Invincible perspective

Chapter 837 Battle of the Peak
"It's so easy to hang up? This is too boring, I thought I could have more fun." One of the old men in white robes couldn't help complaining in a low voice.

"If you forget what we said about the Lord when we came out, I don't mind if you can play more!" The remaining old man in white robe snorted coldly.

"Well, a little guy in the late stage of God Realm, could it be that the two of us can't kill him? If we can't kill him like this, then we don't have to go back."

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"Huh?" Just when the other white-robed old man was about to say something, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"What's the matter?" The white-robed old man who shot Zhang Yang earlier looked dissatisfied when he saw his companion.

"Bang!" Just as the old man in white robe finished speaking, a huge roar suddenly erupted not far away.

Following the sound, I saw that the black palm print had turned into a piece of powder at this time, and Zhang Yang was standing there. Although he was a little embarrassed all over, he didn't have the slightest injury.

That pair of eyes, with a bit of coldness, stared at the two of them.

"How is it possible..." Seeing Zhang Yang's unscathed appearance, the white-robed old man couldn't help being a little horrified.

"If you want to kill me just based on this, it seems that your thinking is too simple." There was a trace of disdain on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.

"Okay, I want to see how strong you are!" The white-robed old man's face flashed with sullenness, as if Zhang Yang was playing with him in the scene just now.

As a strong man in the holy realm, he was actually played by Zhang Yang's little god realm, how could he endure such a thing.

As the words of the white-robed old man fell, the next moment, a crescent-shaped weapon suddenly appeared in the palm of the white-robed old man's palm.

As soon as this crescent weapon appeared, the whole air seemed to have gradually become dignified, and even Zhang Yang's internal energy running through his body became slightly sluggish.

Regarding this, Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit of horror in his heart. What is this weapon, it is so weird and terrifying.

"Drink!" The white-robed old man let out a low voice, and moved his body. The next moment, his body appeared in front of Zhang Yang. The crescent weapon in his hand flashed a cold light, and it was directly drawn towards Zhang Yang's neck.

The speed of the white-robed old man was so fast that Zhang Yang didn't even see the figure of the other party. Zhang Yang was horrified by this, and with a movement of his palm, the Devouring Spirit was directly held in the palm of his hand.

"Ding!" A crisp voice sounded, and the next moment, Zhang Yang's body flew upside down.

After Zhang Yang's body fell to the ground, he grabbed the devouring spirit with his right hand and rubbed it into the ground, knelt on the ground with one knee, with traces of scarlet blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

In his body, Zhang Yang didn't feel well either. With just one blow, Zhang Yang's whole body was still trembling up to now.

"The strong ones in the Holy Realm are really different!" Zhang Yang raised his head slowly, looked at the other party with half-closed eyes, and murmured in a low voice with a little cold light in his eyes.

"The strength is in the late stage of the God Realm. After taking my attack abruptly, I am still a bit surprised that nothing has happened. But in the future, I'm afraid you will not have that good luck!" The old man in white robe said this, and the next second, his figure disappeared into the air again.

In this regard, Zhang Yang immediately opened his divine eyes, but even under the sweeping gaze of the divine eyes, Zhang Yang could still only vaguely see the afterimage of the other party.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

There were bursts of crisp sounds in the air, sparks everywhere.

In the time between just a few breaths, the fight between the two was no less than hundreds of strokes.

"Chila!"

Following the sound of this sound, Zhang Yang's body quickly took a few steps back, looking at the deep bone wound on his shoulder, Zhang Yang's eyes could not help but emit a gleam of coldness.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang has long been used to things like injuries. After each injury, because of the elf bow in his body, Zhang Yang's wounds can quickly recover every time.

Only this time, even after Zhang Yang's wound was recovered by the devouring spirit, it still had no effect at all.

Zhang Yang's complexion couldn't help changing slightly in response to this.

"It's useless. My weapon is not an ordinary weapon. Once injured, it takes a long time for the wound to recover; so no matter how weird your body is, it won't work for me at all." The old man in white robe seemed to have seen through Zhang Yang's doubts, and said directly to Zhang Yang with a smile.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang's mind was shocked. The opponent's strength itself was much stronger than him. In addition to the horror of this weapon, if Zhang Yang didn't quickly kill it in the next time, once another guy shot together , then at that time, Zhang Yang would have no chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but a cold look flashed in his eyes, staring at the other party like a poisonous snake.

"It seems that I can only kill you quickly!" After Zhang Yang said, he moved and directly attacked the white-robed old man.

Zhang Yang had always been passive before, but now Zhang Yang took the lead in attacking, which made the white-robed old man stagnate slightly.

Because in his eyes, Zhang Yang is just like an ant, and now that the ant dares to provoke him, how can this not surprise him.

Just as the white-robed old man was surprised, Zhang Yang had already come to the other party, grabbed the devouring spirit with both hands, and without any fancy power, he directly attacked the white-robed old man's chest.

Zhang Yang's attack angle was extremely tricky and weird, and the old man in white robe was also shocked by this, subconsciously grabbing the crescent weapon and resisting Zhang Yang's sword.

Just when the white-robed old man was about to block Zhang Yang's sword, Zhang Yang flipped his palms, and the devouring spirit actually held a sword flower in front of the white-robed old man, and the devouring spirit faced the white-robed old man again at a strange angle. attack.

Seeing this, the old man in white robe suddenly turned pale. You know, that is a symbol of being a man. If there is any problem here, then he is not a complete man.

And for Zhang Yang's attack, the old man in white robe felt extra angry.

"You're courting death!" The white-robed old man's words fell, and the power of the holy realm in his body suddenly gushed out, and terrifying power directly pressed down on Zhang Yang's whole body.

