As soon as he finished speaking, something even more unexpected happened.
Zhang Heng saw Wentian punching a spiritual-level cultivator, and his blood boiled instantly. While the three young men were surprised, he actually rushed towards the young man closest to him as fast as possible.
The young man sneered: "Looking for death! Even if I don't use mystical magic, you are no match for me."
If the person who attacked him was Wentian, he would still be wary. But facing Zhang Heng now, he didn't have the slightest worry.
When Wentian saw Zhang Heng's sudden attack, he was deeply afraid that he would be injured. With a flash of lightning in his mind, he kicked up a huge boulder beside him and flew straight towards the young man Zhang Heng was attacking.
The young man had a relaxed expression and was ready to torture Zhang Heng. At this moment, he suddenly felt a powerful force rushing from his side. He turned around in surprise and saw that a piece weighing hundreds of kilograms
The huge boulder was crashing towards him at an extremely fast and violent speed.
Due to the close distance and the fact that the young man's attention had been focused on Zhang Heng, he was unable to avoid the attack of the boulder for a while. The boulder hit his arm hard with a roar, and the bones were broken.
There was a sound, and his body was hit by a boulder, and he fell to the ground screaming.
But it didn't end there. Wentian and Zhang Heng looked at each other and suddenly rushed towards the same young man with a tacit understanding.
The young man who was attacked by the two men was immediately at a loss. After hesitation, two fists fell hard on Na Na's body, smashing him like an iron hammer until blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground with a painful expression.
"You're the only one left!"
Wentian's expression became relaxed, and he looked at the last young man with a faint smile on his face.
The young man saw his three companions being knocked down violently by the two men, and he felt fear in his heart. He quickly retreated behind him, and suddenly a little divine light emitted from his hands, and a divine mark like a horse exuded a powerful aura.
It rushed out like an iron rope and quickly rolled towards Wentian and Zhang Heng.
"Divine pattern?"
"This grandson has used a mysterious method, Brother Zhang dodges quickly!"
Wentian let out an exclamation. This was the first time he had seen a cultivator use mystical powers, and his expression could not help but reveal a bit of nervousness.
The two people moved very fast and dodged in two directions. The roaring lines of divine power split into two in the middle and continued to entangle the two people.
"In front of my magical power, you two are both ants. There is no need to run away in vain. Today I swear to destroy you!" The young man said coldly with a gloomy expression.
The two of them did not dare to stop and quickly evaded, but the divine pattern followed them like a shadow, always following them. This made Wentian feel bad. If the so-called avoidance was not the answer, once he and Zhang Hengli
If you are exhausted, you will definitely be hit by the divine pattern.
What should he do? This was the first time he had come into contact with the magical power of a cultivator. He didn't know the power of the divine patterns transformed by divine power, so he didn't dare to risk it himself.
While he was thinking about it, his eyes caught sight of a thick piece of wood.
Without having time to think about it, he pushed hard with his feet, kicked up the piece of wood, and dropped it towards the divine pattern behind him.
Bang!
The wood collided with each other with rapid speed and radiant divine patterns.
A terrible thing happened. After the wood hit the divine pattern, it instantly exploded into sawdust and scattered all over the ground.
Wentian and Zhang Heng changed their colors at the same time. They did not expect that the monk's magical power was so powerful. It was just a divine pattern transformed from a god, but it had such powerful power.
"Mom, wood won't work, I'll use stone!"
Zhang Heng suddenly raised a huge stone and threw it with all his strength towards the divine pattern rolling behind him.
boom!
The boulder hit the divine pattern, making a loud noise but not shattering. It just left a deep mark. Wentian suddenly saw that after the two collided, the originally dazzling divine pattern dimmed.
many.
I see!
Wentian understood instantly and shouted loudly: "Brother Zhang, hit me with rocks just like you did just now."
After speaking, he lifted up a thousand-jin millstone next to him and threw it at the shadow-like divine pattern behind him. With a loud noise, after the millstone and the divine pattern collided, the light dimmed a lot again.
"Damn, rocks really work!"
Zhang Heng looked relieved, and once again picked up a huge boulder from beside him and threw it towards the divine pattern.
The divine pattern was hit again and became even darker. Seeing the opportunity, Wentian threw his hands and kicked, and a series of boulders flew up and rushed towards the divine pattern.
"Chi"
After the two violently collided with boulders, the divine pattern finally exploded and turned into dots of divine light that flew toward the young man.
"Now!"
Wentian raised his body and suddenly rushed towards the young man, like a tiger pouncing on food, fast and ferocious, leaving a faint afterimage on the spot. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the young man, and with a simple and direct punch,
It was full of violence, hard and accurate, hitting the young man's chest like a giant hammer, sending the young man flying on the spot and falling ten feet away.
A string of blood flowers spurted out from the young man's mouth and nose, drawing a bloody arc in the sky and flying far away before falling to the ground.
Zhang Heng rushed to his side and struck him mercilessly, kicking and kicking him repeatedly, causing him to howl in pain.
"Stop!" At this moment, Wen Mo, who was standing two feet away, walked forward. His face was ashen, and his eyes were cold and sharp.
Zhang Heng glanced at him with a sneer and said: "You just stop when you say you want to? You're a piece of shit!"
"Well said!" Wentian glanced at him with a playful look, then picked up a young man with one hand and prepared to throw him into the pit.
"Ye Wentian, put them down!" Wen Mo shouted coldly, exuding an extremely cold aura, and his expression was so gloomy that it was scary.
Wen Tianwen waved his arm carelessly and aimed at the location of the toilet, completely ignoring his existence.
"Who do you think you are? Are you giving orders here?" Zhang Heng looked contemptuous, and Xue Xue Wentian also mentioned the two young men.
"That's right, isn't there just a grandfather who is an elder? What's so big about it?" Wentian took over Zhang Heng's words and looked at Wen Mo with eyes full of disdain.
He stretched his body and waved his arms very nimbly. The bodies of the two young men he controlled were thrown out like javelins, and their heads and feet fell directly towards the toilet not far away.
"It's so fun, they must have been inserted straight into the shit. Hahahaha, then you should go and keep company with them!"
Zhang Heng laughed happily, and he threw the two young men in his hands hard, and they fell like two spears in the direction of the toilet.
First there were four popping sounds, and the four Sendai disciples who were originally high-spirited and had cold and arrogant expressions were all thrown into the pit.
The onlookers were dumbfounded and surprised. This was too shocking. They were cultivators at the spiritual level of the spiritual source realm, and they were brutally tortured by two teenagers who had not yet embarked on the path of cultivation.
"You are forcing me to kill someone!"
Wen Mo's pupils contracted, and he let out an angry cold drink, and a brilliant light bloomed on his extremely cold body.
But he saw a shrunken mountain appear behind him, about the size of a fist, flowing with dark brilliance. It quickly enlarged as soon as it appeared, exuding a heavy pressure, and rushed towards Wentian.