The gray-haired old man thought it made sense, but felt that something was wrong in his heart, so he said: "In this case, we must first ask about the other party's background before deciding whether to take action, so as not to cause any trouble that should not be caused by mistake. Your life and mine. If it weren't for the "Soul Stabbing Awl" method that coincides with the method I practice and is too important to me, we wouldn't have taken the risk this time."
"Since the elder brother is cautious, let's do this. You and I have spent a lot of effort in practicing attacking skills, and we have accumulated many magic weapons over the years. Two people deal with him alone. Anyway, there will be no accidents." The bald head Although the male monk was a little unconcerned, he nodded and respected the elder brother's opinion.
After the two discussed it, they no longer hid their figures, their mana circulated, and they rushed forward.
Quickly caught up, but saw the ugly man standing in the middle of the road, with a sneer on his face, staring at the two of them with gloomy eyes, who are used to killing people and stealing goods with the Tanshan twin wolves, couldn't help but tremble. The bad feeling intensified.
"Pretending to be a ghost!" The bald-headed male monk saw the other party's calm expression, and his heart became angry.
"Fellow Daoist, which sect or family are you a disciple of? If so, please report your name, the Tanshan Shuangwolves have offended you!" the gray-haired old man asked with a loud voice.
"No! This cultivator is just a casual cultivator!" Zhang Yang still had a playful smile on his lips.
"Okay! Then you go to die!"
The bald male monk couldn't bear it for a long time. Hearing this, he immediately squeezed a spell in his hand and was about to sacrifice the flying sword.
Unexpectedly, he was fast and Zhang Yang was even faster. Stomping hard on the ground with both feet, the whole body was like a cannonball, and shot towards the gray-haired old man.
He could see clearly that the strength of the gray-haired old man was slightly higher. If he was killed first, there would be no suspense in the rest of the battle.
"Hmph!" The gray-haired old man snorted coldly and pointed.
"call out!"
A stream of light shot out, and a flying sword cut Zhang Yang head-on, trying to force him back.
Zhang Yang continued to move forward, without any sign of stagnation, and at the same time swung his left hand.
Ding!
With a soft sound, Liu Guang intersected with the palm and was immediately bounced away.
Blocking the flying sword with bare hands? And even blocked it
The gray-haired old man's eyes widened instantly, as if seeing the most incredible thing. During this time of staying, Zhang Yang's figure has come close.
The energy of the right arm circulated, the muscles burst out, and the strength exploded, and the sharp claws cut down fiercely.
At the very moment, a set of black battle armor suddenly appeared on the gray-haired old man.
"Boom!"
Zhang Yang's claws had already hit him hard, but the imaginary broken limbs and broken bodies did not appear.
Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, caught by his spiritual sense, a stream of light shot from his side, but it was the bald male monk who launched the attack.
Zhang Yang is confident in his defense, but it is impossible to stand there and be beaten. After all, it has not been tested in actual combat, and it will be broken in case of any accident.
As soon as his consciousness moved, a small shield the size of a palm appeared out of thin air, blocking the left side and expanding against the wind.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
A series of soft sounds, the bald man's flying sword attacked sharply, but it couldn't do anything to the little shield. How can the magic weapon obtained from the elite disciples of Tian Yuzong be so easily destroyed.
Although the gray-haired old man was protected by a battle armor, he still looked very uncomfortable after being slapped heavily by Zhang Yang. At this time, his figure retreated sharply, ready to distance himself from this monster who was not even afraid of flying swords.
Naturally, Zhang Yang would not give him a chance, so he jumped up to follow, the yang attribute energy of his right arm flowed, and the whole arm immediately turned red, as if it was on fire. In an instant, the scales appeared, the claws became longer and sharper, and the unicorn arm appeared.
Roar!
Zhang Yang let out a roar, and struck out with his claws hard.
Boom!
This time, no matter the strength or the sharpness, it was more than ten times that of the first time, and the gray-haired old man flew upside down even though he was protected by a battle armor.
In the miserable situation, he still had the power to fight back, pinched a spell in his hand, and suddenly moved forward.
Zhang Yang was about to take advantage of the situation to pursue him, when suddenly his head seemed to be pierced by a needle, the pain was unbearable, his feet staggered, and he almost fell down.
The gray-haired old man kept his figure, retreated a few feet away, and didn't want to attack again, he called out to the bald male monk, and the two of them set up the escape light and were about to escape.
Zhang Yang's spiritual consciousness is so powerful, and the pain from the soul he suffered disappeared in a flash, so he naturally refused to let the two of them go.
Stepping on the ground with both feet, the whole figure exploded, and during the energy flow, all the strength of the unicorn arm exploded.
"Boom!" There was a sound, and the gray-haired old man obviously didn't expect the other party to react so quickly. He was caught off guard and let out a miserable cry. The chest of the black armor on his body was pierced, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
"Brother!"
Over there, the bald male monk let out a cry.
Zhang Yangren was in the air, his eyes were cold, his face was calm, and there was already a purple gourd in his palm.
call out!
With a flash of light, the bald-headed male cultivator saw his eldest brother die, his mind was shaken, he didn't even see the situation clearly, he only felt a pain in his neck, followed by dizziness.
