"Let's try the water with an intermediate magic weapon first!"
Zhang Yang put on an appearance of talking about a protracted war, he was not in a hurry, and his consciousness moved.
call out-
The streamer flickered, and the flying sword rushed towards the old Yasha.
The old Yasha stretched his three fingers, and there was a strange surge.
hum—
Amidst the tremors, the speed of the flying sword suddenly decreased, as if it was bound, no matter how much it jumped, it couldn't get rid of it, and the light gradually dimmed.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound, but it was Old Yasha flicking his finger, and a stream of light broke the flying sword in two.
Zhang Yang only felt that his consciousness was broken, and he had lost contact with the flying sword.
"Tsk tsk! It's not easy! With just a flick of your finger, you can break a bunch of mid-level magic weapons in the air, amazing!"
Zhang Yang admired him sincerely, causing a flash of complacency on Old Yasha's face.
However, Zhang Yang's next words almost made him vomit blood: "It's a pity, it's a pity! I was given here, and there is another formation to suppress it! No matter how powerful it is, it is still a living target!"
"Since physical attacks can't stand you, let's try the sword glow of this deity! See if your sorcery can restrain the sword glow."
As Zhang Yang said, the Fucang sword was raised, mana was instilled crazily, and the sword was blazing.
Swish!
Slashing down violently, the huge sword light locked onto the back of the old Yasha tightly, and slashed down fiercely.
squeak!
The old Yasha finally started to panic and let out a shrill cry. Almost all of his body was imprisoned on the ground by iron chains, and he couldn't even stand up. The iron chains were extremely short, which made it impossible for him to lift his arms. Not to mention blocking with the help of iron chains, he could even do it with raising his hands. If you don't, you can only wait to be beaten.
Boom!
Fu Cangjian's blue sword light slashed heavily on the back of Old Yasha, like a broken leather, leaving only a red mark.
Pooh!
Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing.
Although the attack didn't work, seeing the old Yasha in such a distressed state that he could only do nothing but be beaten was really joyful.
Zhang Yang just felt refreshed.
Thinking about how he was about to run away just now, that old Yasha actually tried to grab him and search for his soul. What are the consequences of soul searching? Either an idiot or a fall.
No injustice, no enmity, the old Yasha would do this kind of murder when he met, he didn't expect the retribution to come so fast, Zhang Yang felt so happy!
Infused with mana, the blue light of the Fucang Sword blazed again.
Swish!
The huge cyan light seemed to penetrate the entire world, across a distance of hundreds of miles, and slashed directly at the back of the old Yasha.
Boom!
Another blow.
"Hahaha!" Zhang Yang laughed wantonly.
The old Yaksha's body was completely locked, even his tail had an iron cable running through it, and it was firmly fixed to the ground, only his broad back was exposed, it was like grabbing and hitting a board!
To say that this old Yasha's defensive power is really strong enough, you must know that the Fu Cang sword in Zhang Yang's hand is a fairy weapon! The celestial weapon that can cut top-level defensive magic weapons such as cutting tofu can't break through the old Yasha's defense.
However, Zhang Yang was not in a hurry, he really wasn't in a hurry.
Under such circumstances, the old Yasha had been suppressed for many years, and his body, which had already been extremely weak, would certainly not be able to hold on for too long under continuous heavy blows.
"Senior! Don't push yourself too hard. If you anger this deity, you will have to pay some price. This deity will also get rid of this bondage. After that, you will be caught, and you will not be able to survive or die! Junior! Do you really think that this deity can't get rid of the bondage of this iron chain?" The old Yasha stared at Zhang Yang fiercely with cold eyes.
"Hahaha... When you are about to die, you dare to threaten this deity? Could it be that you really think that this deity is an idiot? If you can really break free from the shackles of this iron chain, you will be suppressed here for countless years and cannot get out? If this deity is not mistaken If so, at your peak, your strength is definitely more than this. You would rather endure the consumption of your strength here. I am afraid that even if the deity does not come to pester you, you will be turned into a ball of fly ash in tens of thousands of years. Rather In this way, if you don't escape, it can only explain one problem - you can't escape at all! Of course, if the deity guesses wrong and you can escape, the deity will accept fate!"
Zhang Yang's words made the old Yasha gasp for a while.
Zhang Yang's eyes were too vicious, he really couldn't get rid of the bondage of this iron chain. Not to mention the terrifying formation in the sky.
Seeing the old Yasha's expression, Zhang Yang knew that he was absolutely right.
"Hmph! How dare you threaten this deity! A few more big blows!"
There was a playful smile on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, he was instilled with mana, and the Fu Cang sword in his hand was full of green light.
Swish!
Boom!
It slashed fiercely on the back of the old Yasha again.
Thinking about how the old Yasha, who once ravaged the ancient world of self-cultivation and almost no one could subdue, was beaten by him like a dog, Zhang Yang felt extremely happy in his heart.
What makes Zhang Yang's heart even hotter is that, as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. At any rate, this old Yasha was the one who ran amok in the ancient world of comprehension. I believe he must have some wealth, right
Not to mention, the flesh and blood of Yasha alone is enough to make people look forward to.
