With the combined efforts of everyone, Zi Yang was injured, which undoubtedly improved the morale of the other monks fighting in front of the city.
When I saw the extremely brave Ziyang, he defeated hundreds of people in an instant, which would make some people panic.
But things are different now. After seeing Ziyang being injured with their own eyes, they firmly believe that as long as they work together, it is only a matter of time to kill him.
You know, there were only four or five hundred people who helped the strong man fight off Ziyang just now, and there are tens of thousands of them, and they can kill him in waves.
The strong man looked at Zi Yang, who was covered in mud and water and was in a miserable state, and laughed, saying proudly: "With your strength, do you have the guts to challenge our monks from the Western Continent?"
Zi Yang looked at his winning face and did not talk to him, but there was a faint smile on his lips.
Seeing this, the strong man's face darkened, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Come! Help me, everyone, and see how I can smash this wild boy from the Northern Continent into a meat pie with one punch!"
Before the monks behind him could take action, Ziyang's flashing thunder punch hit the strong man's chest. There was a bang, and a beam of lightning penetrated the strong man's body.
The strong man's huge body trembled a few times, and his face was filled with an incredible expression. He stood still for a moment, and then fell to the ground on his back.
"Ah?" The sword cultivator holding a long sword glanced at the strong man who was completely lifeless and said, "This kid dares to commit murder. Everyone, come with me!"
Before Jian Xiu finished speaking, he saw a flash of silver light in front of his eyes. The next moment, the long sword fell to the ground, and Jian Xiu's neck was broken by Zi Yang.
Immediately afterwards, a large number of monks rushed towards Ziyang from all directions, their screams before death almost never stopped, and the muddy ground was gradually stained red with blood.
Kuang Da saw Zi Yang's clothes stained red with blood in the battlefield, his pupils suddenly opened wide, and he said: "It's broken! That guy is going to go on a killing spree."
"It's really terrifying..." Kuang Er looked at Zi Yang who became more and more courageous as he fought, and said with a solemn expression: "He is like a killing machine with no emotion. Wherever the lightning passes, someone will die miserably. on the spot."
In any case, the people fighting Zi Yang in front of the city were monks from the Western Continent, his compatriots. Seeing them being killed by Zi Yang, he was still very sad.
Kuang San looked at the battlefield with a complicated expression. Suddenly, he straightened the tip of his nose, frowned and shook his head: "This is the first time I smell such a strong smell of blood."
Kuangsi took a deep breath and said casually: "Let's fight. This is a world where the jungle is the strongest. Besides, no one forces them to fight. Everything is voluntary."
"Alas! Look at it openly. People who don't know their own abilities usually end up not much better."
During the brief conversation between the brothers, it was revealed that the number of Western Continent monks killed by Zi Yang had reached more than 500, and the number continued to increase.
"Then again, this might not be a bad thing." As soon as Kuangda said this, several other brothers looked at him with confusion, and he said: "Do you still remember Luo Liangxie back then? Although he It killed a large number of monks in our Western Continent, but it also gave us a warning that it is difficult for weak people to survive."
"If it weren't for him, how could we in the Western Continent have so many sects, large and small, arise in such a short period of time?"
Kuang Er nodded slowly and said, "Indeed. Everything has two sides, it depends on how you think about it."
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
"If you think of it as a good thing, then it is a good thing. If you think of it as a bad thing, then it is a bad thing."
Kuang San saw thousands of people gathered in front of the city, divided into three camps, two were poison magicians, and the other was a sword cultivator. He said with great interest: "Hey, the situation is not clear yet. Let's Let’s take a closer look.”
Kuangsi withdrew his gaze from the thousands of sword cultivators, looked back at his brothers, and said, "You should stop analyzing it, a wonderful battle is about to come."
Just at this moment, a swordsman in front of the city shouted loudly: "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
After hearing the sword cultivator's loud voice, all the monks surrounding Ziyang stepped back, and thousands of sword cultivators threw their swords one after another.
Swords rained down suddenly where Zi Yang was, but all the long swords fell from high altitude, and the sword blades penetrated into the ground. The densely packed swords crowded together, trapping Zi Yang.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of sword cultivators flew out together, with a sword cultivator standing behind each sword. The scene was extremely spectacular.
"It's a sword formation again..." Zi Yang looked around with a vigilant expression. Last time he suffered a loss at the hands of Kuang Er and Kuang Si. This time, facing a sword formation with thousands of people, he was completely overwhelmed. Don't dare to be careless.
When Huxiong, who was standing in the corner of the city, saw Ziyang's eyes turning into thunder pupils, he was a little dissatisfied and said, "Humph! I knew these silver pupils were not simple."
He frowned slightly, pinched his chin in confusion, and said, "But what is its specific function?"
In the last battle with Zi Yang, he had already felt that there was something mysterious about those silver pupils, but he had not been able to guess its ability so far.
Now, Ziyang used Thunder Eyes again, which attracted Huxiong's attention. No matter he lost to the Kuang family brothers or Ziyang, he always held a breath in his heart, that is, looking for an opportunity to take revenge.
