Bang! Zhang Yang beat the jade flute and hit the group of men in black in front of him, and knocked one man in black out straight away. The pressure on him couldn't help but ease. Unfortunately, there were too many men in black around him, and the pressure was too great.

More than a dozen men in black were all masters in Ningyuan Realm.

Moreover, either one can be considered a solid foundation. If he is single-only, he may be fine, but now he is fighting against so many enemies. He can't hold on at all. Not to mention, before meeting these men in black, he will fight Gu Xiao first and die and die!

As a result, he could hardly hold on to the siege of more than a dozen men in black in Ningyuan Realm.

Puchi! A big knife weighing hundreds of pounds slashed Zhang Yang's back, almost shaking his protective energy, and he almost fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Woooooo..." The melodious flute sounded. After discovering that in his current state, he could not fight these enemies at all, Zhang Yang could only use his Nine-Dao Sword Song. A melodious and beautiful flute sounded. Under the indoctrination of his true energy, the sound waves instantly turned into golden ripples and greeted the men in black.

Damn, who are these people? Zhang Yang was secretly puzzled while playing the flute song.

He had just left the Sunset Plain with a space scroll, and before he could breathe a few breaths, he was blocked by these men in black. Moreover, these people all made ruthless moves and acted as if they wanted to take his life! Under his serious injury, he could not resist it.

Moreover, the martial arts they used made him feel that there was a way of the Fatian Sword Sect, which made him confused. Fortunately, he had this last move!

Under the roaring flute song, these men in black could no longer resist this last trick. Since ancient times, music skills have always been the most troublesome. This kind of kung fu has not high requirements for skill, and it is even enough to have a little internal strength. But, because music and instruments are used as the foundation, they can often hurt people invisibly.

Although all these black-clothed killers in the Ningyuan realm have good martial arts skills, they are still helpless in the face of these almost cheating Xiao Yin. Not to mention, Zhang Yang's skills must be above any of these black-clothed killers. The indiscriminate sound skills are even more amazing!

For a moment, the black-clothed killer was caused by Zhang Yang's flute sound, with a rapid breath and a boiling blood, and almost all of them were in a devilish way. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yang hurriedly flashed and rushed out of the encirclement, continuing to play the flute sound while running outside.

In this situation, he can only ask for someone to escape first!

The Qinglian sword step was stepped out, and a few green lotus appeared under Zhang Yang's foot. The figure even outlined a mysterious and wonderful aura and headed outwards toward the encirclement. The black-clothed killers clearly saw him in front of them, but they could not stop him at all.

Their skills have been restrained by Zhang Yang Xiaoyin. If they take action now, they will not be able to improve their skills at all, which is simply seeking death!

Bang! At the same moment when Zhang Yang left the encirclement, a big drum suddenly fell from the sky, and then a loud sound like thunder sounded.

Puff! The drum sounded, and the flamboyant flute sound was immediately disrupted. He felt as if he was approaching the peak at this moment, but he had to fall down. He could no longer control the true energy in his body. Cracks were cracked on the jade flute in his hand, which looked extremely terrifying.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face turned extremely pale!

"Who?" Escape was in sight, but failed. At this moment, Zhang Yang's mood was indescribable. He held his jade flute, which had cracked apart and shouted.

"The one who kills you!"

No one appeared in the sky, but a faint voice was transmitted to Zhang Yang's ears. At the same time, the black-clothed killers who were originally restrained by his flute sound also recovered with the sound of the drum and rushed towards Zhang Yang one by one.

"Damn it, I can only fight!" Looking at the black-clothed killers rushing towards him around him, and then looking at the rarely-petitive wilderness he is in now, a trace of despair appeared in Zhang Yang's heart, and only this last thought was left in his heart!

...

"Amitabha!" The situation facing the current situation that monk Faqing, a contemporary descendant of Wusi Zen Temple, is not much better than Zhang Yang. This time, his harvest was neither good nor bad, and he got a string of green jade beads. After the older generation of masters left, he also left.

But he knew that not long after he left the heart of Sunset Plain, he bumped into more than a dozen black-clothed killers head-on.

Faced with these fierce black-clothed killers, Monk Faqing put his hands together and kept reciting the Buddha's name. At the same time, his palms flew out like a butterfly through flowers, and palm forces flew out one after another. Under his palm print, swastika Buddha seals appeared from time to time, which made the men in black get close to them.

"Amitabha, all the donors are too angry. According to my opinion, all the donors should return to the Zen temple with me, and learn from the scriptures and enlightenment, and resolve the anger in you!" After dozens of moves, in the melee of the Sunset Plain, the monk Faqing, who was not very expensive, suppressed these black-clothed killers.

Under his Buddhist palm, these black-clothed killers had no ability to fight back. At that moment, Monk Faqing said to these black-clothed killers with a compassionate look on his face. As he spoke, swastika Buddha seals kept flying out of his mouth, making these black-clothed killers unable to move.

Even many black-clothed killers even flashed with hesitation in their eyes, as if they had been moved by the Buddhist teachings of monk Faqing, and they wanted to really convert to his seat!

"Ah!" At this moment, a loud shout sounded, interrupting Monk Faqing's Buddha's name, shaking him to a red face. At the same time, the swastika Buddha seals that originally bound these black-clothed killers were even broken.

...

Another location not far from the place where Faqing monks and Zhang Yang were attacked.

The Heavenly Demon God of the Heavenly Demon and the Seven Killing Lord had just flew over the sky not long before they were blocked by three masters of the God Refining Realm, including the Lord of Zuiyue. The Heavenly Demon God looked at the three masters of the God Refining Realm in front of him with a serious look, and protected the Seven Killing Lord behind him.

He didn't need to ask about the purpose of these people, let alone know the origin of these people. To be precise, since he saw Lord Zuiyue, he knew that the master and disciple might not be able to leave here alive today! As one of the great figures of Middle-earth in the past, Lord Zuiyue was naturally impossible not to know him.

He knew more clearly that in the face of this situation, he and his beloved disciple who had fought may not be able to escape. Now, his only wish is to be able to keep his beloved disciple and leave a glimmer of hope for the Demonic Way!

"Ah!" A roar came from the mouth of the Demon God Lord. A big sword emitting dark magic flames appeared in the hands of the Demon God Lord. He looked at the three masters of the God Refining Realm in front of him, and with a swish, it turned into a demon shadow and rushed towards the enemy opposite!

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Four figures were undulating and scattering, emitting extremely dazzling palm power, sword energy, and the four masters started a battle like tearing the sky and breaking the earth in the sky!
Chapter completed!