The old Taoist priest of yellow-faced faces was obviously much more superb than the other people. After he cast this spell, the other people's spells had not been completed.

"Senior Brother Tang, let me come first!" Zhao Rui showed an excited expression on his face.

Zhang Heng nodded and thought to himself that he was another militant, but he also wanted to see Zhao Rui's strength.

In addition, Zhang Heng also had the idea of ​​practicing practical combat, otherwise he would not have been talking about these casual cultivators, and would have killed these people long ago.

When he heard Zhao Rui calling Zhang Heng "Senior Brother Tang", the yellow-faced Taoist priest's face changed suddenly, but then a vicious light flashed in his eyes. He already understood that he had been fooled by these two people.

Since these two people are called brothers, they are likely to be disciples of the same sect. Even if they are not from the same sect, they may be disciples of a cultivator above the Foundation Establishment Stage. If these two people cannot be completely killed here, there will be endless troubles.

Therefore, the yellow-faced Taoist priest decided to kill the two of them even if they paid a heavy price.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest only guessed that he didn't know that these two were just monks living together in the same mountain. Because of the same generation, they were called brothers and brothers.

Zhang Heng looked at the monks around him casting spells with a cold face, but he secretly despised him.

Not to mention whether these monks have profound skills, just saying that their spell casting time is uneven, it is easy for people to break it one by one.

Although they are eight monks, due to their different casting speeds, their spells can only be reached one by one and cannot achieve true cooperation.

If the spells of these eight people can arrive at the same time, then Zhang Heng and the others may have to escape.

The most powerful one is the old Taoist priest in yellow face. His spell was the first to complete. The whirlwind of the size of a house emitted waves of howling, making the surrounding airflow extremely unstable, and it was extremely difficult to fly.

Seeing that this huge whirlwind was about to reach, the spell prepared by Zhao Rui was also ready.

With a "swish", a storm of flames appeared above Zhao Rui's palm. The storm was still very small at the beginning, but the storm emitted amazing heat.

Zhang Heng's eyes lit up. He felt that this spell was definitely not simple and might be very powerful.

"Senior Brother Tang, just look at the power of my flame storm." Zhao Rui's eyes sterned, and the small flame storm in his hand broke away from his control, floating forward like a faint fire.

The fist-sized flame storm did not seem to attract the attention of the yellow-faced Taoist priest. He manipulated the whirlwind as big as a house and rolled forward with a huge power.

He did not intend to hurt Zhang Heng and the others with this whirlwind, but just wanted to disperse the formations of these two people so that they could not support each other, and then they could kill the two people one by one with the advantage of the number of people.

The insignificant flame storm quickly crashed into the huge whirlwind and was swallowed in a blink of an eye. The yellow-faced Taoist sneered and then prepared the spell below.

Zhang Heng's eyes were still paying attention to that side, but at this time, the spells of the other seven monks also came one by one, but the attack was much weaker and the attack was not concentrated enough.

With a "huh", two snake-shaped flames rushed towards Zhang Heng, and the hot air waves swept towards the two, causing a crackling and crackling sound.

This is not an ordinary burning of flames. If you are hit by these two snake-shaped flames, even a stone tablet will explode in an instant.

Zhang Heng snorted lightly, and the spirit sword in his hand was shot out one after another. A light curtain flashed with a faint silver light appeared in front of him, protecting him firmly.

This light curtain is an ordinary defensive spell, but due to Zhang Heng's special nature of the Void Refining Spiritual Aura, its power is slightly more powerful and its scope has been expanded a lot.

Zhang Heng's attention was mainly on Zhao Rui's side.

At this moment, a violent explosion sounded in the void, and Zhao Rui's inconspicuous flame storm erupted in the huge whirlwind.

Bang!!

The flames soaring into the sky reflected half of the sky red. The fist-sized flame storm broke out in an instant, expanding thousands of times in an instant, and flames carrying the sound of explosion diffuse into the surrounding space.

With a scream of "Ah", a monk was concentrated by the scattered burst flames, and his whole body was blown into blood and flesh.

The other monks were shocked by this tragic situation, and even the spiritual ritual in their hands slowed down a little.

The other monks who were closer to the Flame Storm turned on spiritual shields or various light curtains to resist the aftermath of the explosion.

"Puff" and bursting flames splashed onto the spiritual shield or light curtains of the monks, causing a ripple, and the shield and light curtains kept trembling.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest's expression changed drastically, and even the spell he was preparing stopped.

