Dangdangdang--!
In the collision of sparks, Zhang Xiaopeng was more defensive than offensive, jumping up and down, looking very embarrassed.
Moreover, his moves were seriously distorted. Many of his knives were diverted to his grandma's house. The God of Heaven was clearly in front of him, but like a blind man, he slashed at the air next to him with his knife. It was so funny that it made all the gods and soldiers and generals laugh. laughing out loud.
But the god's brows became more and more frowned.
He found that Zhang Xiaopeng was slipperier than a loach, and could always judge his moves first, and then make the most reasonable dodge or counterattack.
Jumping up and down looks panicky, but actually he is calm and leisurely.
There are also those empty knives that strayed to grandma's house. They looked really funny on the surface, but in fact, Zhang Xiaozu's knives were not meant to cut down the gods. They were cutting at the weak points when the gods blocked his power. Cut yourself an escape route.
Otherwise, he would have been killed by a sword after the god had blocked his dodge space with powerful force.
"Enter the subtle state of mind!"
The god's heart suddenly thumped, and he saw the strength of Zhang Xiaozu's state of mind.
He couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart, and then he understood why the Demon God was so fragile in front of Zhang Xiaozu that day in the mortal world. The law of power was like paper and was broken by Zhang Xiaozu's fist. It turned out to be because Zhang Xiaozu could enter the subtle state of mind. A glimpse into the devil's law of power.
"We cannot fight a protracted battle with him, we must end the battle as soon as possible!"
The god knew how powerful Ruwei's state of mind was, and told him that he must get rid of Zhang Xiaozu as soon as possible, otherwise he would be the one who died when Zhang Xiaozu discovered the law of his power.
"Bah!"
"Punch me!"
Zhang Xiaozu suddenly shouted loudly, put the bone knife into the mustard seed, and at the same time grabbed a gap, suddenly bullied the god in front of him, and struck him in the face with his right fist.
The god took a step back, grabbed the handle of the Yanyue knife with his right hand and pushed forward to block Zhang Xiaopeng's fist.
boom!
Zhang Xiaozu's fist hit the handle of the Yanyue Dao, and the huge force of the fist knocked the god back ten feet.
Since the battle, the god was forced to retreat by Zhang Xiaopeng for the first time.
The god was startled by Zhang Xiaopou's sudden burst of extremely fierce but secretly powerful punches.
He began to understand more and more why the Demon God died so miserably.
call!
Zhang Xiaozu's palms were filled with strong winds, which struck him immediately, leaving no time for the gods to think.
"roll!"
The god cursed angrily, and swept the Yanyue Sword across, trying to force Zhang Xiaopawn back, but Zhang Xiaopeng's movement was erratic and strange, and his figure flashed around behind him.
He had no time to return the sword, so he could only turn his body sideways and slap his left palm backward to meet Zhang Xiaopou's palm.
Snapped!
The two faced each other.
Zhang Xiaopeng retreated thirty or forty feet, and the god retreated another ten feet.
It's up to you to judge, but the God's palm power can't break through Zhang Xiaopou's defense and can't cause any real damage to him, so Zhang Xiaopou immediately pounced back with vigor and vigor.
The god danced the Yanyue Sword, and the wind roared, causing the space to twist and break, preventing Zhang Xiaopou from getting close.
But Zhang Xiaopou was very brave. He grabbed the five fingers of his right hand and actually grabbed the back of the Yanyue Sword. He then hit the snake with his body and followed it with the stick. He approached the god with the handle of the Yanyue Sword and then used his fists and kicks to attack the god. onslaught.
This time, he no longer forced himself on the god's moves to avoid being forcibly knocked back by his profound cultivation.
The god wanted to distance himself from Zhang Xiaozu, but Zhang Xiaozu had superb physical skills and could understand the motivation of his moves first. In addition, the Qinglong Yanyue Sword could not be used in close combat, which limited his combat power. He tried several times. He failed to get rid of Zhang Xiaopeng every time.
For a moment, Zhang Xiaopou was like an annoying fly, buzzing around the God and refusing to leave no matter how the God drove him away.
His fists and palms are both strong and fierce. Although the blows on the god cannot break through his defense and cannot cause substantial damage to him, the impact of the fists and palms to the flesh, bang bang, dong dong, snap, makes people feel Very ferocious.
The smiles on the faces of the Sons of God and the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals gradually became stiff. They couldn't understand why Zhang Xiaopou, who was about to be defeated just now, suddenly became as fierce as a tiger and a dragon, and actually... began to attack the Gods fiercely.
