"What?"
Yang Junshan, who had originally planned to recharge his batteries, suddenly jumped up from the ground and couldn't help but say: "Real or false?"
The pangolin that woke up looked very listless. Hearing this, he just said: "You'll know after you go and see it!"
After that, he pointed a direction to Yang Junshan and said, "I'm very sleepy and can't hold on for long."
Yang Junshan casually took out a spiritual elixir for restoring true energy and swallowed it, then quickly hurried in the direction pointed out by the pangolin.
After the three real men of Shaking Heaven Sect were attacked and dispersed, Zhang Yueming was chased by three outside monks and fled all the way. He finally killed one of them and got rid of the pursuit behind him. Only then did he realize that he had arrived at an unknown place. on the Gobi Desert.
After Zhang Yueming took a short rest, he turned a ring on his finger. This was a specially made instrument of the Shaking Sky Sect. The three rings were on the hands of Qingshu Zhenren, Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin respectively. In his hand, there was a faint feeling between the three rings in the Burial Sky Ruins. This was also the reason why the three people from the Shaking Sky Sect were able to gather quickly after entering the Burial Sky Ruins. At this time, Zhang Yueming wanted to pass through the circles. Huan came to check the location of the other two.
At least the induction is still there, which means that Qingshu Zhenren and Ning Bin are at least still alive. This makes Zhang Yueming slightly relieved, but the distance between the three of them seems too far, but he still casually Decided to follow the weak induction between the circles to join the other two.
Zhang Yueming stood up and looked around, then chose a direction and walked more than ten miles away. Here he suddenly stopped. Not long after he had just refined the Zhenshan Stone, he felt a feeling similar to the Zhenshan Stone. The power of mountains and rocks comes from the same source, and the direction of the source of this power seems not too far away from him.
The great effect that the Zhenshan Stone brought to Zhang Yueming was still vivid in his mind, making it difficult for him to resist the temptation.
Turning around a barren sand dune, Zhang Yueming's footsteps stagnated, his eyes condensed, and he suddenly looked at a person who appeared opposite him almost at the same time.
"So Brother Zhang also discovered this place!" asked the man opposite.
Zhang Yueming said in a deep voice: "So Brother Yang is here. It's really gratifying to see Brother Yang safe and sound. But I don't know what Brother Yang means by 'finding this place'?"
The person opposite was Yang Junshan, who came here under the guidance of the weapon spirit pangolin. But just after he arrived at the yellow sand pile, he found that Zhang Yueming also happened to appear. Of course, he did not believe this was a coincidence and would rather I believe that Yang Junshan should have been guided by something similar to him and had the same purpose as him.
Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Brother Zhang, why bother pretending to be confused? You and I came here for the same purpose, so why bother to deceive ourselves and others."
Zhang Yueming's eyes flashed and he suddenly smiled: "So it seems that Brother Yang also noticed that this object should be here?"
Yang Junshan slowly suppressed the smile on his face and said: "That's exactly it!"
Zhang Yueming asked with a smile: "So what does Brother Yang think we should do next?"
Yang Junshan seemed to notice something from the smile on Zhang Yueming's face, and asked with a smile: "Then what is Brother Zhang's plan?"
Zhang Yueming smiled "hehe" and said: "You and I have known each other for decades, but since Baqueshan, you and I have been famous for each other, but we have never competed. Today
The opportunity is really rare, so how about just deciding the outcome and not life or death? "
Hearing this, Yang Junshan smiled "haha" and said, "It seems that Brother Zhang has already had a desire to compete with you and me in terms of strength?"
Zhang Yueming chuckled and said, "Don't you have Brother Yang?"
Yang Junshan's whole body momentum changed and he said: "Forget it, the treasures buried under the desert sand will be used as lottery prizes. Whoever wins today will get it, how about it!"
"my pleasure!"
After Zhang Yueming said that, circles of invisible spiritual energy turbulence began to form around him, and the invisible force field began to take shape, and then slowly pushed forward until it collided with Yang Junshan's momentum, and the invisible force The barren sand on the ground was rolled up, and then a thin sand wall was formed, spanning between the two people.
This thin layer of sand wall kept undulating and changing. Sometimes it fell in the direction of Yang Junshan, and sometimes it fell in the direction of Zhang Yueming. More often, it followed the two people like waves. The struggle was up and down, but this wall of sand stood upright instead of reverberating up and down like waves.
The two were equally powerful, but for a moment neither could do anything to the other. Then the paper-thin sand wall suddenly cracked, and a long knife shot out, pointing directly in the direction of Yang Junshan.
The light flashed at the foot of Yang Jun Mountain, and the person was already more than ten feet away in an instant. However, the position where he was standing was suddenly cut open by an invisible sword light, a ten-foot-deep ravine, and the deserted sand on both sides was like running water. Generally, backfilling is toward the center of the gully.
And at the moment when Zhang Yueming took action with his long sword, he also focused his gaze and retreated violently. The ground he was standing on suddenly cracked. A huge crack was like the bloody mouth of a monster, ready to devour anyone at any time. .
The moment Zhang Yueming retreated, Yang Junshan suddenly began to advance. In terms of seizing the opportunity, Yang Junshan was confident that his sense of smell was far superior to that of monks of the same level. He swung a double-sided ax in his hand, and the ax whirled like a blade. , swirling a cold blade light, and slashed towards Zhang Yueming's head.
Zhang Yueming's expression was calm, showing no emotion at all because Yang Junshan had taken the advantage instantly. There was also a heavy sword in his hand, but it was a high-grade spiritual weapon. However, he threw it away casually. The heavy sword lifted up a thick blade in mid-air and slashed down.
Clanging, a huge sound of gold and iron echoed far away on the empty beach. The sword light shattered, and the heavy sword rebounded. However, the double-sided giant ax was also smashed to the ground, and the rotating cold light blew away the original sword. The waste sand as thin as a grain of rice was ground into a pile of fine soil.
The double-sided giant ax struck by Yang Junshan contained the Mountain-Breaking Spiritual Technique, and the blade light that Zhang Yueming chopped down also relied on the falling power of the Flying Stone Spiritual Technique. In the end, it was Zhang Yueming who relied on the quality of his hand. Magic weapons that are one level higher are slightly better.