Therefore, when he saw Ziyang's thunder pupils, he also wanted to explore its secrets in order to understand his opponent more deeply.
Just when Huxiong lowered his head and thought deeply, among the thousands of sword cultivators who surrounded Ziyang, someone took the lead in pulling out the long sword in front of him, and others also held the long sword in their hands one after another.
Suddenly, a white light rushed toward Ziyang like lightning. He leaned back, put his right palm on the ground, and kicked with flashing thunder patterns in the white light.
A scream rang out, and the sword cultivator holding the long sword did a backflip and fell to the ground. Blood was flowing from his mouth. He struggled on the ground for a few times and then lost his life.
Before Zi Yang could stand up, two whooshing sounds were heard, and two swordsmen held long swords and attacked him one after another.
He slapped the ground with his left palm and stood up. The long swords in the hands of the two swordsmen stabbed him, but they passed by his abdomen and waist. After that, he swung out two fists, and both of them were hit by him. Smashed to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, four sword cultivators flew out, but they were all knocked down from the air by Zi Yang.
Then came eight, sixteen, thirty-two, and sixty-four. . . . . .
The number of sword cultivators attacking at the same time was increasing exponentially, but Ziyang was repelling them one by one as if they were just strolling around.
Kuang Da on the top of the city was dazzled by what he saw. He looked at the brothers around him in shock and asked: "So many sword cultivators attacked at the same time, how did he escape?"
Kuang Er looked at the battlefield, shook his head and said, "I'm not sure. He also dodged Lao Si's last attack."
Kuang San carefully looked at Zi Yang on the battlefield and hurriedly
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page)
Said: "Have you noticed? This boy's eyes are different from before. Also! He also had the same eyes in the last battle with the fourth child."
When he said this, Kuangsi immediately said: "That's right! It was indeed these eyes that made him dodge my slash last time."
"That's not right... Could it be that..." He looked back around and found that no one was paying attention to him.
Kuang Da, Kuang Er, and Kuang San all looked at him, but did not speak, as if waiting for him to continue.
Kuangsi thought of something very scary. In order to prevent others from overhearing, he tried his best to lower his voice and said, "Could this kid really be the successor of the Northern Continent's mythical beast Thunder Tiger?"
Kuang Da said in disbelief: "Huh? This... is unlikely."
Kuang Er said carefully: "Brother, the fourth child's guess also makes sense. It is said that Thunder Tiger's pupils can discern opportunities and see through other people's attacks, so as to respond in advance."
"Look at the guy in the sword formation. Facing the attack of hundreds of sword cultivators, not only did he not get stabbed by a sword, he even defeated them. This is obviously impossible."
Kuang San was a formation master and didn't know much about this kind of thing. He looked at Kuang Si beside him and asked: "Fourth, what do you think about this matter?"
Kuang Si paused and said: "Indeed. What the second brother just said was right. He can dodge the attacks of dozens of sword cultivators and repel them. This is nothing, but if there are hundreds of people, he can still do it." To be able to cope with it freely is a bit too scary, almost impossible to accomplish.”
"Besides, the thunder tiger, the mythical beast of the Northern Continent, does have a pair of world-famous thunder eyes, but whether it is the same pair remains to be discussed."
"In my opinion, no one in this world can be so perfect except for the Thunder Eyes of the Northern Continent Divine Beast Thunder Tiger."
Seeing that batches of sword cultivators were defeated one after another, but Ziyang in the sword formation was unscathed, it was inevitable that some of the people watching the battle on top of the city would raise doubts.
"This... Is he still a human? Faced with the siege of so many sword cultivators, nothing happened?"
Someone rubbed his eyes and said, "I saw it wrong. I must have seen it wrong."
"Impossible? How is this possible!"
Obviously, Ziyang was still able to handle it under such a dense and rainy attack, which made some people on the top of the city suspicious.
The tigers and bears below the city jumped up when they saw the sword cultivators standing on the ground and said: "This is the last batch, success or failure depends on this!"
"Thunder Shield!"
Kuang Da saw the shield covered with thunder patterns protecting Zi Yang standing in the void and blocking the attacks of the sword cultivators. He panicked and said, "Not good!"
Kuang Er's pupils widened and he said, "That move again?"
Kuang San was stunned for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and said: "It's over, it's over."
Kuangsi looked at the battlefield with his eyes, shook his head and sighed.
The densely packed sword edges were pressed against the barrier of flashing thunder patterns. When Ziyang's right fist wrapped in thunder patterns hit the inner wall of the cover, a crisp shattering sound was heard, and the dazzling silver light illuminated the surrounding area. Bright as day.
At a glance, the last group of sword cultivators was also the largest and most powerful group, but they were all beaten away by Zi Yang, and no one was spared.
At this point, the sword formation used by thousands of sword cultivators was broken, and the sword cultivators who participated in the battle were either dead or injured.
(End of chapter)
7017k