The gourd throwing knife struck, beheading the bald male monk in an instant, and a round head rolled to the ground.
Boom!
After beheading the enemy, Zhang Yang's body fell heavily.
The series of fights just now happened like lightning and flint.
Looking back, Zhang Yang felt terrified. It seems that he has many cards, but the Tanshan Shuangwolves are not simple.
Especially the gray-haired old man, not only is extremely fast with his sword, he has a defensive armor, and he even knows soul attack spells.
Although this spell is not very clever, Zhang Yang thought to himself that if he didn't have an immortal body, that split second would be enough for the opponent to kill him!
It seems that the cultivators in the cultivation world should not be underestimated. If they are not careful, they may capsize in the gutter one day if they are not careful.
Combined with the Bafang Seal, is it really possible to be worry-free if the physical defense is strong
Certainly not! In this perverted world, maybe one day a sharp magic weapon will appear and kill him.
At the very least, if you fall into a small world like the one in the sleeve of the great monk Mi Sha, you will never be able to escape.
Even if they are not beheaded, they will be suppressed forever.
awe! Be in awe of this world!
Zhang Yang let out a sigh of relief, but his subordinates did not stop. Flipping his hands, there was already a small black banner, which was Wan Yao Banner.
The main material of this Ten Thousand Demon Banner is sparrow wood core, which has great potential for advancement, not to mention the stage of purple stiffness, even the stages of black stiffness and hair stiffness, if it is refined properly, it will be a very big help.
The Tanshan twin wolves came to trouble him for no reason, so Zhang Yang would not be polite, and came to the gray-haired old man's body first.
After years of cleansing the eyes of Qingling spring water, even if Zhang Yang does not use Qingling spring water on the spot, he can still see the condensation of white mist above the body, which is the soul of people. If they are not taken away quickly, they will disappear in a short time It will dissipate in the air, which is equivalent to dissolving the soldiers.
Zhang Yang naturally refused to waste it. With one move of Wan Yao Banner, the black banner was like a vortex, sucking up the white mist.
Immediately, a cloud of white mist appeared in the black flag, and quickly condensed into a human face, which was exactly the appearance of a gray-haired old man.
This person looked extremely frightened as he flitted back and forth in the space.
Zhang Yang followed suit and captured the soul of the bald man.
The soul devouring banner, the more living souls it devours, the greater its power.
Looking at the soul in the black space, Zhang Yang showed a satisfied expression on his face. According to this sacrifice, the power of Wan Yao Banner is really exciting.
Going forward, he took off the storage rings on the two corpses, and after scanning with his consciousness, a slightly surprised look appeared on his face.
"These two guys are quite rich! Presumably they are used to killing people and seizing treasures."
However, Zhang Yang, who is rich and powerful, really doesn't see much of these things, they can only be regarded as a small amount of wealth.
Only the battle armor on the gray-haired old man interested Zhang Yang, so he took it off.
This battle armor has been blasted open by the unicorn arm. There are traces of electric light flickering on the damaged edge, and it is gradually weakening. It seems to be protected by a miniature formation.
After thinking for a while, he wiped it casually and put it in the storage bag.
After cleaning the battlefield, he stood up with a sigh of relief. The eyes that had just been relaxed suddenly froze, and with a movement of consciousness, the gourd throwing knife was fired again.
call out!
A flash of light shot towards a place nearly a hundred feet away.
Ding!
With a soft sound, the figure tumbled down.
It was the purple-clothed woman who came in the same car, with a panicked expression and a small crystal shield in her hand.
Zhang Yang's eyes turned cold, and he was about to continue to attack when he heard the panicked voice of the woman in purple shout: "Friend Daoist, show mercy!"
Zhang Yang froze for a while, but still stared at the other party closely, as if waiting for the other party's explanation, and would strike if he was not satisfied.
"Fellow daoist, please calm down. The little girl didn't mean to peep, but she was just trying to follow the Tanshan twin wolves. I accidentally bumped into fellow daoist showing off her might and beheading the two thieves. Please calm down, fellow daoist."
The woman in purple tidied up her mood and said.
"Oh? Are you following them?" Zhang Yang's heart was full of killing intent, but he forcibly suppressed it.
"Yes! The little girl overheard that they seemed to be going against someone, and thought that the bald man had made a bad word, so she followed behind, wanting to see if there was a chance, and only wanted to take action against the bald man. I didn't intend to offend fellow Taoists." Seeing the murderous intent in Zhang Yang's eyes, the purple-clothed woman shivered and hurriedly explained.
After Zhang Yang pondered for a while, he knew what she said was true. However, since the other party saw that he had made a move, he naturally couldn't let it go so easily.
"Just now you were hundreds of feet away, why can't my spiritual sense detect it, and I can't see it with the naked eye? What kind of concealment method did you use?"
The woman in purple was startled when she heard the words. Seeing Zhang Yang's slightly angry face, she didn't dare to hesitate any longer. She held up a light gauze with both hands and said, "This is a treasure that the little girl got by chance. It can be hidden from sight. I am willing to give it to you." Fellow!"