Zhan Ziyang understands that the world of monks is actually a cruel world where the weak eats the strong and strength is respected. Therefore, it is impossible to reason with an enemy who wants to kill you. Only by killing to stop killing can he possibly survive.
hope
However, although Zhan Ziyang did not show any abnormality on the surface, he was quickly thinking about how to deal with this powerful middle-aged man. Zhan Ziyang knew that he could not just sit back and wait for death. He must come up with a solution.
Find a way, otherwise you will be killed mercilessly by the middle-aged man
"It seems that this is the only way..." Zhan Ziyang thought of a very risky method in his mind. Although doing so would be very dangerous, if Zhan Ziyang wants to survive, he can only give it a try.
Although the middle-aged man at this moment could not guess what Zhan Ziyang was thinking, he could tell that Zhan Ziyang seemed to be deliberately delaying time. He raised his eyebrows and said with a cold face: "Boy, you don't have to waste your efforts in vain.
Even if the Great Luo Jinxian comes here today, he will not be able to rescue you from my axe, and you will be buried with my brother!"
At the end of the sentence, the middle-aged man even let out a loud roar. A powerful wave of spiritual power seeped out of his body, and a layer of golden armor made of spiritual power that was as solid as a substance covered his body. For Zhan
The middle-aged man is still a little wary of the large number of low-level spiritual talismans in Ziyang's hands, so he doesn't dare to put too much pressure on them.
However, even so, the middle-aged man did not take Zhan Ziyang into his heart. All he was worried about was the attacks from the many spiritual talismans in Zhan Ziyang's hands. Now that he saw that he had prepared a defense against the attacks of the spiritual talismans, the middle-aged man secretly snorted.
With a sound, a strong murderous intention flashed out in his eyes, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly turned far away. He waved the golden giant ax in his hand, like a savage beast, and his body instantly flashed forward and attacked.
Zhan Ziyang
At the same time that the middle-aged monk was attacking him, Zhan Ziyang sacrificed the golden armor of the seventh-grade profound weapon and wore it on his body. The dull Yin Yang Sword was also held in his right palm.
At the same time, a mid-level spiritual talisman, the Explosive Flame Talisman, appeared on Zhan Ziyang's left hand.
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"Go to hell!"
The middle-aged man shouted angrily and appeared in front of Zhan Ziyang in an instant. The golden ax in his hand was like a majestic mountain. With a shocking force, he slashed at Zhan Ziyang's head.
Looking at the golden giant ax slashing down wildly, Zhan Ziyang did not show the slightest trace of panic. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the Yin Yang Sword in his hand instantly rose into the sky and collided with the golden giant ax like lightning.
together
"boom!"
There was a loud sonic boom, and Zhan Ziyang felt as if he had been hit by a big mountain. A powerful impact enveloped him and flew him backwards for more than a foot.
Kan stopped
"Poof!" A large mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of Zhan Ziyang's mouth the moment he stopped.
"It's so powerful. Isn't this golden ax also a low-grade spiritual weapon?" Zhan Ziyang was slightly surprised. The fluctuations of spiritual power erupted from the golden ax made him feel a hint of threat.
If his conjecture is correct, then the middle-aged man in front of him has his own cultivation plus this low-grade spiritual weapon, the golden giant axe, and his combat power can definitely be comparable to that of an average monk in the late True Spirit stage. Thinking of this, Zhan Ziyang's heart
A trace of ruthlessness flashed through him, and he knew that even if that method was dangerous, he had to use it.
At this time, the middle-aged man was also extremely surprised. Looking at the dull Yin Yang Sword in Zhan Ziyang's hand, there was a hint of shock in his eyes.
The golden giant ax in his hand was obtained by an unexpected encounter, but it was still unable to seriously injure Zhan Ziyang, and even a slight crack was caused by the dull Yin Yang sword in his hand.
"Could the strange-looking war sword in this boy's hand be a spiritual weapon, but why can't I feel the spiritual power fluctuations on it?" The middle-aged man was very confused, but he couldn't figure out the reason, and he felt cruel secretly.
Said: "Hmph, after I kill him, I will seize the sword. If it is really a spiritual weapon, it will be an unexpected harvest."
Having said that, the middle-aged man was no longer wasting time. He was afraid that things would change as time went on, so he shouted loudly, and the metallic spiritual power in his body boiled instantly.
Like a blazing flame, a dazzling golden light came out of the body. Then the middle-aged man moved his hands quickly, and a strange seal appeared in his hands in an instant, penetrating into the body suspended in front of him.
Among the golden axes
At the same time, Zhan Ziyang saw that the middle-aged man had already made some moves, and he did not dare to be careless at the moment. A ruthless color flashed in his heart, and he once again crushed a lower-level Vajra Talisman and a Divine Movement Talisman, risking
There was a danger of being seriously injured by the golden giant axe. His figure instantly flashed forward and attacked the middle-aged man.