In the spring, Zhang Ziliang was fighting fiercely with that man at this moment.
During the circulation of Zhang Ziliang's mana, the power of thunder focused on his whole body, and every palm and punch was full of momentum. But at this moment, he was extremely vigilant in his heart.
He looked at the faint yellow aura all over the body of the friar with hair, and was surprised in his heart: Could it be that the defense of the earth attribute technique is so solid.
Zhang Ziliang dodges, disappears in an instant and reappears immediately, he uses his hand as a blade, and slashes down with a burst of thunder.
A look of disdain emerged from the corner of the monk's mouth, and his feet quickly stepped on a bright yellow symbol in front of him. At the same time that the talisman rose from the ground, the monk with the left hand made a formula with his left hand and raised his right hand, facing Zhang Ziliang a little further away: "Kun Gen Changli, Shu, Ning!"
The bright yellow rune flashed wildly, turned into an earth dragon with teeth and claws, and bombarded Zhang Ziliang.
Seeing such an offensive, Zhang Ziliang didn't dare to be careless, he circulated all the magic power in his body, and the power of thunder burst out from his body like a spring, but seeing him take a step, the spiritual power of his whole body poured into his right hand, and when he squeezed his palm into a fist, the whole right hand seemed to have endless thunderstorms, He suddenly shouted: "Zixiao is extinct, Yang lightning strikes!"
Zhang Ziliang punched the earth dragon violently, thousands of thunderstorms turned into a purple thunder gun, and bombarded towards the earth dragon with lightning speed.
The power of thunder, the main line of killing. The power of the soil, the virtues carry things. The powerful blows from the two collided with each other, like the sharpest blade meeting the strongest shield. There was a loud bang!
An invisible sound wave blasted away, and everything in a radius of ten miles was wiped out wherever it passed!
Both Zhang Ziliang and the monk with disheveled hair were knocked away by this force, their mouths were bright red, and they were seriously injured.
"Space vault against the ridge," the monk with disheveled hair kept shifting his hands while he was being shaken, pointed at the earth dragon that was about to dissipate, and cast another spell: "Shake!"
All I saw was that the earth dragon swelled dozens of times in an instant, and bursts of strong yellow light kept flashing within its body, and finally exploded with a bang, turning into a dust storm that covered the sky and covered the sun!
The dust storm covered several feet wide, and the evil wind whizzed inside, and the sand and stone flew like sharp knives. What's more terrible is that Zhang Ziliang, who was in it, felt that his magic power began to stagnate slowly, making it difficult to operate!
"Hehehehe," a sneer came from all around erratically: "Aren't you very sympathetic, a self-proclaimed righteous person?"
"Now, in order to kill me, you have killed and injured countless mortals in this city,"
"What a righteous path..."
Following the voice of the monk with disheveled hair, the surrounding sand and stone continued to condense into earth swords one after another, attacking and killing Zhang Ziliang.
"Don't bewitch me." Seeing the sharp knives flying towards him, Zhang Ziliang let out a cold snort, raised his palm and hit his chest fiercely, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.
The mouthful of blood fell between Zhang Ziliang's palms, and immediately turned into violent thunder, boiling in his hands. Immediately, Zhang Ziliang clapped his hands together, and then slowly separated them: "Use the law to gather spirits, use spiritual tools, control thunder, and urgently use the Thunder Spirit Sword!"
It was too late to say it, but it was too soon, when the Ji Lei Ling Sword came out, the surrounding sharp blades also attacked and killed. Zhang Ziliang kicked the ground hard with his feet, and rose into the air. While turning his body, the sharp blade in his hand slashed out countless purple sword auras slowly but extremely!
Along with the muffled sound of the impact of the blades, there are dozens of sharp blades that can't be broken by one move.
"What else, just use it!" Zhang Ziliang fell back to the ground, his breathing was extremely disordered at this moment, his whole body seemed to be on the verge of falling, and the brilliance of the spirit sword in his hand was also dim.
"Oh, I forgot, we cultivators can use our own blood essence as a guide, but how much blood essence do you have to consume!"
As soon as the disheveled monk finished his words, he saw dozens of sword blades condensed in the air again, but these blades stopped in the air and continuously converged with each other. Seeing this, Zhang Ziliang already knew the other party's plan.
He held Ji Lei Ling Sword in his backhand, and just as he was about to throw it forcefully at the huge sword that was condensing in the air,
suddenly,
A slender white shadow suddenly rushed out from behind Zhang Ziliang, and the shadow came close in the blink of an eye. He only heard a slight 'hiss', and a sudden sharp pain came from his neck.
It was the snake with a human face and a snake body that had been ambushing in the dark, biting Zhang Ziliang's neck. Before Zhang Ziliang made any movements, the spirit snake suddenly let out a whine, let go of its mouth and fell to the ground, rolling continuously.