On the other side, with a "swish", the two fire snakes rushed into the light curtain in front of Zhang Heng, as if they had entered a bottomless abyss, disappeared silently, without any ripples.

It was just a magic attack by two early stage cultivators of Qi Refining, so Zhang Heng didn't take it seriously at all.

Then, this light curtain blocked several spell attacks.

Zhang Heng's attention was mainly focused on Zhao Rui's spell. He instinctively felt that the power of this spell was extraordinary. He did not expect that it had such great power, which could compete with third-level spells.

The third-level spell is already at the peak of low-level spells, and it can definitely kill ordinary Qi Refining Cultivators in seconds. Generally, only cultivators above the Foundation Establishment Cultivation Stage can perform it.

It can be said that if the eight casual cultivators all stood together, just a flame storm could kill them all at once.

Just one after another killed a cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining. It can be imagined that if he was in the middle of this magic, which cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage could withstand it, even Zhang Heng could not escape unscathed.

The flames in the sky were mixed with a violent storm, and the surrounding space flew away. A huge burst sound echoed among the surrounding valleys, and half of the sky was dyed red.

Such power completely shocked these casual cultivators, and they used defensive spells in front of them, and did not dare to take action again.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest gritted his teeth and looked at Canhong in the sky, and rushed away with his spiritual weapon. He flew a few feet away and called out: "Everyone escaped!"

Zhang Heng sneered: "Can you run away?"

The spiritual weapon under his feet burst out with a faint silver light. Zhang Heng passed by a shadow in the sky and chased the yellow-faced Taoist priest.

When he flew to the way, he passed by a wandering cultivator who was beginning to escape.

With a "bang", Zhang Heng punched the other party's spiritual weapon shield, and then broke his throat.

Kill the enemy with one move!

Zhao Rui smiled and chased after the other monks, and shot out dark red fire feather arrows from his hands, chasing the remaining five scattered cultivators.

The yellow-faced Taoist priest escaped first and had already flew for a distance, but Zhang Heng was much faster than the other party's spirit control weapon, and the distance between the two was approaching very quickly.

When the yellow-faced Taoist priest saw that Zhang Heng was about to catch up with him, he showed a look of fear in his eyes. Although he was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining, he knew that he was not Zhang Heng's opponent. You can tell from the opponent's ease with several rounds of magic attacks.

"You can't escape." Zhang Heng's cold voice came from behind him.

Since leaving Fang Yunshan and being peeped, Zhang Heng's mentality has changed a lot. He understands that in order to survive better in this world, he must not be rude.

Seeing that Zhang Heng had already flown not far behind him, the yellow-faced Taoist priest gritted his teeth and spurted out a stream of essence and blood from his mouth, and was about to perform some secret technique.

A look of pity flashed in Zhang Heng's eyes, and he looked at him with contempt. He spitted light in the air, and a thin line-like silver light passed through the void, like silver threads, and flew towards the yellow-faced Taoist priest.

With a "puff", the silver light easily penetrated the spiritual shield on his body, as if it was pierced through a piece of thin paper.

A small blood hole appeared on his chest, and an unbelievable look appeared on the yellow-faced Taoist priest's face, and a little unwilling to accept it.

When encountering an existence who is the same level as the king of the Void Refining Spiritual Qi, it can only be said that there is a problem with his character.

Then, his body fell to the ground.

Zhang Heng also landed on the ground, picked up his storage bag and spiritual weapon, counted the things inside, and found that there was nothing valuable except dozens of crystal stones.

After putting the crystal stones and spiritual weapons in his storage bag, Zhang Heng fired a fire bullet technique and burned the body.

After doing this, Zhang Heng flew towards the direction he had just driven the spiritual weapon.

After a while, Zhang Heng saw Zhao Rui standing in the air with a little excitement on his face.

"What about the remaining five casual cultivators?" Zhang Heng asked.

"I didn't plan to kill them, but after they hit my firefly arrow, they all fell to death." Zhao Rui's tone was filled with a faint guilt.

Zhang Heng nodded and fell from a height of hundreds of meters. Even ordinary cultivators would lose their bodies.

"What about their storage bags?" Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask, his meaning was to ask Zhao Rui if he had harvested those spoils.

"Of course I fell down with them." Zhao Rui said naturally, without feeling that he had done anything wrong.

A few black lines suddenly appeared on Zhang Heng's face, and he gritted his teeth and flew downwards, controlling the spiritual weapon.

"Hey! Senior Brother Tang, what are you doing?" Zhao Rui shouted to Zhang Heng, feeling very puzzled by Zhang Heng's behavior.
Chapter completed!