"What the hell is this?" Zhang Heyan couldn't help but be shocked when he first looked at this guy. It was not that the other party was so scary, but that this guy didn't seem so vivid, but that he had a slight sense of impracticality.

This is a big lizard that looks extremely weird. It may be inaccurate to say that the lizard may be. To be more accurate, it should be a strange crawling species with scales on its body.

Of course this is not the point. If it is just this difference, it won't be shocking. The biggest difference is that this lizard is actually made up of some weird things.

It was like the scales on his body that looked like a snake, but it was actually a snake skin. You could even see some yellow marks at the tail, which were traces of the snake shed.

The monster's eyes looked extremely lively, but there were three, each facing in a different direction, and there were clearly three different eyes, and even the color of the eyeballs was different.

As for the claws, it was even more strange. One claw was extremely huge and slapped on the ground, the other claws were smaller and hung in the air, and the other two hind legs were of different sizes and lengths. It felt a strange sense of joy when it got up.

However, this sense of joy disappeared immediately after it directly slashed the obstacle in front of it with one claw, and followed by a strong fear. For ordinary people, this power is enough to make them feel scared and even frightened.

If this claw was grabbed onto a person and grabbed it firmly... people who thought of this could not help but shudder. This was not a joke. Even the soldiers showed a lot of fear on their faces and slowly retreated.

They stood behind the young Taoist priest and followed the monster one after another. Although Zhang Heyan's previous performance had made them believe that this was actually a pity to their gods.

But if this Taoist priest did not block the impact of this monster, then for them, it would be a shocking nightmare. The soldiers will be on the front line of resisting this monster, so this will naturally not be a particularly good ending.

Zhang Heyan is naturally more profound than these ordinary people. If ordinary people just analyze from the external level and this monster may be assembled, then he can already determine from the depth level that this is not a monster raised, but a stitched monster!

The moment it stepped on the ground, the entire earth was polluted a little. Like those ordinary monsters, black footprints and heavy water stains would be left where it stepped on.

However, this time the degree was even deeper, and the water stains could no longer affect them at this time. These black watermarks turned into a pool of black mud in their eyes. The ground made of solid stones became soft and shattered by a random claw.

"You can't just let you rage here. I have something to do!" Zhang Heyan said, and immediately stood up from the ground. The objects that were originally twitching on the ground had completely lost their voices and no longer had the ability to suddenly resist.

The boy took it away directly. After the golden light scattered between heaven and earth condensed it into his body, these monsters who struggled with the heaven and earth eventually lost their last hope.

Zhang and Yan had no loss. The reason why they were struggling constantly was actually because the young Taoist priests wanted to find the only trace of their survival in this world.

Zhang Heyan has never wanted to destroy them directly. If they were still human, I would probably hope that they would have a chance to be reborn, rather than just lying in front of them like now, just like now, with only a corpse lying weakly in front of them. Unfortunately, such efforts are still meaningless.

"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth is the root of all energy, and it is widely cultivated. The body has golden light, covering my body!" Zhang Heyan roared. This kind of stitched monster has no spirit at all, and naturally it does not exist. It is the idea of ​​destroying them through spiritual magic.

Besides, there are many people here, and if you use any large spell, you are afraid of hurting these ordinary people. So after thinking about it, the easiest way is to destroy their bodies!

Zhang Heyan actually only learned a few sword techniques. He did not dabble in the so-called body refining techniques and martial arts techniques. What the old Taoist priest said in daily life makes sense. What he can beat can be beaten with simple martial arts knowledge. If he can't beat it, then it is directly a magical confrontation against the spirit of the bombardment.

When it comes to this kind of environment, I thought someone would fight you? No matter what kind of cultivation technique, it is almost the sword in his hand!

"Segmentation Sword Technique!" Zhang Heyan shouted. Of course, this is just a move. It is a very simple way to use the common methods in his hands. However, it is a magic that people who practice Taoism must learn. Whether it is the art of controlling objects, swordsmanship, the golden light of the earth, or the talismans that come in action, this technique is the basis.

But the foundation does not mean that the power is small. In many cases, the size of the power has nothing to do with whether it is the foundation. The original Wudang ancestor Wang Shenting could even use the sword to cut a big river with two fingers. Zhang Heyan might not be able to use the sword in his hand to protect the peace of the city.

With the attention of many people, he stepped on the sky with a sword, and the phantom made of the long sword in front of him was revealed, illuminating everyone's faces, and reflecting the monster's body in the slightest.

"Go!" Zhang Heyan shouted again, of course, not just to shout for fun, but to transport mana. When running the sword technique, shouting out his actions will help increase the success rate.

Of course this is not really feasible, it’s just that the boy discovered this when he was playing on weekdays. Although so many people paid attention to it, it was indeed a bit shameful to shout these words.

"Taiyi Light Sword!" Zhang Heyan waved his hand and sword lights fell out one by one. This was not like the legendary Ten Thousand Sword Art. The long swords were like their own spirit, slashing at the monster.

The sword lights he divided were like ribbons, entangling the monster, and then splitting its skin, trying to cut out some damage.

"Ding Ding Ding..." A crisp sound came, it seemed to be the sound of metal and iron collision, and it seemed to be the sound of heaven and earth colliding. When Zhang Heyan looked over carefully, he found that this attack did not cause any damage to the monster.

"This..." Zhang Heyan's face looked a little ugly for a moment. Although this lightsword does not look particularly strong,... he directly borrowed the power of the long sword in his hand, which means that his next attack may not be able to break the defense against this monster...

"Oh..." Zhang Heyan sighed, "It seems that he still has to use magic, but it's a pity..."
Chapter completed!