The drizzle in the sky gradually stopped, but the surrounding fog did not dissipate, and was even much thicker than before.
After the baptism of rain, the originally hard ground became slippery, and the potholes were filled with water.
Kuangda looked at the hazy mist in the distance and saw no one at all. He said anxiously: "Aren't you coming yet?! If you don't come, all the people in front of the city will be gone."
Kuang Er was extremely confused and said: "No way... If he didn't come, why did he still go to such trouble to get this heavy fog?"
Kuang San looked at Kuang Si and said, "Fourth, do you think that kid is here yet?"
"Didn't this mist come from his hands?" Kuang Si lowered his head and pondered, not daring to say whether Zi Yang would come or not.
After a moment, he said firmly: "No, no. There is no such coincidence in the world. If he didn't cause this heavy fog, then who could have done it?"
Before he finished speaking, he vaguely heard the sound of footsteps in his ears. Because there were many puddles on the ground, the sound of his feet stepping on them was very clear.
At the same time, Kuang Da, Kuang Er, Kuang San, the man carrying a mahogany sword, the old man smoking a pipe, and the tiger and bear standing in the corner of the city all heard the footsteps.
"Here we come!" After saying that, Kuang Da's expression was startled, and he immediately looked towards the blurry fog ahead, trying to find Zi Yang's figure.
Tiger Bear's eyes widened and he said with absolute certainty: "It is indeed a conspiracy!"
The hundreds of people who had not yet left in front of the city were also attracted by the footsteps in the fog, and they stood still and did not leave.
Among the five people standing at the front, a sword cultivator held a long sword in his hand. He held the scabbard in his left hand and the hilt in his right hand. He looked at the black figure walking towards him in the fog and asked: "Who is coming?" who!"
Only a loud bell-like shout came from the fog: "Northern Continent, Ziyang."
After hearing this, the sword cultivator immediately pulled out the long sword from the scabbard and shouted to the people around him: "Quick, quick, quick, gather people, that guy is coming!"
The figure in the fog flashed and appeared in front of the sword cultivator in the blink of an eye. Before he could swing the long sword in his hand, Zi Yang kicked him in the abdomen. The long sword fell off his hand, and his body was in a bow shape. Fly out upside down.
Seeing the sword cultivator in the seventh realm of reincarnation being kicked away by Zi Yang, who was in the sixth realm of reincarnation, other people around him ran to the back. As they ran, they shouted: "Someone is coming! Someone is coming quickly! Someone is coming quickly. ! That kid from the Northern Continent is coming to kill you!"
Among the team of more than fifty people holding long swords, one person pulled out the long sword from the scabbard and said to the people around him: "Quick, quick, quick, that kid from the Northern Continent is here, and I will kill him here today."
After hearing the shouts, people walked out of the big tent under Qingyun City one after another.
Kuang Da looked at the sword cultivators who were being repelled by Zi Yang and said with great interest: "Haha! After waiting for so long, now we finally have something good to watch."
Sword cultivators in the fifth realm of reincarnation were no match for Zi Yang. In just a few breaths, more than fifty sword cultivators were lying on the already soaked ground.
Kuang Er smiled with interest: "One person fights against tens of thousands of people. He really dares to do such a crazy thing."
Kuang San looked at the hundreds of people rushing towards Ziyang with bare hands, shook his head and said, "What a pity, the formation has already collapsed. After they are fully prepared, I am afraid that thousands of people will fall innocently."
A person standing outside the big tent shouted: "The cowards of the Northern Continent finally dare to come out, everyone come together!
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Kuang Si looked at the poison warlocks who were gathering in a hurry and the sword cultivators who had gathered hundreds of people, and said: "If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place!"
Obviously, in order to resist Zi Yang, they had already gathered together to practice tactics to defeat the enemy.
However, due to lack of manpower, he still stood there and called his companions, which gave Ziyang enough time to defeat the others.
Seeing the monks from the Western Continent being beaten away by Zi Yang one after another, Hu Xiong punched the city wall, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "What a bunch of idiots!"
He was defeated by the Kuang family brothers and was still unwilling to enter the city. Even though he did not use the power of the Golden God King at that time, he was the first to run out of the tavern and escape from Qingyun City. This is why he has been staying in the city for a long time. There is no shame in entering the city outside the city.
But in the battle with Ziyang, both sides were in the same realm. He tried his best, but he still ran away in embarrassment.
Compared with the showdown with the Kuang brothers, Zi Yang was the one who truly defeated him and made him run away.
Therefore, in this battle, even if he wanted to take action, he would not be able to face the man who was surrounded.
In the battlefield, Zi Yang's feet shone with silver light. After a sliding shovel, the mud on the ground flew to both sides, and dozens of unarmed people in front of him were also shoveled away by him.
Immediately afterwards, he clapped his palms on the ground and jumped up. A punch mixed with thunder flew over and knocked them to the ground.
The moment Ziyang's feet landed on the ground, a sword cultivator holding a long sword appeared behind him and said: "The flaw is exposed, go to hell!"
