Standing on top of an iceberg, looking around, layers of snow waves are like the waves of the sea, hills are like crystal clear dragon palaces, and snow walls are like dancing silver dragons.
Zhang Yang was not in the mood to appreciate this situation.
What the monk surnamed Zhao said on the giant ship was like a thorn in Zhang Yang's heart.
Zhang Yang's physical strength made him not much worried about the attacks of ordinary magic weapons, but magic weapons like seals were precisely his nemesis.
Not to mention Lai Tianwang's semi-immortal artifact Town Demon Pagoda, which is a copy of Brother Toad Lai, Zhang Yang has no confidence to deal with it.
Little Thousand Worlds, for Zhang Yang, the deepest impression is undoubtedly the time when he was captured by the Great Monk Misha.
At that time, Zhang Yang already had golden wings. Although his strength was not high enough, he could escape for several miles with every flap of his wings... The speed of escape could even drive Wu Ya Lao Dao and Weng Qingyu and other powerful Nascent Soul monsters far away. leave behind.
However, under such circumstances, when Master Misha performed Shrinking the Ground and Small Thousand Worlds, Zhang Yang was captured easily without even having time to react.
Recalling the situation at that time, if it were Zhang Yang now, the chance of getting rid of the opponent would not exceed 50%.
How could Zhang Yang not be depressed
The imitation of the Zhenyao Pagoda in the hands of monk surnamed Lai may have the power of a peak magic weapon. Zhang Yang had quite a few peak magic weapons on hand, and he was all too familiar with the power of such magic weapons.
For example, the silver moon knife, the peak offensive magic weapon, can cause damage to Zhang Yang once it is deployed. This is also because Zhang Yang has a strong body and is best at defense.
But the imitation of the Zhenyao Pagoda is the pinnacle magic weapon of the sealing nature. Needless to say, once you get caught in it, it may be really difficult to get rid of it.
Since the imitation of the Town Demon Tower in the hands of the monk surnamed Lai can have such a great reputation, it is very difficult compared to it. It may not be easy to dodge after the other party sacrifices it.
The best way is to attack the unprepared by surprise! Let the monk surnamed Lai have no chance to display it.
However, how can the other party not have a chance to sacrifice
Zhang Yang stroked his chin with one hand and fell into deep thought.
After a while, a smile appeared on his face.
Take it by surprise, cover it up!
hey-hey!
Zhang Yang laughed, he made up his mind, and couldn't help feeling happy.
After the cup of tea time, two rays of light flashed across the sky and landed on the opposite mountain.
A few tens of feet away, the monk surnamed Lai opened his mouth wide open, with a smug smile on his face, as if he was determined by Zhang Yang. Next to him was that coquettish female cultivator, also looking at Zhang Yang with a sneer.
"Hmph! You're only here now, and your movements are too slow!" Zhang Yang snorted coldly.
The monk surnamed Lai laughed instead of anger when he heard the words:
"Hahaha, you monster is so daring! Knowing that this deity wants to trouble you, you don't rush to escape, but you still dare to stay here. Then, this extreme northern iceberg is your burial place."
Although the monk surnamed Lai said so, he was a little vigilant in his heart. Since the other party dared to wait for him here, he must have some skills. Thinking about it, he winked at the female cultivator next to him.
The latter comprehended, and as soon as his consciousness moved, he immediately sacrificed a flying sword, stretched out his finger, and shot towards Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang had been prepared for a long time, and when he saw this, he also made a formula. He sacrificed an ordinary flying sword with an intermediate magic weapon, and a stream of light flashed, and a bright light went towards the flying sword.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sound of gold and iron clashing in the sky was clear and exciting, almost connecting into one piece.
Although the woman had no character, she flattered the monk surnamed Lai to the utmost, but it had to be said that her sword control skills were quite good, and with Zhang Yang's strong spiritual sense, she couldn't help him for a while.
Seeing this, the monk surnamed Lai was surprised at first, obviously he did not expect that a black zombie would use a flying sword to attack. Then, he let go of his worried heart a lot, and sneered for a while: "Hey, it's not bad to have the ability to control a sword with a black head. However, if this is your trump card, you will give me today." This deity should stay! With mere sword control skills, even this deity's concubine can't do anything, and you still want to challenge this deity? It's really a life-or-death thing!"
Zhang Yang's face was gloomy, and he didn't look at it, as if he was overwhelmed.
"Hehehe, little evildoer, you dare to be rude to my son, today I will let you taste the taste of soul refining." The female cultivator smiled coquettishly, and stepped up her attack in her hands.
Zhang Yangyu used the flying sword to resist, his eyes became more and more flustered, and his eyes rolled around.
Seeing the charming woman getting tighter and tighter, Fei Jian almost hit Zhang Yang several times.
Zhang Yang sneered:
"Hmph! Hugh is crazy! I originally wanted to play with you, but now I want you to see how powerful I am."
As Zhang Yang said, with a pinch of Fajue, the flying sword turned into a streamer and retracted.
At the same time, Zhang Yang's feet stopped on the ground, his whole body was filled with mana, and he rushed towards the monk surnamed Lai.
The monk surnamed Lai was unambiguous. With a flick of his finger, a huge iron armor shield "huhu" swelled and blocked the two of them.
