Seeing the female heavenly demon coming towards her, Zhang Qian just smiled faintly, not caring at all, but deliberately glanced at Zhang Xiaotian below.

There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and he was caught by Zhang Xiaotian.

"Is this an appreciation of his own strength, and he can't bear the fall of a potential master, so he flew to save him?"

Zhang Xiaotian thought quite complacently, of course, at this moment, he had already detached himself from the state of the mechanical heart.

The group of human warriors below also looked at Zhang Qian in a daze, except for a few female warriors, everyone else was amazed by this woman's beauty.

This is the perfect beauty that fits anyone's aesthetics, and this face is simply a model of the golden section, which makes people look happy and comfortable.

There is only one person who is an exception, and that is Song Tiantian.

I saw that he looked at Zhang Qian with a strange face at the moment, and then looked at Zhang Xiaotian again, especially on Zhang Xiaotian's face.

Xin said: "No wonder this crazy woman will make a move, Zhang Xiaotian's appearance obviously meets her standards, this crazy person with good looks has always been crazy in pursuit of perfect appearance!" ”

"Made, to be good-looking is to take advantage!" Song Tiantian touched his face, he didn't know what he thought, a sad look.

Zhang Xiaotian landed on the yellow light mask, and the low-level heavenly demons around him hesitated to come over, and the killing began again.

But this time, no one below focused on Zhang Xiaotian's battle, but all paid attention to the battle between Zhang Qian and the female heavenly demon, and the battle between high-level martial artists was not without benefit to these seventh-level martial artists of source power.

Even Zhang Xiaotian himself, only half of his mind was focused on dealing with low-level Heavenly Demons, and the other half was also paying attention to the battle above his head.

This human warrior named Zhang Qian also uses a sword, and it is a sword technique that Zhang Xiaotian does not have in his memory, which is subtle and powerful.

I saw this woman slashing with a long sword, the cold light was crystal clear, flying away, the freezing air was pressing, and the sound of the sword was like the order of the general, sonorous, and it was actually the sound that fueled the power of the move.

Interesting!

Seeing such a sword technique for the first time, Zhang Xiaotian's interest in his heart increased greatly, and he paid a little more attention to it.

In the face of Zhang Qian's attack, there was no expression on the female heavenly demon's face, and also, without facial features, there would naturally not be too many expressions.

Her right hand stretched out, as black as ink and jade, and her five fingers were spread out, grabbing it out of thin air.

It was this grasp that made Zhang Xiaotian's consciousness rise with a heavy meaning, just looking at it, the pressure on Zhang Qian in the face of this claw can be imagined.

But this woman didn't seem to feel anything unusual, still smiling, and in the strength of the female heavenly demon's claw, it was like a sword light that decomposed the action, and suddenly picked it lightly.

This pick, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, the sword momentum increased sharply, the sword light suddenly accelerated, and it was already in front of the female heavenly demon, less than an inch away from the one-eyed that occupied half of the face!

The female heavenly demon didn't blink with one eye, and her left hand was raised in front of her eyes at some point, and with a flick of her fingers, the color in the void instantly receded, and the originally agile sword light suddenly turned into a dead thing, condensing in front of the female heavenly demon.

Then the arm stabbed forward, using the finger as a sword, the sword light and a void were like fragile paper shattering, and the fingertips pointed at Zhang Qian's face.

This time it seemed to have stabbed a hornet's nest, and Zhang Qian, who had been smiling, was furious, staring at the female heavenly demon's gaze, and the murderous aura seemed to overflow.

Her sword-holding hand waved violently, and the pale white sword qi swished through the air, and the meaning of Gengjin was sharp and terrifying, and it was actually a direct cut off the follow-up changes of the female heavenly demon's finger, forcing her to retreat, and she retreated very embarrassed!

"You, me off!"

Zhang Qian's delicate voice was full of chill.

"So what!"

The female heavenly demon who was forced to retreat was also furious, and she felt humiliated when she was forced to retreat in front of many of her subordinates.

"Die! Ugly Heavenly Devil! Zhang Qian's face was covered with frost, and the sword in his hand rushed out, bringing out a long glacier, and what was hidden in the cold glacier was countless sharp Gengjin qi.

The female heavenly demon snorted coldly in her belly, just because you want to kill me!

Suddenly took a step forward, the female heavenly demon's right hand was raised high, her five fingers were opened, the black five fingers were like black jade, glowing with a strange light like gods and demons, and the front of her palm was dark and dark, as if the heavens and the earth were shrinking here!

At this moment, Zhang Xiaotian below seemed to see a towering mountain, and he needed to look up to the extreme to see the peak, that is, the palm of the female heavenly demon.

Then, the palms fell, the peaks broke, and the heavens and the earth collapsed!

Zhang Qian's sword momentum collapsed almost the moment her palm fell, and a chaotic darkness quickly spread towards her.

In the blink of an eye, the void around her twisted and bent, but Zhang Qian not only felt that she was restrained and unable to move, but also that she couldn't help but take the initiative to throw herself into the dark palm, and her body felt like it was collapsing.

Damn it! This is the Heavenly Demon Breaking Heavenly Palm, and the identity of this female Heavenly Demon is not low!

Zhang Qian's eyes were round, and there was a touch of jealousy on her good-looking face, but it was more of a murderous intention.

At this moment, she has no possibility of dodging, like a trapped beast, gritting her teeth, the goose-yellow skirt on her body is windless and automatic, and the skirt is fluttering, revealing a pair of white calves.

The human male warriors watching the battle below unconsciously moved their eyes over, except for Zhang Xiaotian and Song Tiantian.

Zhang Xiaotian's attention was completely focused on the female heavenly demon's palm, and Song Tiantian looked at the strange face on his face, and seemed to be quite afraid of this Zhang Qian.

Or not exactly fear, which seems to be mixed with inexplicable disgust and hostility.

Zhang Qian's sword moved, and a sword light swelled rapidly up and down, exceeding a zhang in the blink of an eye, but no matter how tall it was, that palm like ink jade still fell high, unreachable.

Bang bang, the white sword light collided with the dark palm, making a burst of cracking sounds, as if the huge palm had torn through many invisible shackles and restraints, and the sword light collapsed inch by inch.

But a flash of joy flashed in Zhang Qian's eyes.

In the battle with the sword light, the female heavenly demon's palm momentum was also weakened layer by layer, and the pressure from the void around Zhang Qian's body decreased sharply, although the body was still heavy, and the dodge was still not flexible enough, but it was enough to make big moves!

She gritted her teeth, her eyes flashed cold, the hand holding the sword retracted, and then she swung her sword as if she was carrying a mountain peak on her back, and in the middle of the movement, the void slashed open, and everything returned to nothingness.

This sword light, like an infinite sharpness, condensed into a point, with a strong touch, with an attack on the attack, straight to the palm of the falling palm.

Burst!

Almost silently, a large hole appeared in the giant palm, like a deflated ball that quickly shrank, and finally turned to a normal size.

Without waiting for the female heavenly demon to change her moves, Zhang Qian sneered, "It's my turn!" ”

As he spoke, the sword light that pierced his palm skyrocketed, like a heavenly river swept away.

(End of chapter)