The simple hardness and softness are not enough to reflect its performance at this time. Its control of strength has reached the realm of transformation, and its grasp of the timing can be just right.

It is a perfect kill with one move, and it is deeply understood the essence of swordsmanship.

Obviously, he has reached the best level of martial arts.

Although it is a bit strange that a monster practices so well, it is not uncommon.

Originally, Zhang Baoren didn't know so much, but since he made some achievements in "subduing dragons and subduing tigers", he has become a well-deserved master of martial arts in terms of fighting skills.

He naturally saw the martial arts tricks of "Wang Shanjun".

Feeling the scars on my arm at the beginning, thinking about the change of strength... and then compare the knife in front of me.

He saw through the killer move "Wang Shanjun" that he had practiced hard for no reason for how long he could have practiced hard at first sight, and understood...

Yin, soft, weird, evil, kill, break, and death. There are seven kinds of force changes in one knife, and each force helps and supplements each other.

Finally, this is a sword that is both evil and cruel and domineering.

Only a demon body that is far beyond the human body can practice this sword?

"What a good knife..."

Zhang Baoren suddenly smiled, and 'Shining Ghost' came out from behind, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand and sent it forward, the sword was touched on the dark and dull crescent scimitar that was slashed in front of him.

Then his wrist shaking, the long sword of blood-patterned thrust, swing, swing, collapse, tremble, turn, and quietly broke the sword of "Wang Shanjun".

The last point even found a gap in the impossible with the horns of antelope hanging on it, and pointed to the wrist of "Wang Shanjun".

It had to turn around...

Bang... my feet fell on the stone slab and fell into a deep point.

The dark crescent-shaped sword was closed where it was gone. "Wang Shanjun" looked at Zhang Baoren with his hands on his back.

Its face looked very ugly at this moment.

Although he was not injured, both of them knew that he had lost the move just now and lost a lot.

As a monster whose body is a tiger, its physical fitness is beyond ordinary people's knowledge.

Even those warriors who have been cut off their hair and marrow and exercised their bodies to the extreme will not be as strong as it in terms of physical strength.

This is an essential difference, which cannot be compensated or surpassed.

In essence, martial arts is nothing more than power and skills, and compared to skills, the power accounts for a higher proportion of victory or defeat.

Therefore, although the martial arts of "Wang Shanjun" cannot enter the real martial arts gate due to racial restrictions, it is more than a little better than ordinary warriors.

But now, a weak man who seemed to be "weak" easily dissolved his domineering power with his transcendent martial arts realm.

The so-called "four two" means a huge tremendous effort...

Either you have a thousand pounds of power in yourself, or the gap in your realm can make up for a thousand pounds of power.

If it is the latter, for a martial arts person, he is undoubtedly sucking his face.

"Wang Shanjun" looked extremely ugly and his tone was also sarcastic, "Don't you Taoist priests look down on the warrior who only has brute force the most?

Why, you little Taoist priest, didn’t practice magical practice, and actually learned such a whole body of kung fu…”

Zhang Baoren smiled easily and said, "There is nothing that you can look down on? Martial arts also have its own wonders.

As long as it is useful, the Taoist priest will never give up on his food because of choking.

Besides, haven’t you, the supreme demon general, practiced martial arts…”

"Wang Shanjun" snorted coldly, glanced at the "Shooting Ghosts" with a sharp edge in Zhang Baoren's hand, and swept over his body, which was much stronger than ordinary people.

Said: "Are you a sword immortal... or a change school..."

"Well... I'm actually from the Demon School..."

Zhang Baoren said with a strange expression, and then looked at the rockery room where he had just come out with a look of anger and embarrassed look.

The blood coffin on the stone slab had stopped ringing at this time, but its appearance became a little loose and broken.

A slightly illusory body, more gorgeous clothes, and more serious expression, Zhang Baoren floated out of it.

Then he said seriously to the 'Wang Shanjun' in front of him: "You should also understand that after I came here, you have already lost."

"Wang Shanjun" suddenly laughed at the face when he heard this, "You little guy, you should know the importance of it when you let you go last time.

It would be fine if I came here to die this time, but I dared to speak so arrogantly."

"Who gave you the courage?"

"Is it your pitiful martial arts?"

"Hey...lose?"

"Do you really think killing those evil spirits is an obstacle to me?"

Wang Shanjun smiled on his face.

"Those accusers are just the introduction to me to set up the 'Five-Party Immortal Formation', and just to integrate my power and my will into this city..."

"After that, those ghosts are just wastes that disrupt your sight..."

"How can the real 'Five-Stand Anti-Immortal Formation' be built with a few accomplices?"

"in addition…"

Wang Shanjun's smile suddenly became weird, "I know you want to delay time..."

"But, why do I tell you so much?"
Chapter completed!