The Road to Slaying God

Just by looking at it, Zhang Yang felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The temperature of the surrounding air also dropped suddenly. A cold feeling invaded his pores, and a chill filled the air.

Zhang Yang's hair stood up, and the originally ferocious little Yin Mei was so frightened that he quickly hid in his pocket.

It was such a huge mental pressure that even Little Yinmei couldn't bear it. This has never happened before. You know, because of the communication between minds, Little Yinmei is mentally very strong!

Zhang Yang felt as if his heart had been hit by a heavy hammer, and he took a few steps back, leaving deep footprints on the grass... murderous intent overflowing!

The two young men had contemptuous smiles on their faces. What made Zhang Yang vomit blood was that they actually played "rock paper scissors" to decide who would deal with him. In the end, a young man by the lake won. This young man looked very refreshing. Wearing a white robe and her hair tied high, she looks a bit like a Tang Dynasty costume film.

Zhang Yang didn't speak. Now, anything he said was in vain. However, he was glad that there was still some distance between this place and the place where Nana slept.

Zhang Yang has already confirmed that the middle-aged man among the three is Dahe, the general's date, and the other two young people are his apprentices. Neither he nor Nana can compare with this middle-aged man in martial arts. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked the general to fight. Even Yin Mei couldn't resist this man's mental power, which shows how powerful this man's martial arts is.

The quiet night became depressing and heavy.

The air seemed to be burning, and the burning fighting spirit flickered in the eyes of Zhang Yang and the young man... The young man was very handsome, and his bearing was extraordinary. His movements gave people a very enchanting feeling, and he untied his back behind very slowly. A katana wrapped in white cloth.

One lap!

Two laps!

…

The young man's eyes were staring at Zhang Yang tightly like the cold stars at night, and his hands slowly untied the white cloth. Every movement was extremely meticulous, as if this knife was his life, his son.

He was using the process of untying the white cloth to accumulate momentum and strength in his body.

Slowly, slowly, the samurai sword revealed its sharp blade. The blade shone with a cold light under the moonlight. It was a good knife. Zhang Yang had an intuition that the sharpness of this knife was no less sharp than that of him and Liu Biao. The paper knife is even better.

Zhang Yang held the military dagger tied to his leg tightly in his hand. He felt that his palm was a little wet, but fortunately, the handle of the military dagger was non-slip and felt good in the hand.

"Silk..." Zhang Yang felt the sound of the white cloth rubbing against the air when it fell to the ground.

"brush!"

Just for a moment, a sharp light seemed to split the chaotic space, and struck Zhang Yang's neck with unparalleled power. Almost without any warning, the young man drew the knife, and the moment the cloth fell to the ground, The blade of the blade had already touched Zhang Yang's chest... "Peng!" sounded out, and a ball of dazzling sparks jumped in the air. Zhang Yang used the dagger to block this earth-shattering blow, but his body flew backwards due to the powerful impact.

The dagger is missing!

A chill ran down Zhangyang's back. This was a military dagger, and the steel was naturally good. He didn't expect that it would open a incomplete hole with such a blow.

"Huh!"

The young man looked at Zhang Yang who quickly retreated in surprise. He had taken the advantage just now. With the sharpness, length and weight of the samurai sword, the other party could easily escape the pursuit range of the samurai sword, which shocked him.

It seems that the opponent is not an easy character to deal with!

There was a distance of ten meters between the two of them and they were facing each other, while the middle-aged man and another handsome young man stood dozens of meters away and looked at each other with their hands behind their backs, looking relaxed and relaxed.

"bring it on!"

With a sound of "Brush!", the young man clenched the samurai sword with both hands, turned the blade, and a dazzling brilliance flashed in the air. With a slash of the sword, a powerful wave of air split the air, making a harsh sound, and then Like thousands of troops galloping forward.

What a strong momentum!

Zhang Yang's pupils tightened, and the dazzling blade gradually enlarged and enlarged in the pupils, getting closer and closer... "Peng!" There was a loud sound, and a dazzling spark exploded in the air. The sky and the earth changed color, and the air produced There was a violent shock, and the dagger in Zhang Yang's hand was split into two pieces. He bent down and arched his back, barely able to avoid the sharp blade.

