Two people appeared to help Zhang Bairen all of a sudden, which was unexpected by everyone, even Zhang Bairen didn't react.

However, there were still too few people, and he had to abandon He Jun for the time being and turn back to fight these people.

"Old ghost of Beihe, old man of Nanzhuang, do you want to die?" Sima Yan was furious, he didn't expect that someone would dare to help Zhang Bairen.

"Hehe, if you can't get used to it, you're going to die? Another person rushed out of the crowd, an old man in a Taoist robe.

The old man was very energetic, holding the dust in his hand, and he actually circled three masters in the early stage of condensation, and seeing him like this, it seemed that he had extra strength.

"Pingdingshan Old Dao!" Mo Sansi's face sank, and he said word by word: "Are you planning to be enemies of the many forces of the ancient city?"

"Ahh

A head of the house suddenly let out a scream, his arm was bloody, and the whole person withdrew from the circle, and above the position he had just placed, stood a thin man with narrow eyes.

The man had a dagger in his hand!

The city lord has a great birthday, and invites knights all over the world. There are a lot of dragons and snakes here, and someone secretly brings in with a weapon, and there is no way to do it.

"Black Mountain Fox Man, even you dare to stand up to us?" Mo Sansi looked at that person, his eyes gloomy.

The words that answered him were that the Black Black Mountain fox disappeared and reappeared, killing a family head again.

He's too fast, and his assassination methods are a headache. Many people who were besieging Zhang Bairen couldn't help but turn around and be on guard.

Zhang Bairen pulled out and killed He Jun at once.

And Cang Feifei glanced at Zhang Bairen, killed into the crowd, and dealt with the four Black Mountain fox people against the dozen people.

However, even the five of them, against the sixteen or so people, still had the upper hand.

Before, these sixteen people were beaten by Zhang Bairen's qi and blood, and their internal strength was somewhat disordered. Now the four strong men have joined strongly, and their situation has been disrupted.

"He Jun, do you dare to take my punch?" Zhang Bairen rushed towards He Jun, and a punch was blasted out, and the fire on his fist soared into the sky.

A phoenix roared throughout the universe, shocking the heroes. In the night, the firelight reflected on the faces of the people, reflecting the shocked faces.

Golden Crow Long Fist!

Zhang Bairen didn't pour all the internal force this time, but he also took away thirty percent of his internal force, but the Golden Crow Long Fist used by the Changchun Divine Skill doubled its power.

The stone man He Jun looked at this powerful fist, and there was a hint of retreat in his heart. However, Zhang Bairen's words made him not retreat, otherwise he would become a coward.

He himself is more advanced in cultivation than Zhang Bairen, and he was invited by Zhang Bairen to fight but did not dare to agree, after this incident, Zhang Bairen died, and he was also ruined!

"Come on, come!" In desperation, He Jun urged the internal force around his body to run on his arm.

His entire right hand turned gray, and the color gradually deepened, and there was even a tendency to turn black.

"Rock Fist!" He Jun shouted, and the internal force of his body focused on entering this punch.

The fists touched, and the firelight shone in the center, and the slate gray swept out.

There was a bang, and everyone saw the scene in the field clearly, and cracks appeared in the petrified arms of the stone man He Jun, and cracks cracked like turtle lines.

On the other hand, Zhang Bairen's fist was still hot, and Jin Crow hissed above his fist.

"Bang!"

The force was only sent out at this time, and He Jun's whole person was blown away, spurting out a mouthful of blood in the air, and falling into the rockery in the distance.

He Dangdang's eyes widened, and he couldn't even believe that his proudest son was knocked away by Zhang Bairen's punch.

"Such a waste, you still dare to fight with me for a woman? Find a stone to live for the rest of your life!" Zhang Bairen spat out, his face full of disdain.

When He Jun, who had been struggling from the pile of rocks, heard this, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood again in anger, and stood up without a face.

After repelling the He army, Zhang Bairen did not rush over again, but turned back to kill those family masters.

He stretched out his hand, and a purple star rod appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"What kind of trick is this?"

"A stick out of thin air?

"W, how is this done?"

Almost everyone was shocked when they saw this action.

Many family heads who were fighting were shocked when they saw Zhang Bairen coming back with the purple star stick.

"Master Sima, don't you make a move?" someone shouted.

Sima Yan and Mo Sansi glanced at each other, feeling that they couldn't continue to watch.

The two shot at the same time and killed Zhang Bairen together.

"Shaft, suffer death!" Sima Yan burst out and slammed his fist into Zhang Bairen's face.

Mo Sansi didn't know where to take out a folding fan, but the folding fan in his hand was extremely sharp, slashing at Zhang Bairen's lower body.

"Humph!"

Zhang Bairen snorted coldly, holding the purple star stick in his left hand, blocking the slash of the folding fan, and then waved his palm with his right hand.

He slapped the ninth and last palm of the Fulong palm one after another - the flying dragon is in the sky!

With this palm, the qi on Zhang Bairen's arm turned into a golden dragon, roaring and flying towards Sima Yan.

Mo Sansi had a sneer on his face and said, "My Sansi Fan is a seven-grade spiritual weapon, which can cut gold and iron, and you also want to resist this stick ......."

However, before he finished speaking, Sansi Fan had already slashed on Zhang Bairen's purple star stick.

He wanted to see the death of a stick, and he couldn't see it.

His three-thought fan slashed on the purple star rod, as if it was slashed on gold and iron, leaving not even a trace.

And Zhang Bairen's strong strength made his hand holding the folding fan tremble a little, but Zhang Bairen was not comfortable, and his internal force invaded his body, and his breath was disordered for a while.

On the other side, Zhang Bairen's flying dragon and Sima Yan's black fist collided in the sky, his palm prints were instantly scattered, and the whole person also took a few steps backwards.

Looking at Sima Yan again, the whole person dragged out a deep ravine on the ground. And yet his fists were fine.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Sima Yan and Mo Sansi whispered at the same time, and then glanced at each other.

They fought against Zhang Bairen, but they didn't have the upper hand. And it's still a two-on-one situation.

Zhang Bairen relied on his strong strength, making it difficult for them to get close.

However, they were wrong, Zhang Bairen was in very poor health at this time. Although the two of them were repelled by his might, he was also entered by the internal force of the two, and if he hadn't been sucked into the demon space in time, he was afraid that his meridians would have been destroyed.

However, even if this is the case, it makes Zhang Bairen very uncomfortable.

If he fights for a long time, he is afraid that he will be killed by these two people! At most, he will beat the two of them back every time, making them roll in their blood and blood, but it is difficult to really get hurt.

The two were repulsed, and they were about to strike again, when suddenly two figures came to the front of Zhang Bairen.

"Baishinan, hurry up!"

It was Mr. Li and Mr. Ma Fei, and the two gentlemen didn't know when they had an extra long sword in their hands.