The black-robed figure in front of him brought Zhang Yuan an unimaginable heavy oppression, which was definitely the strongest opponent he had ever encountered.

A knife that crushes snow with one palm!

This kind of person can only be described as unfathomable.

In the face of this person, Zhang Yuan had no confidence at all.

The same is true of the Four Absolute Divine Monks.

Even though he brought the Buddhist relics with him, he still felt a deep sense of unease.

Soon, though, the faces of the two showed different colors.

Zhang Yuan looked behind the black-robed figure in surprise.

He rubbed his eyes, almost delusional.

Behind the black-robed figure, there was another shadow at some point.

It looked extremely burly, about two meters, motionless, a head taller than the black-robed figure.

But the black-robed figure didn't seem to notice him, and a pair of eyes were still looking at the black crow in Zhang Yuan's hand, falling into thought.

Zhang Yuan and the four peerless monks looked at each other.

What's the situation?

What's the extra figure in the back?

Is it friend or foe?

The black-robed figure looked at the black crow, and the more he looked at it, the deeper his eyes became, as if he had fallen into a distant memory.

"The evil star of the year actually survived to the present"

He muttered in his mouth, his eyes fell on Zhang Yuan again, and then looked at Zhang Yuan's eyebrows, and his eyes were even more puzzled.

"And the Mark of the Demon Buddha?"

He was lost in thought.

It seems that I can't figure out so many things that can be entangled in a person.

Zhang Yuan and the Four Peerless Divine Monks also looked more and more weird.

One moment he looked at the black-robed figure, and the other at the shadow behind him.

The shadow behind him was extremely strange.

With the eyesight of the two, they couldn't see his appearance clearly.

He was shrouded in darkness, as if a mysterious power had covered everything.

The two of them became more and more cautious and cautious.

Overhead, the clouds dispersed, and a half-crescent moon emerged.

A flash of moonlight poured down, casting shadows on the ground.

The black-robed figure's eyes flashed, and he suddenly noticed that he was in front of him.

Two shadows?

His face changed slightly, and Huo Ran turned back.

The burly figure behind him was less than three feet away from him, more than a head taller than him, his shawl was scattered, his face was not clear, and there were only two eyes of light, looking down on him, which was soul-stirring.

The black-robed figure's face changed, and he quickly retreated.

Who is this?

When did it appear?

"Who are you?"

The black-robed figure floated back ten meters away and shouted in a low voice.

But when the words fell, his face changed again.

The figure reappeared about three feet in front of him.

With his eyesight, he couldn't even see how the other party moved.

Call!

He didn't think about it, he raised a palm and slapped it on the spot, and the powerful palm power was like a vast ocean, tearing the air apart, making a low roar, and surging towards the other party's body.

Rumble!

However, all the palm power rushed in, but all disappeared.

The surface of the other party's body seems to have an invisible whirlpool, devouring everything.

The powerful and terrifying palm power did not cause him the slightest damage.

A terrifying divine light shot out of the eyes of the black-robed figure, and it was unbelievable that all of this was unbelievable.

The power of his palm is almost at the peak of the world.

Is the other party okay?

"Look for death!"

His eyes were cold, the demonic qi was running, and with a bang, a soaring purple qi appeared all over his body, rich and deep, and he raised a palm again and blasted towards the burly figure.

But this time, when the bombardment came, the burly figure finally moved, raised a palm casually, and walked towards the opposite side.

His palms slapped out, emitting a terrible aura like a wild beast, and a deafening dragon roar came from the air, the ground shook, and the buildings collapsed, as if a dragon had been born.

Bang!

The palms of the two men clashed together on the spot, making a dull loud noise.

But then, the sound of bones breaking was heard.

The wrist of the black-robed figure was broken on the spot, and it was carried by the palm of the burly figure, firmly imprinted on his own chest.

Bang!

His chest exploded on the spot, purple blood splattered, and a large hole appeared that was translucent from front to back, and all the internal organs in it were cracked.

With a single blow, he flew upside down and smashed into the distance, shattering large swathes of the building.

He sneered and melted, smoked and vomited blood.

"Descending'''Descending the Dragon Eighteen Palms, who are you?"

The black-robed figure said in shock.

The burly figure remained motionless again.

The black-robed figure propped himself up, his face turned pale, and fled directly into the distance.

But as soon as his body rushed out, the burly figure instantly appeared behind him, and slapped it down with another palm, and the dragon roar was deafening, loud and terrifying, making Zhang Yuan and the others feel the tingling pain in their eardrums.

Bang!

Another blow, half of the black-robed figure's body was blurred, and it smashed into the distance like mud, vomiting blood, and melting all over the body more quickly.

"You''re you, how can you live so long? I don't believe it, I don't believe you can live that long?"

The black-robed figure was shocked.

The burly figure stopped again, motionless.

Zhang Yuan and the Four Peerless Divine Monks looked surprised.

Proficient in the eighteen palms of dragon descending, this is a strong beggar gang!

"Senior, kill him, he's a demon clan!"

Zhang Yuan shouted.

The burly figure remained motionless, as if it hadn't heard.

Zhang Yuan and the Four Peerless Divine Monks looked at each other.

The state of this strong man doesn't seem right?

The black-robed figure on the ground, spitting blood, also sensed something unusual.

"No consciousness, you''re not conscious?"

He was shocked.

The man in front of him seemed to be just relying on instinct.

It's like an animal hunting, if the prey is motionless, there is no danger.

He couldn't believe it.

An unconscious corpse that almost killed itself?

"Unconscious?"

Zhang Yuan and the Four Peerless Divine Monks' faces changed.

How is this possible?

Zhang Yuan suddenly gasped and remembered something.

This can't be the corpse that flew out of the Broken Soul Mountain Range, right?

When he heard Ren Xingyun mention it, the corpse of the beggar gang leader broke through the air and became a living dead.

Is this the one in front of you?

He couldn't help but doubt it.

Those who are proficient in the eighteen palms of dragon descending and have no consciousness should be the only one.

Zhang Yuan's heart tumbled, if it was really this one, then it would be absolutely safe this time.

The burly figure was motionless, with long hair scattered and only a pair of extremely deep eyes.

The black-robed man on the ground vomited blood, his face turned pale, and he didn't dare to move anymore.

At this moment, a monstrous wave set off in his heart.

I'm going to die!

Almost killed by a corpse!

If it is spread out, it will definitely be the most aggrieved demon clan.

"Damn, how could this be, didn't you sit down 10,000 years ago? Why did you become the living dead?"

He cursed in his mouth.

Seeing that he didn't move, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed, he lifted the snow drinking knife, and suddenly strode over.

"Senior, how about I give you a ride?"

Bang!

couldn't help but say, and directly a terrible knife gang instantly pressed over.

The knife gang more than 60 meters long is bright and dazzling, and it is extremely terrifying.

"Presumptuous!"

The black-robed figure shouted angrily, quickly struck, and shot out a powerful palm force, blasting towards the knife gang.

However, at the moment when he smashed the sword, the body of the living dead flashed, and reappeared in front of the black-robed figure, and slapped down with a palm.

Bang!

The black-robed figure vomited blood, was hit by a palm and flew nearly a hundred meters away, his bones shattered, and he was buried by rocks.

He was completely frightened, hurriedly gathered all his demonic energy, got up and fled into the distance.

If he didn't restrain his demonic energy, he might be beaten to death by this corpse.

"Senior, he's gone!"

Zhang Yuan shouted.

The burly figure remained motionless.