When Xie Ling'er and Mo Ting and Zhou Xiaoxue arrived, it was the time when Zhang Xin was fighting with the sickle king.

The three of them saw that the white light covered more than forty feet, and the sword and sickle crisscrossed in the air. Just the rest of the body drew deep gullies on the ground.

There were no living spirit beasts nearby, but there were more than twenty beast corpses lying on the ground. I don’t know if it was because of the two blade shadows that caused death or for some other reason, but in short, my body was broken and cut into countless pieces of flesh and blood, and blood was flying.

Even the thunder rhinoceros corpse that had begun to rot in the distance was affected by the energy they fought, and half of its body was damaged.

The only one that is still intact nearby is the little thunder rhinoceros.

This little guy was actually covered in scars, and the wounds on his back were deep and bones could be seen, especially the joints of the two hind feet, which were also bloody and bloody. It was the two wounds on the foot that made it impossible to move at all, so he had to crawl on the ground and try his best to breathe.

However, the little Thunder Rhino's stone skin technique and bronze armor technique are still extremely powerful. There is also a golden spirit powerhouse summoned by Zhang Xin to protect and block it with all his strength. Therefore, although it is huge and is at the core of this blade storm, it can still survive safely.

"It's that sickle weasel!"

When Mo Ting recognized the gray-brown figure on one side of the two blade lights, her pupils suddenly shrank and her eyes showed a look of vigilance.

Xie Ling'er and Zhou Xiaoxue's little girl behind her were also raised their vigilance at this moment.

The sickle-weed king beast in front of them may not be the most powerful among all the third-level king beasts in Qianye Gorge, but it must be the most difficult to deal with. Just in terms of speed, this weed king will definitely be able to enter the top five.

However, after the three of them looked at each other for a while, they let go of their worries about Zhang Xin.

"It should be fine. Judging from Brother Xin's appearance, he is obviously calm."

Xie Ling'er's eyes shone brightly: "This is the first time I've seen people use sword control techniques to fight against enemies. Brother Xin's sword techniques are really amazing."

When Mo Ting heard this, she shook her head disapprovingly. She thought to herself that this is not so great? She is just chopping around, okay? There is no rules at all!

She could vaguely see that Zhang Xin's sword was as varied and sensible as before, but the problem was that Senior Brother Zhang could not control this spiritual weapon at all, and his moves were completely out of shape. Sometimes they were still crooked and slanted, which made people unbearable to witness.

The reason why this confrontation was able to maintain a draw was because Senior Brother Zhang's battle situation was obviously half higher than the other side.

Fortunately, the pair of hooks and sickles of the sickle-weed beast king were also slashing indiscriminately, but based on its combat instinct, it was better than Zhang Xin.

Then there is the restraint of spiritual art and magic weapon, and the power of both sides is similar. However, the types of spiritual arts that Zhang Xin promoted to have mastered by this are too powerful than the Scythe Weasel Beast King.

But although Mo Ting saw through the true level of this man and a beast, she was also shocked.

She never expected that when Zhang Xin was decisive, he could still maintain a state of being at the third battle.

Before, when Zhang Xin used all kinds of spiritual techniques, the battle realm had not fallen, but now he can still maintain his battle realm without falling through the sword control technique that is obviously not systematically practiced! This is really surprising and makes her admire her.

This shows that Senior Brother Zhang's attainment in the battle realm is extremely stable, so he can take into account other things, not only physical skills.

After that, there is the strength of the dominant sword!

The Scythe Weasels and other types are all born with the Wind and Gold spiritual techniques, while the Scythe Weasels and Beast King has reached the pinnacle on this basis.

At this time, it was obvious that the pair of hook sickles of the king beast had at least ten levels of sharpness and tempering techniques, and the sickle itself was so sharp that it was extremely strong, with at least twelve levels of golden spirit attributes. Ordinary spirit weapons were probably broken when touched. Even the third-level spiritual weapon in Xie Ling'er's hand, it was afraid that it would be difficult to control its sharpness.

But when the Dominant Sword fought with him hundreds of attacks, it was still completely unscathed!

This made Mo Ting's eyes look puzzled. She thought to herself that in addition to the Feng Spirit Body, Brother Zhang also has a golden spirit body? Or is it that his spiritual attributes of Brother Zhang have a new change?

Xie Ling'er's thoughts were much simpler than Mo Ting. She didn't think too much, but her admiration for Zhang Xin in her heart has been further improved.

She didn't know that Zhang Xin cut off randomly with his superhuman reaction ability. But Xie Ling'er knew even more that at this time, Rushi was facing the Scythe Weasel King beast, he was afraid that within three rounds, he would have to die in the hands of the Scythe Weasel King.

The confrontation between man and beast has surpassed their current level and there is no room for them to intervene.

In just a moment, more than a hundred slashes over there, and the two lights and shadows were still invincible and stalemate in the air. Zhang Xin stepped on the strong wind and kept moving and dodging on the ground to avoid the thorny and vines all over the ground. And a lightning condensed in his red thunder gloves was always attracted but not emitted.

Mo Ting raised her eyebrows slightly, and saw that Zhang Xin was like this because the speed of the third-level sickle king was too fast. Even with Zhang Xin's level 4 battle realm, it was difficult to hit him. This lightning strike technique can only be used as a deterrent, making the latter have some concerns.

In fact, if the golden spirit powerhouse is added, it would be easy for Zhang Xin to defeat this third-level sickle king. But in this way, the little demon rhino may be at risk of his life.

Then Mo Ting looked at Zhang Xin's footsteps again, thinking about something.

She felt that Zhang Xin's body movements could obviously be smoother and faster, but at some times, there was always inexplicable stiffness, giving people a feeling of having an opportunity to take advantage of.

She didn't understand why, but then she thought that this was probably because Zhang Xin deliberately seduced the Scythe-Weasel King to use spiritual skills.

"Is Brother Xin fighting with it for consumption?"

Xie Ling'er also saw it, her expression suddenly became more relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Brother Xin is so cunning. I look at the Scythe-Weasel King, and it seems that there is not much spiritual energy left."

A king beast like the Scytheotus King often has a great victory over ordinary spirit beasts and spirit masters. However, if it continues to use spiritual skills like this, it probably won't last long.

"The winner can be decided within two minutes at most!"

Mo Ting nodded in agreement, but as soon as she finished speaking, she looked slightly stunned and looked beside her. Zhou Xiaoxue next to her was holding seals in both hands, and her body was full of spiritual energy.

And more than a hundred feet away, the injuries on the little demon rhino were recovering quickly.

Seeing this scene, Mo Ting was not happy and surprised: "Snow-Ar, don't want it!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, the sickle-weaver king roared angrily and rushed straight into the sky. The black figure looked like light and lightning, bringing a afterimage in the void, and a pair of hook and sickles slashed at Zhou Xiaoxue ruthlessly.

Mo Ting had a premonition that her level 10 ice puppet immediately blocked Zhou Xiaoxue and then punched her fist to intercept it. But the gray-brown figure only crossed the white light in front of her and removed one of the arms of the ice puppet. Xie Ling'er also reacted very quickly. The light sword in her instantly flew up to resist the rapid white light, but was knocked away by the huge force at the moment of contact.

Zhou Xiaoxue was completely unable to react, her hands and feet were cold and her face was pale.
Chapter completed!