Zhang Rongfang is now 2.3 meters tall. His whole body has become more symmetrical, no longer as strong and exaggerated as before, and his muscles have become smaller, more dense and dense.

But anyone can see at a glance that this kind of body shape is more suitable for bursting out with powerful speed and power.

"Do you need help?" He looked at the red-haired man in the field who was getting more used to the siege.

"The body of a young master is still..." Before Zhang Zhenhai could finish his words, his figure had disappeared before his eyes.

She quickly turned her head and looked towards the field.

Bang!!!

In an instant, a figure fell into the formation like a cannonball.

The red-haired man was blocking the scimitar behind him when he suddenly realized something was wrong and raised his head to look forward.

A huge gray-white eagle claw descended from the sky, making a sharp whistling sound that stung his eardrums, and clawed at the top of his head.

The eagle's claws were obviously not big, but as he got closer, it felt like it was blocking the sky and the sun, making him unable to dodge at all.

As a last resort, the red-haired man roared wildly, clasped his hands forward, exploded with all his strength, and grabbed the eagle's claws fiercely.

boom!!

The two collided suddenly, and the ground shook slightly.

The big red-haired man's legs sank, the soil dug deep into his ankles, and his whole body was forcefully driven into the soil.

He growled lowly and wanted to use his strength.

There was a series of crisp sounds, like a branch breaking.

His arms, shoulders, torso, and legs.

From top to bottom, it instantly folded into a pile of mud.

Zhang Rongfang took back the eagle claws.

"You all stand down."

The people around who rebelled against the teachings showed reverence in their eyes and quickly backed away.

Wait until no one is around.

Zhang Rongfang stared at the person in front of him. He was about the same strength as the inner magic spirit luo half a year ago, but his martial arts should be slightly stronger and more difficult.

But at this moment, facing his sudden attack, the ending ended faster than it did back then.

In terms of pure strength, combined with limit-breaking skills, he is already enough to crush the inner magic spiritual network.

This is the six-layer iron cloth shirt that brings increased enhancement.

Compared with half a year ago, his whole body strength is now integrated, the hardness of his skin and muscles has improved a lot, and the hard work has increased his strength.

Taken together, this has led to a considerable increase in his current strength.

In fact, the increase in strength is not much. The key is the overall enhancement brought by hard work, which allows the body to explode without worrying too much about tears and strains.

You can strike more freely and freely. In this way, you can naturally burst out with more power.

After a while, the red-haired man's body healed and he broke free from the soil again and stood up.

As soon as he stood up, he suddenly rushed forward with all his strength, and moved out of the mountain with one move.

His arms were like tigers, grabbing Zhang Rongfang hard.

"die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his arms were about to tear apart.

Bang.

A big hand hit him firmly on the forehead.

His head suddenly collapsed and shattered, and traces of blood flowed from his nostrils and mouth.

"Have you tried tying him up?" Zhang Rongfang asked aloud.

"Young master, you can try." Zhang Zhenhai raised his hand, and someone quickly threw a bundle of thick hemp rope.

Zhang Rongfang quickly tied the rope around the red-haired man.

Not long after, the red-haired man came back to life again, and his head returned to its original shape.

He suddenly struggled, and the thick hemp rope suddenly broke into countless sections and scattered on the ground.

"Huh?" Zhang Rongfang kept staring at the other person.

The moment the red-haired man regained consciousness, he noticed that there was a faint flash of silver on the other person's body.

"Is it a spiritual thread?"

Raising one hand, he deflected the opponent's punch like lightning, and his five fingers were like sharp blades, pinching his throat hard.

Click.

Break your neck in one go.

The red-haired man fell to the ground and died again.

"So, what if it's buried underground?" Zhang Rongfang asked again.

"Sir... we have all tried it. Normal restraint methods will be solved by silver spiritual threads. If they are put in a desperate situation from the beginning, they will either not recover at all, or they will directly explode partially and break the desperate situation."

Zhang Zhenhai explained from behind.

"The spiritual threads in their bodies are more like some kind of bugs, bugs with their own conscious thinking. They will give different responses based on various methods from the outside world."

"Is that so?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly confused.

In other words, once these spiritual threads in a person's body sense something bad, they may explode or take the initiative to attack.

"Then if we stimulate it in advance, let it explode, and then use a weapon to immobilize the body, can we...?" He asked aloud.

"Spirit explosions with less than 100 deaths... are only equivalent to one death... are useless... weapons immobilized early will also be forcibly squeezed out.

Only when the spiritual thread is weak to a certain extent will it be impossible to squeeze out the immobilizing weapon..."

Zhang Zhenhai smiled bitterly.

"That's why we have to besiege and kill again and again, just to consume the power of resistance that weakens the spiritual thread, so that when the spirit finally explodes, it will be unable to struggle."

"That's it..." Zhang Rongfang nodded, and he became more and more aware of the difficulty of these spiritual people.

When the red-haired man regained consciousness, he suddenly retreated quickly, not even planning to continue fighting, but preparing to run away.

Whoosh!

He just took a few steps back when Zhang Rongfang's burly figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Fire Emperor Talisman: Unpaid Fire." Zhang Rongfang's hands turned into phantoms, and he suddenly held the opponent's arms.

There was a crisp click sound.

The red-haired man's arms were broken on the spot and spread wide to both sides.

At the same time, he hit the target in the heart.

Under the huge impact, the heart collapsed and shattered.

With a pop, the man lost his breath again.

"Bring the gun." Zhang Rongfang's heart moved.

Soon someone brought a musket, loaded it, and just pressed the trigger.

Then, before the red-haired man recovered, he aimed the gun at his forehead at close range.

Just wait for him to be completely resurrected before you can press the trigger.

At this distance, with his reaction speed, the opponent would definitely die.

Not far away, Zhang Zhenhai hesitated to speak.

But she didn't say anything in the end. She understood that Zhang Rongfang wanted to experience it personally.

Raising her hand, she quickly signaled the people around her to disperse.

Soon, the time for recovery gradually arrived.

The red-haired man's body recovered quickly from his fatal injuries. He was about to open his eyes and stand up.

Suddenly, a wound opened where the gun was pointed.

puff!!!

In an instant, countless silver threads shot out from the wound, rushing toward Zhang Rongfang like water.

As soon as Zhang Rongfang discovered that the wound was open, he quickly raised his hands to protect himself and retreated.

His body speed exploded with all his strength in an instant, and his body was like a gray line, retreating more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.

But he is fast, and the silver line is faster.

In the blink of an eye, I caught up with him and was about to touch his body.
To be continued...