Chapter 675: Beheading

"You got Fooled!"

However, at this moment, Meng Xing'er's "unwilling" eyes suddenly revealed a hint of cunning.

"Uh-huh!"

An ancient talisman appeared in her hand and was attached directly to her body.

boom!

In an instant, an extremely powerful aura made Meng Xing'er jump up and directly hit Zhang Yun with a palm.

"Xuanbing Palm!"

Click!

The endless ice-cold energy caused Zhang Yun's expression to change drastically, and he retreated crazily. However, he was finally hit by a blast of ice-cold energy, and he couldn't help but groan.

Zhang Yun's expression was gloomy, but the next moment he wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth and said: "You actually have a magic talisman on your body that can instantly restore spiritual power? It seems that I have to take it seriously."

"boom!"

Almost at this moment, three powerful auras suddenly rose up in Zhang Yun's body.

When each breath rises, his combat power will be doubled.

"The triple increase in combat power is enough to completely kill you!"

Zhang Yun laughed ferociously and shouted: "Black Evil Palm!"

boom!

He clapped out a big black hand, which was three times larger than the previous black hand. It was like a huge dark cloud covering it, suddenly suppressing it.

"The power of the talisman!"

"Xuanbing Palm!"

Meng Xing'er's expression changed, but a trace of determination flashed through her beautiful eyes, and she released all the power in the talisman on her body.

boom!

The big black hand and the black ice palm collided with each other, the void trembled, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was twisting and exploding at this moment. The two terrifying forces were fighting crazily.

"blocked?"

Meng Xinger looked happy.

"Gun destroys everything!"

But at this moment, a cold drink filled with murderous intent suddenly sounded.

"Wow!"

A bright spear light tore through everything and instantly struck in front of Meng Xing'er.

"Gun intention?"

The terrifying gun light caused Meng Xing'er's pretty face to change drastically.

She never expected that a casual martial artist in this small barren mountain county could be so terrifying.

Whether it was the secret technique that instantly tripled the combat power or the terrifying spear intent that could kill anything at this moment, Meng Xing'er felt a sense of despair.

This time, she was really careless.

"Am I going to die?"

Meng Xing'er felt that the cold spear light was about to pierce through her entire body, and her heart suddenly turned gray. She smiled bitterly and closed her eyes.

"Qiang!"

But at the next moment, a sword light suddenly struck from not far away, directly destroying Zhang Yun's spear light.

Uh-huh!

The next moment, Meng Xing'er only felt that her entire body was being held in the arms of a strong arm, and then she quickly retreated.

She opened her eyes and immediately saw a handsome young face.

"Amazing."

But Meng Xing'er's first thought was that this young man was very powerful.

Even in his heyday, it was difficult to guarantee that he could withstand the terrifying gun light that was integrated into the gun intention just now.

But this young man split it open with a sword.

He definitely understood the meaning of the sword!

"Boy, who are you?"

The gun intent was broken, Zhang Yun immediately looked at the young man in white who took action, and shouted angrily.

He had been fighting for so long before, and was about to kill Meng Xing'er at the last moment, but he didn't expect to kill such a kid halfway, which naturally made Zhang Yun extremely depressed.

However, the young man in white seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Yun. He looked at the girl in green beside him and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"No...it's okay."

Meng Xing'er couldn't help but blush slightly when she saw the clear eyes of the young man in white.

"Boy, I'm asking you a question, who are you?"

Not far away, Zhang Yun was filled with murderous aura and looked ugly.

This kid actually dares to ignore himself?

"The one who takes your head." .??.

Jiang Xuan spoke indifferently and finally looked at Zhang Yun.

The young man in white is naturally Jiang Xuan who came from one of the four major families.

When Jiang Xuan came here just now, he happened to encounter Zhang Yun and Meng Xinger fighting here.

That Meng Xing'er was a disciple of Wuhuangdian and had a good relationship with Qingyang Sword Sect, so he naturally wanted to rescue her.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth."

Zhang Yun sneered and said: "Boy, if you want a hero to save a beauty, you must also consider your own strength. I have to say that you are even stupider than this little girl. Your aura is only at the seventh level of the Yuan Dan realm. You are still thinking about killing me, it seems you really don’t know how to live or die.”

If Jiang Xuan was a ninth-level warrior in the Yuan Dan realm and understood the meaning of the sword, Zhang Yun would definitely run away without saying a word.

But at this time, he sensed that Jiang Xuan's aura was only at the seventh level of the Yuan Dan realm, so Zhang Yun was naturally not afraid.

Even if the boy in white realizes the sword intention, so what? His cultivation is far beyond his, and he also understands the spear intention, can he still be afraid of him?

"You take good care of this girl. Leave this cloud to me."

Jiang Xuan said to the four masters who were following behind.

Immediately, he turned around and held his sword, with a calm expression, staring at Zhang Yun, and said: "Take action, you only have one chance."

"Arrogant!"

Zhang Yun's expression suddenly became furious, and he shouted loudly: "Three times the combat power! Destroy everything with the gun!"

"Die to me, boy!"

Accompanied by Zhang Yun's loud shout, a bright spear light tore through the sky in an instant. As fast as lightning, it struck down from a high altitude, fierce and domineering.

Zhang Yun, the domineering gunman.

His gun, gun intention and

The spear light is extremely domineering.

"Forty-nine sword burials!"

However, at the moment when Jiang Xuan's whole body was enveloped by the domineering spear light, an indifferent cold shout suddenly sounded.

"The First Sword Burial!"

Wow!

The first sword directly tore through the sky, condensing murderous intent, and instantly broke all of Zhang Yun's spear light.

"What?"

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yun's expression suddenly changed.

Not far away, the pupils of Meng Xinger and the four masters also shrank.

"Second Sword Burial!"