Under this terrifying force, Zhang Yang's body was crushed to the point of creaking, but Zhang Yang gritted his teeth tightly, and there was a ghostly evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the evil smile on the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, the old man in white robe was startled, wondering what kind of tricks Zhang Yang wanted to play.

It's just that when he raised his guard secretly, Zhang Yang murmured softly: "Law of Space!"

As soon as Zhang Yang's words fell, the body of the white-robed old man froze slightly. Although there was a big difference in strength between the two, even if Zhang Yang used the power of laws, it would not be of much use.

But now that the opponent is being approached by Zhang Yang, even if the power of this law can only delay the opponent for a moment, this is enough for Zhang Yang.

Feeling a sudden sluggishness from his body, the white-robed old man's complexion suddenly turned a little pale, and he couldn't help showing a bit of panic in his eyes.

Although he knew that Zhang Yang possessed the power of law, he did not expect that Zhang Yang would use the power of law at this time. If it were before, Zhang Yang's power of law would naturally be of no use to him, but now it is different.

"Crack!" A slight voice sounded, and the white-robed old man's snow-white cheeks became even paler, and bursts of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It's this time!" Seeing that the other party subconsciously wanted to grope under him, a cold light flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, he grabbed the Devouring Spirit in his hand, waved his arms, and moved towards Bai Bai at the fastest speed. The old man in robe cut off.

"Be careful!" The old man in white robe not far away never imagined that Zhang Yang's strength in the late stage of God Realm would be able to hurt his companion now.

It's just that even with his reminder at this time, it's too late.

The devouring spirit in Zhang Yang's hand shone with a cold light, and he directly chopped off the head of the white-robed old man. At this moment, the white-robed old man also reacted, knowing that it would be too late to dodge at this time.

Thinking of this, the old man in white robe endured the severe pain under his body, and directed all the strength in his body to his neck.

In an instant, a golden ray of light shone on the neck of the old man in white robe. Looking at this golden ray of light, there seemed to be some golden scales.

Regarding this, Zhang Yang was only stunned for a moment, and the devouring spirit in his hand still cut down without any pause.

"Pfft!" A slight voice sounded, and the head of the white-robed old man was directly chopped off by Zhang Yang. Suddenly, a stream of Dawson's white blood shot out from the neck of the white-robed old man.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly.

"White blood and golden scales!" Zhang Yang couldn't help being shocked in his heart.

Who is the other party and why is it so strange? Although Zhang Yang was very puzzled at this time, Zhang Yang also knew that he had only beheaded one of them now, and there was another master of the holy realm.

The battle just now cost almost seven levels of Zhang Yang's strength, and now Zhang Yang's inner strength is running out, and Zhang Yang was injured before, and now facing another white-robed old man, it can be said that Zhang Yang has no strength at all. Half the odds.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and with a thought, a drop of water of life appeared in Zhang Yang's palm, and was directly swallowed by Zhang Yang into his lower abdomen.

"Water of life! You really still have water of life!" The remaining old man in white robe stared at Zhang Yang with cold eyes.

Regarding the death of his companion, the old man in white robe was only shocked for a moment before he came back to his senses.

"Does it matter to you whether I have the water of life?" Zhang Yang's eyes were slightly disdainful.

"What is the relationship between you and the elves?" The remaining old man in white robe narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhang Yang, full of cold killing intent.

Looking at the other party's expression, Zhang Yang is not stupid. Obviously, this guy should have nothing to do with the elves, and even has hatred, but Zhang Yang doesn't care about it at all.

Anyway, these two guys came to kill him. Since they wanted to kill him, Zhang Yang would not let him go easily.

"Okay, very good, I want to wait until I extract your soul, then you will be able to say everything." After the old man in white robe finished speaking, he took a deep look at Zhang Yang, and with a twitch of his palm, A net emitting white light fell directly towards Zhang Yang.

Seeing this, Zhang Yang's expression changed slightly. This net didn't seem to have changed much, it seemed to be the same as an ordinary net, but Zhang Yang was in it, but he could faintly feel that in this net, it seemed He has no way to escape, unless he breaks through the net.

"I really want to see how you pulled out my soul!" After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he tapped his feet lightly on the ground, and his whole body flew into the air, grasping and devouring it with both hands. The spirit, cut directly towards this net.

"Chi Chi Chi!" Under Zhang Yang's constant attacks, there were also slight voices coming out of the net.

But after Zhang Yang chopped dozens of knives, only a small gap appeared on the net.

And the white-robed old man at the side, after watching this scene, finally lost his previous indifference, and couldn't help showing a bit of horror in his face.

"The power of the demons! You are actually a member of the demons!" The old man in white robe fixed his eyes on Zhang Yang and roared; but those eyes were full of horror.

"Chila!" When the white-robed old man was talking nonsense, Zhang Yang finally cut through the net with a knife, and then broke through the net, standing in mid-air, looking at the white-robed old man.

"This matter seems to have nothing to do with you, because you will definitely die today!" Zhang Yang said coldly.

"Okay, I didn't expect you to be a member of the demon clan, but you said, if I release this news, what will your next life be like?" Suddenly, the corner of the white-robed old man's mouth He couldn't help but put on a smile, looked at Zhang Yang and said softly.

"It's just a pity that you don't have this opportunity, and I'm not a member of the Demon Race! I hope you can understand this!" Zhang Yang didn't know what grievances these guys had with the Demon Race, or what relationship they had, but Zhang Yang knew that since they came to kill him, he should kill these two now.

Based on strength alone, Zhang Yang cannot be the opponent of either of them. Even just now, Zhang Yang just used his little cleverness to kill that guy by luck, but now...

(End of this chapter)