Eight hundred and seventy church Somin (seeking monthly pass)
Cang Huang looked at Zhang Yang coldly. He obviously would not agree. With his identity and status, three against one, even if he won, he would lose. He would not do such a stupid thing.
Huang Mo obviously knew what Cang Huang was thinking, and smiled slightly, "Young man, I'm afraid you are at the end of your strength. This method of provoking generals is useless, but I am curious, do you really have any way to deal with us?"
Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows, "Stop talking nonsense, today is the moment for me to make a name for myself, one or the other, it's up to you!"
Baoyun sneered, "You damn duck has a tough mouth. Do you think Su Xue's soul-killing sword is just for reading?"
Zhang Yang's face remained unchanged, "Bah, this is the first dojo. It's not your barbaric field. Talking and talking is useless. I'm going to train with you today. If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, just admit defeat. I'll be generous."
I’ll let you go!”
He raised his nostrils to the sky and showed no regard for his opponent.
"Is this too much publicity? Is this okay?"
Zhan Yingluo said doubtfully, she didn't expect Zhang Yang to be so powerful, but even with the icon, facing such a powerful opponent...
"He is risking his life." Ma Tian'er said with a slight smile.
Death-defying?
Why, with his strength fighting to this point, he can completely retreat and give it to others. The Holy Church has such a powerful force, why bother!
Zhan Yingluo didn't understand, and Ni Yong and others didn't understand even more. They were shocked by the power displayed by Zhang Yang, but they didn't expect that Zhang Yang would be so irrational.
There is nothing good to be gained by irritating your opponent.
Huang Mo and Baoyun came to the stage, "Since you want to die so much, we will give you a ride."
Huang Mo and Baoyun naturally knew that Zhang Yang was probably risking his life, and the more careful he had to be at this time, two people would definitely be safer than one.
Zhang Yang glanced at Cang Huang and knew that the leader of the Barbarian God Cult would not appear, and the two opponents in front of him must be defeated.
Boom...
Before Zhang Yang could react, he was already kicked out by Huang Mo, while Baoyun sneered, using some magic skills, a series of thunderbolts hit Zhang Yang in mid-air.
Zhang Yang’s reaction is still slow!
The bloody curse is taking effect, and the body is slowing down, but he doesn't realize it.
After killing two generals of the Barbarian God Cult, Cang Huang was quite unhappy.
Apostles Zhang Yang resisted, but all resistance was in vain. As soon as the icon appeared, it was immediately blown up.
This is the fate of a person who dares to challenge two high-level masters of divine transformation in the early stages of becoming a god.
What's more, he is already at the end of his strength.
Arrogance has a price to pay.
Huang Mo and Baoyun seemed to be playing tricks on their opponents, knocking Zhang Yang from the ground to the air, and then from the air to the ground. Li Xiu's body was like a living target.
Cang Huang looked sideways at Wang Meng. Even if Wang Meng wanted to admit defeat at this time, he would not be able to do it. Two generals had been killed, and Zhang Yang must die.
The church was polarized. Zhan Yingluo and others were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but Wang Meng, Ma Tianer and others were very calm.
Meng Ningzi looked at the battlefield quietly. Perhaps, among her former friends, she was the only one who could understand Zhang Yang's mood.
Inferiority and longing merge together, this is the feeling that anyone who comes into contact with the church will have.
She is a girl, which may be better, but Zhang Yang is a man, and of the same type.
How much he longs for it!
Longing, like the congregation.
That is the kingly domineering spirit formed after breaking through one limit after another.
This is what a true strong man should have, not superficial strength, but something beyond strength and will, the most mysterious thing.
boom……
Zhang Yang was thrown to the ground heavily, and his arm was broken.
Savage monks advocate cruelty and killing. This method is not aimed at Zhang Yang, but at the church members.
Huang Mo and Baoyun were provoking the Holy Church. They were waiting for the Holy Church to admit defeat, and then killed Zhang Yang when they did, causing their opponents to fall into conflicting inner regrets.
And they were enjoying this kind of pleasure, but the people in the church seemed very numb and didn't seem to care about Zhang Yang's life or death.
"Boy, it seems that people don't regard you as one of their own at all. You have a good talent. If you join the Barbarian God Cult, I will spare your life today!"
Cang Huang spoke.
Frankly speaking, he likes to show off this kind of personality. This kind of person is very suitable for the barbaric law.
The scar on Zhang Yang's chest is expanding, and it is obvious that the curse is taking away his power.
Zhang Yang stood up unsteadily, with the bohemian smile still on his face, "You don't understand, this is the recognition of one's own people. In today's battle, I, Zhang Yang, am the Holy Church!"
Zhang Yang took out another jar of wine, which outsiders could not drink at all.
The Secret Story of Drunkard and Alcoholic Beverage - Brother!
The remaining left hand swept open the jar, and the wine was boiling and jumping, bright red like flames.
After drinking a jar of wine, the jar exploded, and Zhang Yang slapped his chest with his left hand.
The true energy burst into flames, and the air seemed to be stagnant.
kill!
Zhang Yang's figure suddenly disappeared, and countless Zhang Yang appeared in the audience instantly.
The wine is full of drunkenness!
