, I came to Yongcheng City precisely for this Amentai. Unexpectedly. Before I could do it, Major General Zhang cut him off. But his head can't be destroyed, at least not at this time, because I still have to twist his head and go back to his life. Of course, Major General Zhang, you can rest assured, with the Mojin Net, even if Amengtai becomes a "Silk Bottle", there is no escape. In addition, Major General Zhang, you don't have to worry that I will take your credit. What the hell is going on here? I will be the original to the group leader"

Once he opened his mouth, the fat monk couldn't close the chatterbox, and he talked endlessly. After seeing this scene, Zhang Wenzhong finally understood why the fat monk was given a "can't say" legal name. It seems that the old monk who gave him this Dharma name was not less ravaged by his words.

As a last resort, Zhang Wenzhong could only forcibly interrupt him and asked: "Okay, don't say it again, you said that you are a member of the special service group of the General Staff Jǐng Security Bureau?

The fat monk couldn't say that he immediately took out two documents from his arms and threw them at Zhang Wenzhong: "This is the military officer certificate issued by the General Staff Jǐng Health Bureau, and this is the monk certificate issued by the Buddhist Association. If you feel that these two documents alone cannot prove my identity, then you can also call Major General Bai and ask, he knows about me

Zhang Wenzhong first examined his two documents, and after confirming that they were true, he took out his mobile phone with his left hand and dialed Bai Guangming's phone. After getting the confirmed news from Bai Guangming, he took the Pure Yang Ying Dragon Sword Intent back into his body, and put away the three-foot sword.

Zhang Wenzhong said: "You can take Amentai's head away, and you don't have to worry about him becoming a silk bottle." Because I've completely destroyed his brain. Plus, the aftermath here is also up to you. Presumably, you who served in the special service team should have a lot of experience in dealing with the aftermath

As soon as the fat monk stretched out his hand, he received the zero gold net covering Amentai's head in his hand, and muttered in a low voice: "I was just sent to the special service team by the master for training."

At this time, Brother Scar's companion, who had just been frightened under the dinner table, actually mustered up the courage to drill out, grabbed the black sè iron box that fell on the ground, and shouted at Zhang Wenzhong and the fat monk in a trembling voice: "Don't kill me, I don't want to die yet, if you refuse to let me go, I will kill you with this thing." I've heard what Amontei said just now, this black iron box is a powerful weapon."

"Hurry up and put this down," the Seven Evil Soul Eater Box. Zhang Wenzhong and the fat monk's faces changed in unison, and they shouted loudly.