"Hosh...hush..."

Zhang Muyang's face was pale and his mouth was constantly gasping. All the clothes on his body turned into shatters in the explosion just now, leaving only the Qiankun bag falling aside, holding a sword in his right hand, and half-squatted on the ground.

The momentum caused by the explosion was still rotating around, shattering all the plants, trees and stones that dared to block them.

The yellow thick fog that had been shrouded in the valley before had been swept away by the autumn wind and was swept across the leaves. The places where the eyes were seen were empty, like a desert.

Zhang Muyang moved his body briefly, and a piercing pain suddenly came from his body. Looking at the drought-bag that was lying on the ground not far away, in the same situation as himself, Zhang Muyang smiled. The monster was almost the same as himself, he was covered in wounds and blood flowed. It now had few good skin on its body, and its evil aura was leaking out. It was now staring at Zhang Muyang with his eyes tightly.

It has an irreconcilable hatred between it and Zhang Muyang, and the three rivers and five seas cannot be washed away. If possible, it wants Zhang Muyang to live and die. It wants to punish Zhang Muyang with all the tortures that it knows.

Unfortunately, its injury is even worse than Zhang Muyang. Although its cultivation is higher than Zhang Muyang, although it is in the Golden Pill stage, and although it is steel and iron, and it cannot penetrate the bullets, the explosion just now is comparable to a small missile, and it was caught off guard. Although it was a little wise, it would never have expected that an ant with only foundation building could produce a trace of fairy energy in its body, thereby activate the fairy sword and give it a ruthless blow.

On the other hand, when Zhang Muyang swung his sword, he used defensive measures to avoid it. With his experience in his previous life, he fought against the fairy spirit treasures on his body in this life. Although he was seriously injured, it was much better than Na Kuiba.

Moreover, more importantly, when he was fighting against Drought, he seemed to have touched a trace of threshold to break through to the Golden Pill stage. Although it was only a moment, although it was only a trace, Zhang Muyang did feel that with his experience in his previous life, in time, he could definitely use "Nine Turns of the Profound Art" to break through to the Golden Pill stage and embark on a completely different path of immortality from the previous life.

Adding to that wisp of fairy energy, it was something that Zhang Muyang had longed for in the cultivation world in the previous life. In this life, he found it in the foundation-building stage. Zhang Muyang also smiled and opened his mouth after killing this drought-ba. As for the compensation from the country, it may be the most useless thing for Zhang Muyang.

This time he came to Shuzhou, he not only fought happily, but also got so many benefits. How could he not laugh? Although the wounds involved in his body were involved in pain when he laughed, Zhang Muyang still wanted to laugh, and tears were about to flow out of his smile. He laughed so hard that he shouted: "Good, comfortable."

Perhaps Zhang Muyang's expression stimulated the Hanba who was lying on the ground. Its throat let out a wave of low roar. With its low roar, the remaining evil aura in the surrounding air began to slowly pour into the Hanba's body and slowly repair its body. The Hanba was originally born from the gathering of evil aura, and this monster now wants to use the evil aura to heal his wounds.

When Zhang Muyang saw this, he spat and said with a smile: "Haha, beast, are you still thinking about turning the tables? Grandpa will take your life later and send you to the West to see your Buddha."

He sneered, supported the fairy sword with his hands, and barely sat cross-legged and towards the sky. Although he was scolding, he was definitely not slow. What he compared with this drought is who has the faster recovery time and who has the faster recovery.

According to normal circumstances, although Zhang Muyang is carrying the ancient magic trick of "Nine Turns of the Profound Art", Drought Beast is the cultivation of the golden elixir after all. Even if he has just entered the golden elixir and has not survived the thunder tribulation, Zhang Muyang is definitely not as good as Drought Beast. But Zhang Muyang is a tmd Chinese coin player. Not only is the immortal treasure gourd that has been accelerated, but also countless elixirs, spiritual stones in the Qiankun bag.

Three minutes later, a rosy look finally appeared on Zhang Muyang's pale face. Zhang Muyang's eyes widened, he plucked up the strength he had just recovered, and rushed towards the drought bar with the fairy sword in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Muyang rushing, the body of Hanba, which was originally lying on the ground, suddenly rose up. The guy actually recovered a little, and his white claws grabbed Zhang Muyang's chest. Moreover, the beast had been accumulating energy for a long time, and his plan was to assassinate Zhang Muyang.

"roar!"

"Go to die!"

A cold light flashed by, and Zhang Muyang and the Hanba did not intertwined like in the TV series, but collided hard.

Although Drought attacked, he was seriously injured after all. Without the power to protect his body, he did not dare to resist the fairy sword in Zhang Muyang's hand, so he could only dodge it by mistake.

"Bang!"

Zhang Muyang's sword directly slashed Hanba's waist. Because he used too much force, the blade was too deep and could not be pulled out for a while. Zhang Muyang simply gave up his sword and fisted it, aiming it at Hanba's head and smashed it down.

"Bang!"

Although Hanba was strong and good at fighting with hands and feet, after all, something happened just now. He was an opponent of "old drivers" like Zhang Muyang, and he was injured. As soon as he roared, Zhang Muyang turned over and fell to the ground. Hanba struggled to continue roaring, and Zhang Muyang smashed him with another punch.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Zhang Muyang had no strength or mind to speak. Seeing that Hanba had been struggling, a trace of anthropomorphic horror appeared on his face, so he simply sat on it. Two monks with extremely high cultivation, which could be said to be the monks of the whole China, are now like street gangsters fighting, tearing and using brute force to solve the problem. There is no trace of immortality, no moment of majesty as before, and it is shocking.

If Ling Bing, who was lying on the ground fainting, Fang Zheng and the others felt a chill when they saw this scene, they would feel cold. What a big deal to practice Taoism.

Zhang Muyang held Hanba's body with one hand and clamped it into a fist with the other hand. He used all his life's strength to beat Hanba's head. He was like a pile driver on a construction site, and he punched Hanba's head more than twenty times, directly hitting Hanba's head into the ground. Then Zhang Muyang gasped and rolled down from Hanba's body.

Even so, Zhang Muyang was not relieved. After all, this guy was made of corpses and evil spirits. If he repeatedly cheated on the corpse, he would not have the strength to fight again.

He tried hard to pull out the immortal sword that was chopping the waist of the dry bar, and chopped a few more swords on it. He was sure that he could not die anymore. After the evil spirit was completely discharged, he breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to use a fire control technique to burn this guy completely, but then he thought, it was too wasteful, after all, it was the corpse of a Jindan stage cultivator.
Chapter completed!