On a wasteland in the northwest of Xishan Continent, two rays of light fell one after another. Zhang Yueming and Xuanyuan Zhen looked at the surrounding environment.
From time to time, large and small gaps will appear in the thunder sky over the Xishan Continent. Some gaps last for a little longer, and some will soon heal themselves as the guardian formation operates.
And whenever these gaps appear, there will be more or less escaping light passing through the gaps and falling on the Xishan Continent.
In the sky, thunderbolts of lightning were born out of thin air from time to time, some fell to somewhere in the Xishan Continent, and some struck directly into the openings in the sky.
Whenever these lightning strikes hit a gap in the sky, the torn gaps will be repaired faster. If any monks from the outside world are unlucky and happen to pass through these gaps, they will be eaten hard. Remember the five elements of lightning, if your cultivation level is low, your whole person will be wiped out in the lightning, not even a few bones will be left.
"The Yang family of Xishan is indeed extraordinary. No wonder even people like you, Brother Zhang, have to flee from our Shantideva Star Realm."
Xuanyuan Zhen looked at the flashes of lightning in the sky from time to time, and said with some fear: "You and I are pretty lucky. If we had been hit by this thunderbolt just now, I might not have been able to survive and walk around."
There was no expression on Zhang Yueming's metallic face. He looked a little more sinister in his indifference. Hearing this, he said coldly: "It's just the legacy left by Yang Junshan." It’s just Ze. Without Yang Junshan, the Xishan Yang family is like a giant with its backbone removed, and it just looks like a bluff.”
While the two were talking, their spiritual consciousness had already spread out to the surrounding area for dozens of miles, but they were also aware of a fight that was going on thirty miles to the southeast from here, as well as a fight just twenty miles away to the southwest. A streak of escaping light passed by.
"Hey, Brother Zhang really didn't lie to me. The monks of the Yang family really have unique attainments in body training. The little cultivator in front of me can't reach the Tao realm, but this body training has penetrated deep into the internal organs. Such With just a few modifications, the embryo can be enough to create a silver zombie. If you cultivate it carefully, it may become a golden zombie in the future!"
Xuanyuan Pun's attention was immediately attracted by a monk who had just entered the Taoist realm in the fight thirty miles away.
Compared to Xuanyuan Pun, who watched with great interest a fight between Taoist monks dozens of miles away, Zhang Yueming stood motionless beside him, but the stiff expression on his face made it difficult to understand him. What's on your mind.
"Hey, Brother Zhang, what are you thinking about? You were so lost in thought for so long?"
Xuanyuan Pun quickly noticed something strange about Zhang Yueming, so he asked.
Zhang Yueming said "Oh", and his spiritual consciousness swept across the battle group thirty miles away, and said slightly: "Although the Yang family in Xishan has a very complete inheritance of body training, and also pays more attention to the practice of body training, , but this little cultivator was able to practice the body-building technique to such a level in the Tao realm. He must be an outstanding existence among the younger generations of the Yang family. Since Brother Xuanyuan is optimistic about this embryo and wants to kidnap it, he will do it as soon as possible, but he must Proceed with caution."
Xuanyuan Pun was a little amused when he heard this, and said: "Brother Zhang just now seemed to be so formal and confident that the Yang family in Xishan would be doomed this time. How could he be so cautious again in the blink of an eye?"
Zhang Yueming was obviously a little distracted and said: "Oh,
Then, Brother Xuanyuan, let’s take action first. "
Xuanyuan Pun finally noticed that Zhang Yueming seemed to have ulterior motives, raised his brows and said, "Brother Zhang, you have something to do and you want to leave first?"
Zhang Yueming forced a smile on his face and said, "I'm sorry, I met an old enemy."
Xuanyuan Pun suddenly asked: "That escaping light that just passed by not far away?"
Zhang Yueming hesitated for a moment, but still nodded and said: "Yes, I'm afraid Zhang has to leave first. There are some things that Zhang must do. Now that he has arrived in Xishan Continent, Zhang's previous promise has been fulfilled." It has been completed. Of course, if Brother Xuanyuan is still willing to act with Brother Zhang, then Zhang will naturally be happy. "
Xuanyuan Zhen's eyes stayed on Zhang Yueming's face for a moment, and suddenly a burst of laughter burst out from his mouth, but his face still had an indifferent expression, and he said: "In that case, let's not waste Brother Zhang's time. Just do what you want.”
Yang Xuanfeng's flying sword always feels slow and slow when controlled.
Different from the sharp, swift, elegant, or ghostly styles of most swordsmen practicing flying swords, Yang Xuanfeng's flying swords can only be used in two words - heavy!
This kind of swordsmanship makes people feel that they are always slow to perform. It is naturally impossible to seize the upper hand in every battle. However, if you take the route of attacking later, it sounds more funny, but in fact Yang Xuanfeng The magic power of swordsmanship is often used to strike from behind!
His flying sword is not trying to be first at every turn, nor is it attacking late and arriving first, but rather anticipating the enemy's attack first!
That powerful and heavy sword strike will often force the opponent to come back to help and save himself, no matter what kind of magical power he uses, or how dazzling his methods are, or whether he is about to be killed.
Of course, all this is based on the fact that the cultivation strength of the enemy and ours is quite different, but it is enough to prove that Yang Xuanfeng's swordsmanship style and the swordsmanship he controls are quite extraordinary.
For example, the Qingyun Realm monk who is currently fighting with him, although he is one level higher than Yang Xuanfeng in terms of cultivation, the magical power in his hand is like a goddess scattering flowers, which is dizzying and can also give people a sense of An all-pervasive feeling.
However, it was such a magical power that was completely crushed like a heaven and earth net. When Yang Xuanfeng controlled the stone broad sword and slashed it down with great force, it gave people a feeling of opening up the world. All the shackles and nets were here. All disappeared in an instant.
The monk from Xizhou Star Palace exclaimed and quickly flew back. However, his flying sword was affected by Yang Xuanfeng's sword and instantly escaped his control, and then inexplicably hit the blade of the stone broad sword. , and then this top-notch treasure weapon, which was only one step away from the Taoist weapon, was actually split into two pieces.
The monk's magic weapon broke, and he felt as if he had been hit hard. Before he could speak, the monk's blood spilled out, and then he couldn't help but exclaimed: "What kind of swordsmanship do you have?"
Yang Xuanfeng pointed the stone sword at Brother Qingyun, and he immediately felt that his whole body was enveloped by a cold and thick breath. This breath even penetrated into his body from the pores of his body, and then began to directly interfere with the immortality in his body. Yuan's movement was so intense that even his mind began to become dizzy.