The face of the spirit snake woman was full of pain, and purple lightning was jumping in her wide open mouth.
Although the spirit snake loosened its mouth and fell off, Zhang Ziliang felt that the piercing pain at the bitten place was like two red-hot steel needles stuck in his neck.
Zhang Ziliang didn't realize that on the wound, a strange light green rune flashed and sank into his body!
In just this moment, the huge sword in the air has been condensed, and it is exuding strong fluctuations in earth attribute spiritual power. The giant sword pointed directly at Zhang Ziliang and struck down with a bang.
Zhang Ziliang, who had already been in the middle of the night, was locked by the aura of the giant sword, and there was no way to avoid it. He could only watch helplessly as the giant sword was about to fall.
At the moment of death,
A ray of light suddenly appeared in the dim sandstorm, and a three-foot long sword with a black body rushed towards the huge sword with a mighty momentum!
"Boom!"
With a crisp sound, the giant sword shattered and turned into yellow sand all over the sky and dissipated. And the black long sword was inserted heavily into the ground, causing the surrounding ground to shake violently.
"Da Yan!" Zhang Ziliang looked at the black long sword stuck in front of him, and immediately the stone fell from his heart, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Who is it, who is it!" Before the furious voice of the monk with disheveled hair fell, he let out another scream and repeated begging for mercy.
Zhang Ziliang, who was sitting paralyzed on the ground, suddenly remembered something, and shouted loudly into the air: "Leave him alive!"
Not long after, the turbulent dust storm gradually calmed down. Zhang Ziliang saw Zhuo Lian in white, with his left hand grabbing the monk's hair like twisting a chicken and flying towards him.
"Boom."
As soon as Zhuo Lian in mid-air let go, the monk whose whole body's mana was imprisoned fell heavily to the ground, splashing a burst of smoke and dust, choking the dirt all over Zhang Ziliang's face, like a mud monkey.
Zhang Ziliang was slightly embarrassed, and stood up from the ground. After the monk got up, he asked, "Who are you and why do you know how to gossip!"
"I am a disciple of Zhengyangmen in Zhongzhou, and what I used in the confrontation with you just now is the technique of my school Fuxi." The man's face was full of arrogance when he spoke, and he felt very dissatisfied. It should be him.
Hearing the words of Fuxi Zhishu, both Zhang Ziliang and Zhuo Lian in mid-air shuddered.
"Zhengyangmen," Zhang Ziliang pondered for a long time, and then continued to ask: "You are not staying in Zhongzhou, what are you doing in the north?"
The man with disheveled hair had a bitter expression on his face, and he replied after a while, "Linghuai Immortal City has fallen!"
This news sounded like thunder in the ears of Zhuo Lian and Zhang Ziliang.
"Then how did you escape?" Zhang Ziliang didn't believe it. With the opponent's strength alone, it was absolutely impossible for him to escape.
"That day, a few friends and I went to an ancient monk's cave to hunt for treasure, so we survived. When I was about to return, I found that countless alien races had already appeared in the territory of Zhongzhou."
Zhang Ziliang carefully looked at his expression while speaking, but he didn't see any truth or falsehood. According to the other party, he did not witness the fact that Linghuai Immortal City was captured by foreign races.
After looking at Zhuo Lian who had fallen to the ground, Zhang Ziliang suddenly asked: "Now, tell me, where did the Fuxi technique of your Zhengyangmen come from!"
"You promise not to kill me, so I'll tell you." The monk with disheveled hair heard the words, and wanted to use this as a bargaining chip to win a chance for himself.
"Okay, I promise you."
"You swear by your demon!"
Zhang Ziliang snorted coldly when he heard the words, and said: "As a prisoner, you are not qualified to negotiate. If you don't tell me, I will have a way to find out the information I want from your soul."
In fact, Zhang Ziliang was just putting on airs, he didn't know how to search souls at all.
The technique of Fuxi was passed down by one of several outsiders in ancient times. At the beginning, it was these people who brought powerful cultivation methods that made the human race strong and defeated the ancient races.
But later, these people disappeared and their whereabouts were unknown.
After the disheveled monk finished speaking, Zhang Ziliang murmured, looked at his palm, and suddenly, a blue sword aura shot out, piercing the man through his chest.
"You, you promised not to kill me..."
"He promised not to kill you, but I didn't."
"Despicable..." Even if he was unwilling, the man could only crash to the ground, turning into an unspeakable corpse.
Suddenly, Zhuo Lian's eyes turned cold, and she flicked her fingers lightly, sending out another burst of sword energy. But he saw that this sword energy rushed straight to the ground two feet away, and then a fountain of blood spewed out from under the sand.
The slender white female human-faced spirit snake rushed out from the ground and screamed in human words: "You can't kill me, if you kill me, he will die too!"