I stack buffs in a weird world!

Zou Cuo's heart sank slightly, as he knew the power of the spell flying sword the best.

Usually, some fourth-level side gods had never fought him so closely.

It seemed that Zhang Yang was really capable.

"Hmm?"

The scene changed slightly between his thoughts, and the two chain blades were covered with flames.

These flames have strong adhesion!

It was just a moment of collision, and the flames were attached to the spell flying sword.

Then the bone-like flying swords actually had a tendency to be burned, and they fell to the ground one by one without control.

"What?"

Zou Cuo looked at his spell flying sword in shock, falling to the ground uncontrollably.

The two terrifying chain blades kept flying around Zhang Yang, and the metallic sound formed by the friction of the chains made people feel palpitations.

"Hua La La..." The entangled chain blades slowly dispersed, revealing the tall figure of Zhang Yang.

"Your Highness, the Fourth Prince, do you have any other tricks? Just use them."

Zhang Yang's facial muscles moved slightly, and he showed eight teeth with a fake smile.

Zou Cuo's eyes flashed with anger. He didn't expect Zhang Yang to make his flying sword out of control.

"Hehe... The secrets of the Great Qian Dynasty are like the sea, how can you, a side door, understand them.

Don't worry, I will let you taste them one by one!"

Zou Cuo said viciously.

"Tsk tsk... Last time you made the first move, is it my turn this time?"

Zhang Yang licked his chapped lips. Passive beating is not his style.

At some point, a pair of blue wide wings appeared on his back, constantly emitting black magic.

The magic lingered on his cheeks, and he looked like a demon from hell.

"Shua~"

In just one second, Zhang Yang appeared in front of Zou Cuo.

The Taotie chain blade flexibly swept towards Zou Cuo.

Zou Cuo only had time to raise his arm to block in front of him, "Ding Dang~" the chain blade was blocked by his arm guard.

Zou Cuo smiled slightly. As the fourth prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, how could he not have any protection.

But Zhang Yang had obviously expected it. He raised his right knee and hit Zou Cuo's head with a huge impact force.

"Duang~"

Cruel, cruel!

Although there was protection, Zou Cuo's head was still dizzy as if it was hit by a sledgehammer.

"Asshole~"

Zou Cuo roared.

Zhang Yang's mind moved slightly, and the chain blade wrapped around Zou Cuo's arm like a poisonous snake.

When Zou Cuo reacted, it was too late.

"Boom~"

The chain blade brought Zou Cuo and smashed him hard on the stone platform. The hard stone instantly broke, and the broken stones were scattered everywhere.

"Swoosh~"

Zhang Yang flew into the air and took a deep breath, "I still like this kind of punch-to-flesh feeling!"

Then he smashed towards Zou Cuo fiercely!

"Boom~" The huge force made Zou Cuo's body sink a few meters again.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the rumbling sound in the stone pit continued.

"Gululu~" Dang Xiaojie couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

"Fuck, Brother Zhang is such a tough guy. I like making friends with tough guys the most in my life..."

The disciples of the Dynasty also looked at each other, and surprise was seen in their eyes.

The atmosphere on the side of the Dynasty disciples was a little wrong.

Ma Chao was excited, and his fat fists clenched, wishing he could turn into Zhang Yang and beat Zou Cuo together.

Ji Bochang's face was livid. He had been looking at Zhang Yang from the beginning and had even instigated Zou Cuo to deliberately cause trouble.

Now that he saw Zhang Yang had such strength, he was a little afraid.

"Hey, Ji Baichang. Zou Cuo, the one you were optimistic about, is going to lose."

Ma Chao said sarcastically beside him.

"Get lost, my name is Ji Bochang."

Zou Cuo in the stone pit tried his best to resist. He never thought that Zhang Yang would choose to fight hand to hand.

In his mind, fighting hand to hand was something that ordinary people would do.

Who would use such a crude method as fighting hand to hand if they knew magic and practiced?

But now he was really suppressed by the crude method and couldn't even complete the most basic seal.

If he didn't have this set of robes on his body, he would have been crippled.

Zhang Yang's fists kept punching out, and the protective shield like a turtle shell burst into cracks.

"Zhang Yang, I admit that I spoke a little loudly just now. Let me get up, we have something to talk about."

Zou Cuo's face changed slightly when he saw the cracks. He knew that the protection would not last long.

Zhang Yang did not speak, "Bang Bang Bang..." punching the protective shield one by one.

Zou Cuo became more and more scared. He was sure that Zhang Yang really wanted to kill him.

The cracks were getting bigger and bigger...

He suddenly saw a red rope tied on Zhang Yang's left wrist. He was slightly stunned, and then an idea burst out in his mind.

"Zhang Yang, look at the red rope on your wrist. Do you have a fiancée?"

Da Qianchao had aTradition, that is, the fiancée will give the fiancée who is traveling far away a red string to express "concern".

"Then... you can't kill me, I am the fourth prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, if I die, the Great Qian Dynasty will not let your fiancée go."

Zhang Yang stopped punching when he heard the voice.

Zou Cuo thought Zhang Yang had concerns when he saw this, and said with a little pride: "Zhang Yang, as long as you give me the five internal organs and six internal organs pill.

I guarantee that your fiancée's family will be rich and prosperous, and enjoy endless wealth.

If not..."

Zhang Yang looked at Zou Cuo with a creepy smile, "If not, what about it?"

The Taotie chain blade slowly wrapped around his right fist, forming a brass knuckle with spikes.

Zou Cuo looked at the cold light flashing on the spikes in panic.

Little did he know that his threatening words just now aroused Zhang Yang's murderous nature even more.

Originally, Zhang Yang didn't use much strength. The fight with Zou Cuo seemed fierce, but it was also to conceal his true strength.

Unexpectedly, Zou Cuo was looking for death and threatened him with Kui Zhen.

"Since you are looking for death, you can't blame me."

Zhang Yang raised his right fist and hit Zou Cuo fiercely.

"Crack~" The turtle shell that had been holding on for a long time broke instantly.

The force of the fist did not decrease, and the sharp brass knuckles directly pierced Zou Cuo's head.

Zou Cuo's head exploded like a watermelon in an instant, and blood mixed with yellow and white foreign objects sprayed in the stone pit.

Even Zhang Yang's face and body were stained with a lot.

Zhang Yang took the space bag from Zou Cuo's body and slowly stood up.

Because of the smoke and dust, people outside the stone pit could not see the situation inside clearly.

They only saw Zhang Yang's tall figure slowly emerging from the smoke and dust, with blood on his face and body, as if he was injured.

"He...actually won?"

"Zou Cuo...actually lost? It must be fake!"

"This...this..."

Everyone felt a little unbelievable.

But it's not their fault. After all, Zou Cuo is the fourth prince of a wealthy family, and he must have many trump cards.

Zou Cuo also thought so, but he didn't expect Zhang Yang to play by the rules and fight him hand-to-hand, which made him unable to show any trump cards.

He was beaten to pieces by Zhang Yang's fist!

"Zhang...Brother Zhang, are you okay?"

Dang Xiaojie asked cautiously.

Zhang Yang pretended to be in pain, staggered and almost fell, "Brother Dang, I...am injured!"

He did this because he wanted to fish.

The bait was himself!

As for the fish, they were the inner disciples who had intentions towards him!

Zou Cuo was right in one thing, that is, his death would indeed be a bit troublesome for Kui Zhen.

In this case, kill everyone who knew about it!

How could an outsider predict the dangers of visiting a mountain?

A hint of coldness flashed across Zhang Yang's eyes...