Swish!
Boom!
While thinking, Zhang Yang's subordinates did not stop, and attacked again.
One after another!
call!
call!
Old Yasha's back was covered with bruises, Zhang Yang was also panting from exhaustion, and the mana in his body showed signs of exhaustion.
"Quack quack! You can't do anything to this deity. How can you be able to break through the defense of this deity? Huh! Let's go! This deity can't do anything to you, and you can't do anything to this deity! Get out of here quickly, otherwise, Let this deity seize the opportunity, and I will surely tear your body to pieces and refine your soul!" The old Yasha laughed out loud in a cramped voice.
"Tsk tsk!" Zhang Yang shook his head, held the Fucang sword and swayed the sword flower, and said with a smile, "Old Yasha, there is a well-known story in my hometown, I wonder if the old Yasha has heard of it?"
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yang didn't care about the reaction of the old Yasha, and began to talk patiently: "A long time ago, there was a child named Xiaobai. Xiaobai didn't like studying, and often ran out to play... The name of this story is It's called, as long as you work hard, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle!"
"Hmph! Ignorance! What does this story have to do with this deity..." The old Yasha stopped dumbfounded just now, seeing Zhang Yang's playful expression, he immediately became furious: "Bold junior! How dare you do this?"
"Hahaha... Why don't I dare to do this? As long as the kung fu deep iron pestle is ground into a needle! I don't believe it yet, I have to grind your back into a needle!"
As he spoke, Zhang Yang's consciousness moved, and with a "bang", the golden wings burst out from behind, swung vigorously, and flew away into the distance.
Seeing the disappearing figure of Zhang Yang, the old Yasha was taken aback for a moment. The first thing he thought of was not why Zhang Yang "didn't grind the needle", but, "What conspiracy does this junior have?"
No way, the image of Zhang Yang, now in the heart of the old Yasha, is synonymous with insidious, cunning and shameless.
Sure enough, after a while, I only felt a violent fluctuation of Yin energy in a distant place, and it seemed that even the nearby area was being pulled.
The old Yasha's expression changed:
"The mana fluctuations at such a distance, could it be... Could it be..."
Just as he kept guessing, a figure flashed, and Zhang Yang appeared again.
In just half a stick of incense time, Zhang Yang, whose mana was nearly exhausted just now, became surging with mana, and his state reached its peak.
"Not bad! Not bad! It's really rare to say that the Yin Qi here is so strong! If you were outside, it would be impossible to replenish mana so quickly."
Zhang Yang sighed again and again.
"You... you're just stiff, how can you have such a huge mana reserve, and how can you replenish it so quickly? It's impossible! It's absolutely impossible!"
Old Yasha looked at Zhang Yang with an incredulous expression on his face.
"Hey!" Zhang Yang smiled, but he didn't intend to answer the question at all, "Okay, the intermission is over, let's continue to 'grind the needle'!"
Swish!
Under the infusion of mana, the blazing light slashed fiercely towards the back of the old Yasha.
puff!
This time, it happened to hit a wound from the last time, and immediately broke through the defense, blood spattered, and a piece of flesh and blood flew up.
"Hahaha! Good sign! Good sign!"
Zhang Yang smiled until his eyes narrowed.
"My deity has already said that as long as you are skilled enough, you can grind an iron pestle into a needle! This is absolutely true. You didn't believe it just now, old Yasha, do you believe it now?"
puff!
The old Yasha was finally so angry that Zhang Yang spat out a mouthful of blood.
Who doesn't believe it
Who doesn't believe it
The old Yasha growled weakly in his heart.
puff!
Another blow...
When Zhang Yang exhausted his mana for the third time and came back in top condition, the old Yasha finally became timid.
This hair is stiff, it is simply too cautious. When attacking normally, it is nearly a thousand miles away. At this distance, he is fully on guard. The mana of the old Yaksha is bound, and it is impossible to capture him.
And every time his mana was exhausted, Zhang Yang would flee far away and meditate to absorb it, not to mention not giving the old Yasha a chance.
This cunning, insidious, and vicious Mao Zong!
Zhang Yang didn't know, the old Yasha had already scolded him ten thousand times in his heart! Of course, even if he knew, Zhang Yang would not be angry. According to his creed, the curse of the enemy is the recognition of your ability and the greatest compliment to your ability.
puff!
The Fu Cang sword was blazing, and it slashed down fiercely, accompanied by blood spattering.
"Fellow Daoist, please be merciful! This old man understands the powerful spells inherited from ancient times, and I am willing to hand them over to my fellow Daoist. I just hope that my fellow Daoist can bypass this old man's life."
The spirit of the old Yasha finally broke down and he began to beg for mercy.
Hearing this, Zhang Yang suddenly stopped raising the Fucang sword.
The old Yasha had a sinister smile in his heart. Sure enough, greed kills people!
The little hairy boy dares to be greedy for his own thoughts, how can he imagine the methods of the Yasha clan with a smile? As long as this hairy man dares to be greedy, there are ten thousand ways to make him fall by taking advantage of the opportunity of teaching his mind.