Yang Chen didn't use the shuttle, because the shuttle could easily expose Yang Chen's identity.

Liu Xiang's identity only used the Flying Sword of Xiyang, and this flying sword with no surname was rarely revealed, so almost no one knew that it was Yang Chen's weapon. The flying sword with the surname of Tu naturally cannot be compared with the flying shuttle in terms of flight speed, and Yang Chen also disguised himself as a muscular man with good alchemy, so it will arouse suspicion when he is fast.

Sensing the unfriendly aura, Yang Chen didn't react, he still followed the original direction, controlled the flying sword of the resting soil, controlled it at a height of about ten zhang from the ground, and flew towards the destination unhurriedly.

There was a patch of yellow sand as far as the eye could see, and there was no other color except for the deep shades of yellow. There is not a single sign of any creature on the flat sand dunes. In the ordinary desert, you can occasionally see a little oasis, but Yang Chen is now looking at it, there is no green at all.

Without the slightest warning, the attack came quietly. In the world of demon beasts, there is no such thing as saluting first and then soldiering, everyone only has cruel life and death. There is no grudge, no cause and effect, there is only one simple reason, I can live after eating you, it is so simple that it is outrageous, cruel to the point of creeping, this is the way to survive in the desert.

The Xiyang Flying Sword is a flying sword that can grow slowly, and the simple soilless surname also makes this flying sword destined to have a strong style. The moment he sensed an attack, Yang Chen's flying sword had already met it. There is no reason to talk about here, the only truth is the fist, that is, the flying sword, whoever is powerful is the truth, that is, justice.

The flying sword slashed heavily at a spike, and the two sides collided, making a loud noise, and even the yellow sand below was shaken and trembled.

In this impact, the two sides were evenly matched, and no one took advantage. The spikes and the flying sword parted at the touch of a button, and each flew back to his master's side.

Without even the slightest sense of surprise or frustration, the owner of the spike burrowed directly into the yellow sand and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Aside from the slightest sign of a creature where he had burrowed into the sand, there was no sign of any other creature.

Yang Chen was holding the Breathing Flying Sword in his hand, but his face was unusually dignified. It looks like the other party has disappeared, but then it's time to see the real chapter.

As if to verify Yang Chen's guess, several figures rushed out from under the yellow sand in all directions and attacked Yang Chen. This time, Yang Chen saw it really, all the figures were the same kind of demon beasts, and all of them were huge centipedes with the color of yellow sand.

The spike just now was one of the two spikes on the edge of the centipede's mouth. Now it had changed from one to a dozen, stabbing towards Yang Chen frantically from all directions.

With the flying sword in his hand, Yang Chen's divine sense firmly locked on each spike, and his right hand holding the flying sword swung rapidly, making a clanging sound.

At this time, Yang Chen did not retain his strength, but exerted his strength at the level of the sea solidly. All the spikes that were knocked by Yang Chen were as if they had been hammered by some giant hammer, and they flew in all directions at a speed ten times faster than when they flew in.

Every spike that was smashed by Yang Chen's flying sword inevitably appeared one after another, telling that after flying hundreds of zhang away, it was irretrievably shattered into a pile. The power of overpowering the sea level is simply not something that these demon beasts can withstand with the spikes that they have simply refined.

The two natal magic weapons were destroyed, and those huge centipedes didn't seem to panic, and they exhaled in a big mouth.

The gas exhaled from the centipede's mouth was colorless and tasteless, and it could not be seen or touched, if it weren't for the fact that he was facing each other and watching several big centipedes open their mouths and exhale, even Yang Chen would not be able to judge.

The strange situation made Yang Chen not say a word, his figure immediately rose up, and then quickly fled. The centipede itself is highly poisonous, and the breath that comes out of the mouth is by no means a simple poison.

Sure enough, Yang Chen's figure didn't leave far away, and below the original location, half of the huge sand dunes disappeared. There was no sound, neither the corrosive sound of Yang Chenren's water flying sword, nor any movement, as if he had suddenly been bitten by some monster.

Yang Chen had already flashed behind a big centipede at this moment. The big centipede, which is several feet long, does not look as terrifying as the size of She Kui Xie Sha Qianzhang back then, but just this silent, colorless and tasteless poison makes people can't help but retreat.

The monster's reaction was indeed fast, but unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. At the moment when the centipede had already turned around for more than half of the time, and its mouth was about to spew out poisonous gas, the flying sword in his hand had already slashed heavily on the body of the big centipede.

"There is a wrong, and there is a debtor! If you do it first, it is no wonder that you are going on a killing spree. Yang Chen, the mantra of the habitual surname, did not say it directly, but recited it silently in his heart, and the flying sword cut off the big centipede.

In the middle of the big centipede's body, a huge wound instantly appeared. Only the first small part of the wound looked smooth, cut by the flying sword, and the others looked more like they had been smashed open by the flesh.

The poor centipede, without even making a loud sound, twisted in sharp pain, and within a moment, its body stopped writhing and fell completely silent.

Yang Chen didn't care about anything else at this time, and threw himself into the fight with several big centipedes. The flying sword in his hand is more often not like a flying sword, but more like a powerful and terrifying stick. Others mostly use swords and stabs, but Yang Chen uses more smashing at this moment.

Whether it was a refined magic weapon or a centipede's body, as long as it touched Yang Chen's flying sword, there was only one result left, which was smashed or broken, and there was no other possible surname.

Just when Yang Chen thought that he could deal with these big centipedes first and then go to unseal them with peace of mind, a terrifying suction suddenly came from the ground of the desert. The object of the suction was Yang Chen's divine sense, and as soon as he came into contact with Yang Chen's divine sense, it was as if he had tasted something delicious, and he frantically grabbed it.

Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, this feeling was clearly the state of the sealing formation when absorbing the divine sense, but he hadn't rushed to the part of the formation yet, how could the formation have already been activated? Could it be that there was already something unexpected in it? )