Countless figures completely surrounded the two people and launched attacks at the same time. Each shadow's attack method was different, and it was also a series of attacks.
Baoyun and Huangmo defended with all their strength, but every attack caused a burning sensation upon contact.
The beating and bursting true energy is obviously weaker than them, but it contains a lot of stubbornness, and it will definitely be defeated!
Buzz~~~
Two explosions shot up into the sky.
After the true energy was gone, the three figures all looked tattered and their expressions were stiff.
Huang Mo and Baoyun looked in disbelief. Together, they couldn't stop a young man's spell.
Practice magic!
What the hell is this?
Huang Mo and Baoyun fell slumped, but at that moment, there was a hint of appreciation.
Wilderness produces madmen, and they also like madmen.
Crazy, they didn’t know why Zhang Yang was crazy, but there was a wry smile on Zhang Yang’s lips.
He is still one step away from the Holy Church. He has an end, but there is no end for the Holy Church.
why is that?
Zhang Yang's body fell slowly. How much he longed to truly become a church member. He wanted to reach the standards of those people. He wanted to be like them. He could put life and death aside, but at this moment, there was still a gap.
Same gap.
A figure appeared in the field, supported Zhang Yang, and slowly brought Zhang Yang to the sidelines.
No one stopped him, no one said anything, because it was Suo Ming, the God of Thunder, who supported Zhang Yang.
When he came to the Middle Thousand Realm, Suo Ming didn't think there was anything great about this world. Although it was higher in plane than the Small Thousand Realm, so what, the monks here were too fragile.
Zhang Yang is the only one who can penetrate the Dharma's eyes.
"The members of the temple are not made in one day. Boy, you are very capable!"
Suo Ming handed Zhang Yang to Zhou Qian, and Zhou Qian played with Zhang Yang's bones with a smile. Although it lacked some heat, in the words of Zhenren Zhou, the boy was teachable.
Putting aside his flamboyant Suo Ming, he returned to the field and said, "Temple Suo Ming, who can give me advice?"
Cang Huang's figure appeared in the scene, "Suo Ming, as one of the seven great masters, why should you obey the orders of a young boy and join our Barbarian God Cult? The position of deputy leader is yours!"
Sometimes, after seeing too many idiots, they become resistant. Suo Ming looked at Cang Huang calmly. It must be said that Zhang Yang's bloody nature ignited Suo Ming.
"If you can knock me down with three moves, I lose!"
This is Somin's answer.
At this time, everyone realized that Zhang Yang was really a low-key person in the church.
As one of the Seven Ultimates, Suo Ming's tone was certainly so outrageous that Cang Huang couldn't help but laugh angrily.
"How dare everyone in the church light a fire and despise the heroes of the world!"
"Suo Ming can only be considered a junior among the Qijue, and his tone is really outrageous."
"I hope my strength can also defy heaven."
"It's no use being harsh."
Cang Huang took out his peerless magic weapon - the wild hammer!
This is the existence of the so-called first magic weapon in the wilderness. It is an ancient weapon. Cang Huang found it in a ruins and discovered a matching set of hammer techniques that can activate the power of heaven and earth. After practicing for a century, he established his dominance.
Savage status.
To this day, no one can shake his status in the wilderness, and in this first dojo, it's so damn hard that everyone treats him like a passerby.
The golden hammer is engraved with complex unknown symbols. This is not a legacy that has been passed down for thousands of years, but this power that can connect the heaven and the earth can be manipulated by Cang Huang.
The wild hammer moved slightly, and there was a muffled thunder in the clear sky. In an instant, dark clouds enveloped the sky above the first dojo, and the sky darkened. The wild hammer was emitting brilliant light, and spells kept flickering out and floating in the space.
The confrontation between the Qijue was definitely a highlight in the past, and this was not something that ordinary god-forming monks could compare to.
Cang Huang looked at his wild hammer, with a proud smile on his lips, "With a hammer in my hand, I have the world!"
With a loud bang, a hammer hit Suoming's head.
boom……
The wild hammer hit Suo Ming straight on, the ground exploded, and everyone was stunned.
Is Suo Ming stupid???
You didn't even dodge such a direct attack?
Suo Ming slowly raised his head, "One move!"
Cang Huang was dumbfounded. Although he only used 50% of his strength, no madman dared to fight hard.
Is this fucking immortal?
Everyone was talking a lot, and their attention was focused on Cang Huang. Suo Ming's domineering attitude also attracted many taboo groups.
Even among the people from the Taboo Group, I'm afraid there aren't many people who would dare to forcefully solve Cang Huang's Wild Hammer.
Cang Huang took a deep breath, his opponent didn't even dodge and let him make three moves?
Are you fucking treating him like a three-year-old?
The true essence exploded, the desert hammer radiated with light, and the sky roared a series of times,
The wild hammer suddenly turned into a super-giant golden hammer of more than ten meters, and slammed towards Suo Ming.
boom……
Explosive ripples exploded, but Suoming remained motionless and caught Cang Huang's attack with one hand.
With a flick of his hand, the wild hammer was suddenly bounced away. Suo Ming's voice deepened, "Second move!"
Cang Huang staggered back. He never thought that there was such an unbeatable monster in this world. He had already used 80% of his strength, but the opponent could catch it so easily.
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