The god's expression became more and more solemn, because he knew that Zhang Xiaopou's subtle state of mind was always peeking at the law of his power. The longer the battle remained deadlocked, the more dangerous he was.
He had no way of knowing whether Zhang Xiaopou's next punch or palm hit him would tear apart his law of power like tearing paper. This made him gradually anxious and uncontrollably filled with fear.
Snapped!
He had insight into Zhang Xiaopou's palm technique and exchanged palms with Zhang Xiaopou.
Zhang Xiaozhu's brows suddenly furrowed, because the God's palm did not emit power outwards, but sucked the power inwards, sucking his palm.
But he was immediately shaken away by his strength.
But just when he was about to close his palm, something suddenly shot out from the cuff of the God's golden armor.
Zhang Xiaozu thought it was a hidden weapon such as a crossbow arrow, and immediately dodged sideways. However, the next moment he entered his subtle state of mind, he saw that the object being shot was actually an orange rope as thick as a thumb.
He didn't dare to be careless and immediately jumped back.
The rope exuded a strange aura, giving him a very dangerous feeling.
Whoosh!
The rope was more than ten feet long. It shot out from the sleeve of the god in the blink of an eye, and wound around Zhang Xiaopeng like a snake.
Zhang Xiaozu struck out with a palm, and the force of his palm whipped up a strong wind, trying to blow away the flying rope, but the rope actually faced the wind, and instead of slowing down, his speed doubled in an instant.
Zhang Xiaozu was shocked and immediately jumped back ten feet. The next moment, a look of fright appeared on his face, because the orange rope seemed to have jumped ten feet after him, and the distance between them still maintained the distance before he jumped back.
No, closer, to be precise, because the rope kept getting closer to him.
Zhang Xiaozu jumped back twenty feet again.
This time he could see it clearly, as if there was an invisible thread tying the rope to him. He jumped back, and the rope jumped with him, keeping pace with him.
"What the hell!"
Zhang Xiaozu was shocked and doubtful, and did not dare to touch the rope rashly, so he took out the bone knife from the mustard seeds and tried to cut off the rope.
brush!
The bone knife was swung out, and the blade hit the rope, but it was like cutting on the air, without any sense of collision. The rope was not only unharmed, but took the opportunity to wrap around the blade and crawled up along the blade.
The strange situation made Zhang Xiaozu subconsciously want to throw away the bone knife to prevent the strange rope from crawling into his hand, but he restrained his subconscious fearful behavior. With a thought, the bone knife changed from gray-white to red with flames. It erupted from the blade, trying to burn the rope with flames.
But the rope is not afraid of fire at all.
The next moment, the rope followed the blade, emerged from the flames, and wrapped around Zhang Xiaozu's right hand holding the knife.
Zhang Xiaozu's right hand became weak instantly, his fingers loosened, and the bone knife fell from his hand.
"Farewell, young man!"
The god jumped up and reached the top of Zhang Xiaopou's head. He raised the Qinglong Yanyue Sword high above his head, and then exerted force with both arms. The Yanyue Sword slashed down on Zhang Xiaopou's head with a sharp sound of chopping the space.
Zhang Xiaozu ducked and tried to hide.
But the rope held his right hand, pulling his dodging body, and the other end of the rope was tied to the handle of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword at some point.
The Yanyue knife fell.
Zhang Xiaopeng couldn't avoid it and punched upward with his left hand.
The blade struck his fist, shattering the Xuanming Armor's fist armor and cutting half of his palm open.
His body suffered a huge impact and fell rapidly to the ground.
Bang!
Zhang Xiaozu fell hard to the ground, causing blood to flow from his mouth and nose, because the orange rope tied up his entire body during his fall, making his whole body weak and unable to resist the impact of falling to the ground. So he almost fell to death.
"die!"
The gods followed closely and slashed down with the Yanyue Sword, preparing to end Zhang Xiaopou's life.
when!
Ye Mingyue rushed out of the void, stood in front of Zhang Xiaopou, and blocked the falling Yanyue Sword with his sword.
But she was directly pushed to the ground by the God with the Moon-Crueling Sword. Her knees slammed into the ground with a bang, her chest rose and fell violently, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from her mouth.
She couldn't catch the god's sword.
Qi Yoyo came out from the side with his sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at the God's throat, trying to force him back.
The god snorted coldly, stretched out the two index fingers of his left hand, and pinched the blade of the sword that Qi Yoyo was stabbing at.
But in the next moment, he suddenly kicked off his feet and retreated quickly, because Zhang Xiaopou's fist came towards him.
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