As the huge roar dissipated, no grass grew within a few dozen meters of the center of Zhang Muyang and the Hanba. Whether it was withered trees or hard bluestone slabs, they all turned into powder under the collision of these two energy sources.

Although Monk Fang Zheng and others tried their best to resist and Zhang Muyang's care, their strength was not good and the difference was too big. Under this power, they all vomited blood and looked like sieve. Among these people, except Dai Changsheng, who had long been unconscious, who is now ignorant of life and death, Ling Bing's expression was better, but they were definitely not much better.

At this time, Monk Fang Zheng and Taoist Master Chongxu looked at each other, thinking that they had tried to fight with Zhang Muyang, thinking that although they were not as good as Zhang Muyang, they were not far from each other. Now, they realized that this was the mercy of others and they were just playing with you. The difference between them was considered to take care of their face. If Zhang Muyang really wanted to deal with them, perhaps just by raising his hand, they would have to stop all of them.

Their eyes looked at Zhang Muyang were now full of bitterness and gratitude. What was bitter is that in this life, they might never be able to catch up with Zhang Muyang, so they could only look back and live under the shadow of Zhang Muyang. Fortunately, with Zhang Muyang now, they can save their lives for the time being. Fortunately, they have the direction of practicing Taoism, and they are no longer confused on the road, and no longer know where they can go next. This is both sad and lucky.

Ling Bing is different. The eyes she looked at Zhang Muyang were full of love. She had already fallen in love with this man. With him, everything would be fine.

Seeing Zhang Muyang and Hanba fighting in a life-and-death battle, she struggled to go up and help, but unfortunately her cultivation was too low and she couldn't help at all. Ling Bing never hated her weak cultivation so much that when Zhang Muyang needed help, she could only watch the battle, and even caused Zhang Muyang to take care of her.

"Muyang!"

Ling Bing shouted in a low voice, and the "Nirvana Mysterious Kung Fu" in her body suddenly rose, which was several times faster than usual. The pressure of the drought was also broken away by her at this time, and her realm even improved slightly.

However, she, including herself, did not notice this. All their attention was on Zhang Muyang and the Hanba.

After just one sword, Hanba had already realized that the reptile in front of him could not be killed at will. The fairy sword in Zhang Muyang's hand could completely injure it. The gourd hanging around his waist was also a must-have thing. Gradually, Hanba looked at Zhang Muyang with his eyes changing. With another low growl, Hanba actually began to transform, and a bunch of white hair suddenly appeared on his body, wrapping his entire body in.

Is it self-made? The white hair of the Hanba is not a simple object, but an object left by it when it evolved from the white zombie. It is extremely hard and attached to the body, and it can completely shake the fairy sword in Zhang Muyang's hand.

At the same time, the pressure on his body rose and approached Zhang Muyang. Under this pressure, Zhang Muyang could feel a huge pressure rising in his body. Under this pressure, the strong five elements spiritual energy in his body actually showed a slight slowness.

Awesome, awesome, this is the power that the Jindan cultivation should have.

With the transformation of Hanba, Zhang Muyang, holding a sword in one hand, had a smile on his lips, and the fighting spirit in his chest soared. He has never had such pleasure since he was reborn. The stronger the Hanba, the more it can inspire his fighting spirit and make him excited.

Feeling the pressure from all directions, Zhang Muyang's expression remained unchanged, and even laughed a long time ago. The sword in his hand pointed at the Hanba diagonally and laughed: "Happy, happy, I am worthy of being a beast in the Golden Elixir Stage. Let's come again."

After saying that, he shouted lightly, and a sword technique was shot out with a loud bang. In an instant, the sword shadows were heavy, and the original long sword suddenly drew a sword shadow in the sky. The sword shadow and sword light were woven into a covered sword net, covering the Hanba.

The drought-hard face was ferocious. It had already become intelligent. Seeing the sword net coming over the sky. With a roar, he did not avoid or dodge, he rushed towards the sword net that Zhang Muyang swung.

"Bang!"

After a loud bang, the sword net broke, and the white hair on Hanba's body was cut off by Zhang Muyang, revealing his body just now.

After the Hanba opened the sword net, Hanba smiled loudly, but its smile became more gloomy and terrifying, and then its body swayed, and a afterimage appeared. When everyone saw its figure clearly, it had already pounced in front of Zhang Muyang.

Facing the drought-bag that suddenly appeared in front of him, Zhang Muyang's eyes shrank slightly, and he thought to himself that he was so ugly, even ugly than his kind he met in his previous life.

Although he complained in his heart, Zhang Muyang would never dare to relax. Being approached by a drought-ba who is extremely good at hand-to-hand combat and is still in the Golden Pill stage is definitely not a fun thing. Even Zhang Muyang may be swallowed by this guy after he is accidentally.

The fairy sword in his hand moved as he wanted, and with a sneer, he cut off the air. The fairy sword was full of sword energy stabbed into the chest of Hanba's head.

This is the door of Hanba. Hanba raised his hand and continued to collide with his arm and the fairy sword. There was a muffled sound at the moment.

The fairy sword collided with the white-haired arm, and the force generated on it made Zhang Muyang's wrists numb, and he almost couldn't pinch the fairy sword.

As if nothing happened, Drought Ba continued to raise his claws and grabbed Zhang Muyang's chest. Zhang Muyang's face changed slightly, and he stepped on his feet and retreated.

He didn't expect that the white-haired armor of Hanba was so hard that it could resist the fairy sword. Although his cultivation was insufficient and he could not use all the power of the fairy sword, it was enough to show the hardness of the white-haired body of Hanba.

When Hanba saw Zhang Muyang going to retreat, he screamed randomly, not knowing whether it was mocking or something else, but his body kept moving forward, and he grabbed Zhang Muyang's neck.

Fortunately, Zhang Muyang had extremely rich experience in fighting with people and monsters in his previous life, and he also dealt with other droughts. He immediately made his debut with one hand and protected him in front of his chest.

When the white claws of Hanba were stretched out, they lifted the white claws upwards, and then turned the fairy sword to recycle them at a strange angle, stabbing the mask door of Hanba's chest again.

"Bang!"

Another crisp sound, the white claws of the drought-ba touched Zhang Muyang's fairy sword again. Zhang Muyang only felt that his right hand holding the sword was almost gone this time, and then there was a burst of severe pain.

Blood was faintly oozing out of his tiger's mouth. This is Zhang Muyang. After Tianlei's body quenching, and practicing the "Nine Turns of the Profound Art", he would be replaced by other cultivators. Even the Jindan stage cultivator would be extremely difficult to hold on to the weapons in his hands. If he was not careful, his wrist would be blown to explode.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Muyang was not surprised at all, but instead, the corners of his mouth were bigger and his smile became stronger.

"That's right, that's right, beast, look at me."
Chapter completed!