The maze was really good, no one could see it. Amid the sound of praise, under the blue mist, Matsuda's face turned blue...

"How is it possible? Every giant tree is about a meter in radius, and nearly a hundred trees fall together, almost covering all that space. How did he avoid it?"

No matter how he wanted to break the sky, he would never expect that there would be a treasure like Tianyan on Xiang Yang.

Nearly a hundred giant trees were hammered down at the same time, and it seemed to be huge. In fact, each plant had extremely small differences in its time to fall. In addition, it was huge in size, in order to avoid collisions with each other, there were still some gaps in the landing point.

Under Tian Yan's judgment, these differences and gaps in time and position were infinitely magnified, and Xiang Yang stepped into the gap every step.

At this time, the two were only more than 200 feet apart, and there was not much time for Ren Songda to sigh. He roared angrily, and most of the remaining 200 giant trees hit. This time he used all his strength. The hammering speed of the giant trees was 50% faster than before, and the air was brought with it a sharp tearing sound.

The entire hundred feet of space was filled with the giant trees, and the small figure was submerged in an instant.

"That boy is really weird, but it's finally over..."

Matsuda took a deep breath. The Xiao Xiao Luomu Qianhakkang could control the summoned Tianmu to conduct a cover attack without the divine consciousness. It was the magic skill of Kōsangmen. Generally, the peak of the Nine-turn should temporarily avoid the edge.

But at the same time, he was already his limit to manipulating so many giant trees to attack, and his spiritual sense was consumed greatly. Therefore, the next moment, he thought he was dazzled... Amid a huge bush, a black shirt came out leisurely, still looking calm and gentle. He even waved to him...

"I'm damn..." Matsuda looked at the figure in horror and rushed towards him, and was stunned for a moment.

The monks watching the battle were also silent. At this time, they would not think that Matsuda had deliberately let the water go. The second wave of attacks was obviously intended to kill people, but why was this young monk in the Killing Physical Stage standing still unscathed?

In the blue mist, Matsuda roared at the top of his lungs: "Kongsangzhi!"

One by one, vines poked out from the green mist and rushed towards Xiang Yang, who was approaching quickly. The last dozens of giant trees also fell down at the same time. Then, a slight sword light swept up.

Matsuda really used all his trump cards at this time. This kid was too weird. He lost confidence in the mystery he set up. If he was approached by him, with his strange power, his fate would not be much better than that of the Nascent Soul disciple.

However, nothing is helpful.

All the attacks were like air to Xiang Yang, twisting and turning easily, and the sword light swept past, then took a few quick steps forward, and the giant tree behind them either fell into nothing or directly collided with the vine...

He was like a light butterfly, left and right, front and back, and in an instant he walked into the blue mist.

After a moment, the blue mist turbulently, a tragic sound of his voice sounded, and a figure rose into the air, followed by a black shadow.

‘Bang bang bang’ After a fist and kick, the current figure was lifted back into the air, with his feet facing upwards and head down, his face covered in blood, and a drop of nosebleed dripping from the air...

The whole audience was silent, and everyone looked at the small figure in disbelief.

A cultivator in the Dan-Cultivation Stage beat a nine-turn late stage like this? And he never even used a magic weapon from beginning to end...

Is this world crazy, or is there a legendary evil demon from the sky attacking, causing everyone to hallucinate?

There is no madness in the world, and no evil demons from outside the sky come. A clear voice came, awakening everyone.

"Thank you for your support! Xiang Yang, Fuyu Sect, welcome to our sect's residence if you have time..."

Xiang Yang held Matsuda and waved around with one hand, with a bright smile. He ignored the surprised look and directly swept down.

At the Fuyu Sect's garrison, everyone looked up. The two of them had been there for a long time. In fact, the real fight was only a cup of tea. When Xiang Yang landed, most of them had not yet come back to their senses.

A moment later, a cheer sounded, and the monks of the Fuyu Sect all looked happy. The eyes of Xiang Yang were as if they had seen a god.

With Xiang Zhuang, who else can bully us?

The rest of the people all looked pale, and Qi Guang's body was trembling slightly.

Matsuda is in the late stage of the Nine Turns, and is even a little higher than him. Xiang Yang is so relaxed to deal with him. What about himself? Even if the martial arts and inheritance of Wanjian Pavilion are several levels higher than that of Kongsangmen, what can he do?

He looked around with a bitter expression. His essence and blood vessel was still lying quietly on the ground. He could come back as soon as his spiritual sense summoned, but could he take it?

There were nearly a thousand people who proved the bet between him and Xiang Yang. Could it be that he could kill all these people? There were so many monks from various sects watching...

He bowed to Xiang Yang with a gray face: "I am willing to accept the loss, but my essence and blood weapon is my lifelong hard work. I hope the Xiang Master will help me keep it well and redeem it immediately after I borrow the Yuanqi Stone."

"Most of these disciples of major sects are very single... They are indeed much stronger than sects like Fuyu Sect. With them, it's no wonder that Wannian barbarians cannot cross the Qitian Mountains."

He was happy, and Xiang Yang stopped paying much attention to himself. He smiled and nodded, directly called the flying sword, and handed it back: "No need, it's not too late to repay me when you have enough money... I'm using this flying sword."

The flying sword turned the hilt and handed it to him. Qi Guang was stunned and couldn't help but reach out to take it, with a lot of scent in his heart.

Speaking of which, this kid first insulted his master, and then got a bet and scraped away his hundreds of years of savings. Logically speaking, he should hate him to the core, but now looking at his smile, his essence and blood vessels returned to his side, and his anger suddenly dissipated a lot. He didn't know for a moment whether he should hate him or thank him...

Xiang Yang ignored him and directly rubbed the Sumeru Ring on Matsuda's hand, a black light flashed in his hand, and then threw him towards the direction of the Kongsangmen monks, and asked with a smile: "What? Are you still going to stay for a meal?"

This old ghost actually had a murderous intention to kill himself, so he naturally would not let him be happy. At this time, it seemed that it was just a bit of flesh and blood, but he had already done something secretly, so he would not think about the peak of the Nine Turns in this life.
Chapter completed!