The sword cultivator of the Sixth Realm of Reincarnation swung a sharp sword blade to chop at the back of Ziyang's neck. He dodged sideways and kicked him in the abdomen. Everyone and the sword were kicked away by him.
"Go up, go up, go up! Go up! We must kill him here!"
"Kill him! Must kill him!"
At the top of the city, a man wearing a bamboo hat and carrying a mahogany sword heard the shouts and slowly came to the top of the city. He kept his head down and clenched his fists tightly.
"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough..."
The old man smoking the cigarette pipe might have choked on the cigarette, and he suddenly coughed. His clenched fists gradually loosened, and the bulging veins on the back of his hands disappeared.
Kuang Da was a little surprised and said: "Oh my God! In just a few moments, we defeated three to four hundred people..."
In any case, the monks fighting Ziyang were all in the realm of reincarnation. No matter how weak their strength was, they should be able to withstand a few attacks. What surprised Kuangda was that they were so vulnerable.
But then again, most of the monks fighting Zi Yang in front of the city were casual cultivators from nearby and disciples from small sects, so it was reasonable to lose to Zi Yang.
Kuang Er glanced at Kuang Da and said helplessly: "Brother, I just knocked him down, not killed. Those who are less seriously injured will stand up again soon."
Kuang San looked at the battlefield and said, "If this situation continues, it's hard to say who will win in the end."
Kuangsi said: "That guy just wants to defeat these people, but these people want his life. Sooner or later, he will suffer a big loss."
"An opponent is an opponent. If you treat him softly, you will only encourage his arrogance."
"You know, there are tens of thousands of people in front of this city. Even if he knocks down thousands of people, hundreds more will stand up. If this continues, they will all be able to kill him."
Before he finished speaking
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, there were rapid footsteps and anxious conversations on the steps leading to the city head.
"I heard that the boy from the Northern Continent is here. Let's go up and have a look."
"Is it coming? Is it coming! Really coming?"
"Quick, quick, quick! Go to the city quickly. It is said that there is a fight. Come to the top of the city and have a look."
In the battlefield, a man with a height of more than nine feet, a broad waist and a man from the Eighth Realm of Reincarnation walked among the crowd like a small mountain.
He glanced at the crowd of people in front of him and immediately shouted: "Everyone, get out of the way and let me come!"
A loud and rough shout rang out, and the monks looked back and immediately made way for him.
"You kid from the Northern Continent, take a punch from me!" The strong man's ferocious fist hit Ziyang's back.
Zi Yang looked sideways and kicked the monk in front of him on the knee. The man immediately knelt forward. He stepped on the kneeling man's shoulder and jumped up high. He turned around and collided with the strong man's fist.
The air wave immediately spread to all directions, and the cultivators surrounding the two men were knocked to the ground by the violent air wave. The soles of the strong man's feet sank, and his feet were gradually covered with mud and water.
Suddenly, the legs of the strong man in the Eighth Realm of Reincarnation slid back. He blushed and immediately shouted to the monks around him: "Quick, quick, quick! Come and help me!"
As soon as he said this, the monks around him lined up and stood behind him, instilling their own fluid power into him.
Soon, hundreds of people gathered behind the strong man. As the fluid power in the strong man's body increased, so did the power of reincarnation he controlled.
Zi Yang frowned slightly after feeling the powerful force in the strong man's fist, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.
The strong man let out an angry roar, his arm shook violently, and he punched Ziyang's arm down. His fist hit his chest, knocking him down from the void.
After falling to the ground, Ziyang rolled over on the muddy ground countless times before he could barely stabilize his body. He was covered in mud and water and looked extremely embarrassed. The mud and blood at the corner of his mouth mixed with blood and dripped down his chin. fell to the ground.
When the people on the top of the city saw Ziyang being knocked to the ground, they cheered and said, "Okay! Okay! That's it, teach that boy from the North Continent a lesson."
A monk said confidently: "I have already said that this is a battle without any suspense. It looks like it will be over soon."
Many people nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, if the current situation continues, it won't take long for the battle to be over."
After hearing their voices, Kuangda, Kuangji, Kuangsan, and Kuangsi all frowned and glanced at them intentionally or unintentionally. Obviously, they did not agree with their views.
After all, they had never fought Zi Yang, so it was normal for them not to know his strength. However, the people on the city wall basically said so, and Kuang Da and others didn't say anything.
After hearing this, the tigers and bears below the city looked up at the people on the top of the city, smiled contemptuously, and said to themselves: "It's just a fool's errand to want to defeat him just for this level of damage!"
The monks on the battlefield also cheered. Under the leadership of the strong man, they not only repelled Ziyang, but also injured him. The joy on their faces was beyond words, as if they had won the war. Those are them.
Hu Xiong cast his eyes towards the battlefield, and after seeing the flashing thunder patterns all over Zi Yang, he looked at the complacent monks and sneered: "Wait a minute, idiots, his anger is not something you can bear!"
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