Boom!
Zhang Yang punched the shield hard.
The armored shield shook for a while, and its luster dimmed instantly.
Zhang Yang was unforgiving, and he punched again and again, and finally the armored shield was completely dimmed, like fallen leaves being swept away by the autumn wind, drifting away into the distance.
However, before Zhang Yang had time to be happy, he saw two flying swords heading towards him like two shooting stars.
Shocked, Zhang Yang held a small shield in each hand and blocked one after another.
However, the figure kept retreating, looking extremely embarrassed.
Seeing the two flying swords attacking more and more urgently, Zhang Yang seemed to be beheaded at any time.
"You forced me to do this!"
Zhang Yang roared, raised his right hand, and a bright light went towards the two flying swords, which had just been handed over.
Zhang Yang shouted:
"burst!"
A blazing light flashed in the sky, and then, "Boom—"
A huge explosion sounded, followed by a powerful shock wave.
The flying swords of the two monks surnamed Lai were swept in, and the momentum of the shock wave rolled towards the two monks surnamed Lai in the sky without stopping.
Seeing this, the two monks surnamed Lai retreated recklessly. At the same time, they threw out a small shield to block them.
boom-
The shock wave bombarded the small shield, and everything was blocked.
The aftermath has not yet dissipated, the ice and snow on the ground were blown away, and ice slag and ice beads flew all over the sky.
In the aftermath, a cloud of Yin Qi fled away under the ice surface, looking extremely fast.
The monk surnamed Lai was furious when he saw this. The explosion wave just now was Zhang Yang who blew himself up a mid-level magic weapon. Cultivator surnamed Lai clearly felt that his beloved flying sword was seriously damaged in the blast wave.
Seeing that the culprit was the first to escape, he naturally refused, and shouted angrily: "Quick! Catch up with that zombie, and today I will beat him to death!"
"Yes, master!"
The bewitching woman agreed, and the two immediately chased down.
However, just when the two of them had just started to ride the light, and the downward momentum had already formed, there was a sudden change.
In the aftermath of the explosion, a stream of black light soared into the sky, and in a blink of an eye it had already arrived at the approach of monk surnamed Lai.
Burly figure, fiery red disheveled long hair, sharp claws, blood red eyes full of cruelty and bloodthirsty gaze... who is not Zhang Yang
The monk surnamed Lai was taken aback. He caught it clearly just now, and at the same time as the blast wave hit, there must have been a thick Yin Qi fleeing towards the distance, and even now his consciousness can still catch that Yin Qi.
However, another black head appeared in front of his eyes, what's going on
There was no time to think about it, and in a hurry, monk surnamed Lai's reaction was not slow. He stretched out his hand and flicked, and a small exquisite pagoda appeared in front of him, demanding mana injection.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang's eyes widened instantly.
There was hardly any hesitation, he kneaded the magic weapon with both hands, placed it on the temples, concentrated all his consciousness, and launched the strongest soul-piercing awl attack.
Nourishing—
An invisible mental wave was like an iron cone, piercing the sea of consciousness of monk Lai in an instant.
The cultivator surnamed Lai's eyes immediately became slack, and his movements froze.
Taking advantage of this time, Zhang Yang's unicorn claws had already grabbed his neck, and the sharp claws instantly pierced into his neck, cutting it off.
Cultivator Lai was killed with one blow!
The exquisite little pagoda was originally infused with some mana, but it just swelled up, and after the master fell, it returned to a height of one foot, and fell on Zhang Yang's palm.
Seeing this, the bewitching nun next to her didn't even have the intention of resisting, and was about to run away with her escape light.
Naturally, Zhang Yang would not give him a chance, he stretched out his Great Nirvana Palm, stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed it.
The colorful big palm grasped the seductive woman like a chick.
Seeing that the escape failed, the latter immediately changed into a distressed expression:
"Fellow Daoist, spare me! The humble maid is willing to be your maid and serve you."
Zhang Yang paused, and the bewitching woman seemed to be grasping at a straw, and shouted, "The lowly servant girl knows some ways to sleep on and off, even if the Taoist friend is on the road of corpse repair, it is beneficial to keep the lowly maidservant Harmful."
"Hmph! I don't have the habit of picking up other people's broken shoes."
Zhang Yang's eyes turned cold, his mana in his hand soared, and he squeezed his colorful big hand hard.
Boom!
The enchanting female cultivator didn't even make a miserable cry before being blasted into a cloud of blood mist.
Zhang Yang continued to use the Great Nirvana Palm, and scooped up the blood mist with his colorful hand, absorbing it all.
Immediately afterwards, he flipped his hands, took out the Ten Thousand Demon Banner, took away the living soul of the monk surnamed Lai, drained the blood from his body, and threw it on the ground.
With a wave of his sleeve robe, he took away the two holding rings and several magic weapons with dim luster on the ground.
Boom!
With a sound, the golden wings burst out, and with a strong wave, they fled towards the distance.
Just a moment after Zhang Yang left, a stream of light galloped towards him, but it was the monk surnamed Zhao. After looking at the traces of the battle here, he showed a thoughtful look, and then, without staying too long, he left soon.