Huang Shuang

After all, Zhang Yang has been promoted to the prefecture level, and those guarding the altar are not the fearsome demons of the past. Without weapons, even if it is difficult to resist, they will not be at a disadvantage in a short time. The situation is not so optimistic. It is true that Weigui Jiansha is broken, and it is also true that Zhang Yang is unable to move due to backlash. Before they came in, they agreed that after the fight, they must delay as much as possible for the other person to set up the magic circle. The gaudy sword moves already consumed spiritual power, but he forcibly incorporated them into Qing Ge Xing, which increased his consumption even more.

After Zhang Yang came out, those monsters attacked indiscriminately, and his serious opponents had long since disappeared. These things are much more powerful than that cowardly rabbit, and there are more key points. Jing Jian fought several wounds and finally tore them A road that was opened was filled up again in a blink of an eye by those coming up from behind.Jing Jian became increasingly irritable and murderous. He dodged the iron ax and quickly took out a small pill and stuffed it into his mouth. He rushed in the direction of Zhang Yang, and the monsters blocking the way did not respond. When he came over, he was knocked out, while Jing Jian, who was obviously weak in hand-to-hand combat, was unscathed, and could even maintain his initial speed, without looking at the various weapons that were still bleeding in front of him.

"Hua Tie Wan" Ge Ding sat on a high place, observing the battle situation below, "After taking two breaths, he is invulnerable, do you know how to deal with it?"

"I know" the third son came out from behind, untied the cloak that had been on his body all the time, and took out two scimitars from nowhere.

"After all, it's your aunt's child, so take a breath."

Ge Ting said to his back, the third young master paused for a moment and didn't look back.

Relying on the fact that they couldn't hurt him, Jing Jian finally came to Zhang Yang's side, put Huang Shuang into Zhang Yang's hand without saying a word, and took a sledgehammer from a monster whose neck had just been chopped off.

"Which one is the big monster?" He quietly asked Zhang Yang, without stopping his movements.A sledgehammer was swung down by him in a round circle. He did not have any skills, but caused a lot of damage.

"The only one present is Ge Ting." Zhang Yang raised his sword and fell, harvesting like chopping watermelons. All kinds of blood stains all over his body were mixed together, and he looked like a blood man from a distance.

"Isn't that the third son?" The effect of the iron pill was only less than a quarter of an hour, and Jing Jian had already started to show the reaction of the medicine's weakening effect, and his tone of voice was trembling.

"No..." Zhang Yang was about to say something, but when he glanced at it, he saw a cold light flashing across his eyes

"Be careful!" Zhang Yang pushed him violently, narrowly avoiding the blade that rubbed against his ear.

The person who came was the Third Young Master, and the group of monsters who were crazy just now retreated quietly after seeing his figure clearly, thinking that this person is quite prestigious.

"Su Li, you can also call me Third Young Master." He didn't bother him too much when he missed the knife, but gave his name politely.

Zhang Yang couldn't figure out his thoughts for a while, so he didn't talk to him.

"Isn't this your etiquette? Why don't you speak?" Suli seemed not at all afraid of their secret tricks, and his words and deeds revealed a calmness, "Don't you still treat that lunatic with courtesy when you go to Wangchuan to snatch your sister?" , For the past eight years, have you forgotten?"

Zhang Yang unconsciously recalled that early morning eight years ago, it was bitingly cold, and the mist formed by the river penetrated into his body from all directions with his breath.

"Don't you think these two knives are familiar? I just followed that thirteen dozen weapons."

Listening to what he said, Zhang Yang unconsciously thought of the man in single clothes whose feet were entangled by his flames and couldn't move.