Put away the knife!

Raise!

Suddenly, a chill ran down the young man's spine. Just before he finished the action of sheathing the knife and raising it, his opponent was already following him, holding the dagger without the tip in his hand and rushing towards him. , the body is like a wisp of smoke, almost following his long knife...sheathing the knife...

The movement that he was about to raise suddenly retracted, his hands suddenly swung, and the samurai sword transformed into a snow-white barrier in front of his chest. At this moment, Zhang Yang's dagger had reached his chest, and the dagger and the long sword made continuous sounds on his chest. The sound of impact was like countless steel balls falling on the iron plate, with sparks flying everywhere.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang's body slumped, his whole body slid down, and he landed on his back first. With the power of landing on his back first, Zhang Yang's body suddenly flew towards the young man like a cannonball, and his legs turned into countless afterimages in the air... " Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

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The young man didn't even have time to drop the long knife in the air. He kicked his legs back desperately on the grass. The grass flew up and two soil grooves were actually kicked out on the ground. There was no trace of Zhang Yang in the dense grass and soil. There is no sign of slowing down. Finally, the four legs intersect. The speed of the show is too fast. If the young man wants to swing the sword to kill, he must use the force, and if he wants to use the force, he must stop.

pause!

Zhang Yang's leg kicked the young man's knee. At this moment, the young man's long knife that had been raised in the air slashed down, drawing a piece of silver light in the air... "Ah..." screamed, the young man The person's body was suddenly kicked away, and the long knife in his hand was also thrown high into the air.

With a cry of "Peng!", the young man fell heavily to the ground, and the long knife was stuck on the grass, and the blade trembled.

"Ono Taro!" the young man standing next to the middle-aged man exclaimed. Just as he was about to step forward, the middle-aged man beside him snorted heavily, and the snort fell on the young man's heart like a heavy hammer. The young man quickly stepped back and remained silent.

Zhang Yang looked coldly at the embarrassed young man on the ground. The move just now seemed simple, but the risk was quite high. He calculated almost every foothold and stress point of the young man, and then calculated the young man's follow-up power. , and the young man was kicked away between the lightning and flints of the long knife.

However, Zhang Yang knew that the young man's injury was not serious. The part he kicked was his knee. However, he did not have enough stamina to kick his knee to pieces. At most, he would be numb for a moment.

If Dahe hadn't been around, Zhang Yang would have gone over and slaughtered the young man, but his main focus was still on Dahe.

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected, the young man was not seriously injured. He stood up staggeringly, looking very embarrassed. His snow-white robe was stained with mud from the fierce battle just now. He stumbled and then slowly walked towards Zhang Yang, with a look on his face. The ferocious expression seemed to be swallowing Zhang Yang's flesh and blood... Zhang Yang moved!

Zhang Yang slowly moved a few steps, stretched out his right hand, and the samurai sword that had been inserted into the grass from the air fell. The sword was not stained with soil, and the blade was still extremely bright, exuding a chilling air under the moonlight. .

"I'm going to torture you to death!" The young man didn't seem to care about the long knife in Zhang Yang's hand, and stepped towards Zhang Yang step by step, with a fierce and vicious light on his face, and a beast-like aura exuding from his body.

This is a very dangerous and huge aura, like a tide!

Zhang Yang felt the dangerous aura rapidly expanding in the air. The young man now was like a beast lurking in the grass, more dangerous than when he first held a long knife in his hand.

"kill him!"

The middle-aged man in the distance once again made a faint voice, but this time, Zhang Yang felt something different, because this time, the middle-aged man's tone was full of determination to move forward, which was completely different from the tone at the beginning. .

It seems that the middle-aged man really has murderous intentions!

Why did you just start murdering someone?

Zhang Yang was very sensitive when it came to his thoughts on murder. Although the middle-aged man said he wanted to kill him at the beginning, he was not determined. But now, his tone seemed to have no room for maneuver.

Zhang Yang naturally didn't know, because of the fight just now, the middle-aged man saw Zhang Yang's potential. There was no doubt that Zhang Yang was a genius, and it was the best choice to strangle the enemy of a genius in the cradle.

(To be continued)