Zhang Yang casually put the incense on the ground and moved his body, making frightening popping sounds all over his body.
Before Zhang Yang could make a move, Moko started to take action.
"Sound energy, the gift of power."
The plain hand stroked the keyboard, and blue electric light bloomed. In an instant, a large amount of sound energy turned into blood and was projected onto other teammates.
The surrounding sound energy gathered together, and several people suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic. Even the qi and blood converted from the sound energy in their bodies became more active.
Zhang Yang looked at Moko's keyboard with some surprise, "Good guy, you can fully enhance the strength of a warrior, and you can also use the power of a potential person to this extent. This ability is not bad!"
As he spoke, Zhang Yang lit the second incense stick in his hand and stuck it on the ground.
"Sound energy, thunder and lightning apostle."
Another colorful light shot out, and it felt like the surrounding environment was filled with electric current, forming an electrical field on the teammates, accelerating the circulation of energy.
Wei Chengren said nothing and rushed forward. The blood-colored chain was like a long snake, one end wrapped around his arm, and the other end swept away with his words.
At this moment, Zhang Yang moved.
Zhang Yang did not attack any of them. Instead, Zhang Yang raised his hands and quickly formed seals with his hands, forming a complete ninjutsu in the blink of an eye.
"Great Eddy Ninjutsu Simplified."
A lifelike water-colored vortex appeared and rushed towards Moko with its claws and teeth, obviously trying to interrupt the boy's backup.
In a team fight, the first thing to deal with is the mage on the opposite side - a certain tree man.
Without Moko's support, this team might not be able to withstand Zhang Yang's moves.
However, Zhang Yang's attack was not only aimed at Mo Ke. When Zhang finished the seal and raised his toes slightly, dozens of stones were like flying knives, piercing the other people on the stage.
At the critical moment, Wei Cheng's left eye changed again, transforming into the friendship Sharingan he had borrowed from Kakashi.
(A certain 55: I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense!)
"Re-engraved, Tulongbi."
Putting the blood-colored chain in front of him, Wei Cheng quickly formed seals with his hands, using the ninjutsu he learned from Hatake Kakashi.
An earthy yellow wall rose suddenly, covering Moko's figure and blocking the waterfall-like water flow.
"Yanhe, it's you!"
Wei Cheng shouted low and threw out the other end of the Haunted Soul Lock.
Attack is the best defense. If the attack is stopped at this time, it will be difficult for them to survive until Zhang Yang defeats them one by one.
A ray of emerald green light bloomed from Yan He's hand, and a slender Tang knife appeared in her hand. Her long white legs stepped on Wei Cheng's shoulder, like a rabbit kicking Zhang Yangli.
Seeing Yan He kicking at him, Lao Zhang did not dodge. He put his hands on his staff and pretended to accept Yan He's attack.
Naturally, Yan He would not let go of such an opportunity. He threw his body down to form a large circle. In a short time, the Tang Dao appeared in the air and stabbed Zhang Yang's arm.
Clang!
The Tang knife stabbed at the shoulder, but it did not penetrate. Instead, it made a crisp sound like metal colliding. Yan He felt his arm go numb and almost lost his weapon.
The physical body of a warrior who has experienced a difficult peak has been tempered. Now Zhang Yang's body is as hard as steel.
"You don't seem to have much strength, little girl." Zhang Yang grinned and mocked Yan He.
Yan He snorted coldly, "No strength? Give me a try of this trick!"
At this time, Wei Cheng's soul-destroying chains also swept in, entangled Zhang Yang's thick arms, and quickly drained Zhang Yang's physical strength.
Yan He's legs were like knives, poking at Zhang Yang's chest.
If you just rely on the power of words and words, you really can't pose a threat to Zhang Yang.
But at the same time, Wei Cheng also activated the Sorrowful Soul Lock, sucking Zhang Yang's energy wildly, making the other party feel weak even for a moment.
"boom!"
Yan He's legs stabbed Zhang Yang firmly, and the force that was ready to go exploded, causing Zhang Yang to take a few steps back with blood pouring from his chest.
"feasible."
Yan He cheered and was about to continue the attack when Wei Cheng shouted urgently: "Retreat!"
Zhang Yang was forced to retreat, and a dark green powerful aura erupted from his body. The Soul Soul Lock wrapped around his arm was directly deflected, and his fist as big as a bowl was swung out, and he was about to beat Yan He into a big cake.
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"A domineering punch!"
Just at this time, Chen Hong, who had been accumulating strength next to him, launched his attack. His gloves flashed with fire, and he faced Zhang Yang's iron fist, just enough to give Yan He an opening to escape.
boom!
The fists collided, and then under the horrified eyes of everyone, Chen Hong was knocked away like a rag and hit Mo Ke who was behind the earth wall. A crack appeared in his fist gloves, and a trace of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.
However, at this moment, Wei Cheng had no time to care about Chen Hong.
"Lock the soul!"
The scythe appeared, and the blood-colored chains that Zhang Yang had broken free formed into an incomplete scythe, which struck hard at the opponent.
Different from other people's attacks, when the sickle struck out, there was no sound, it just fell towards Zhang Yang silently.
"very good!"
Upon seeing this scene, Zhang Yang's expression condensed, he grabbed the green crutch on the ground and waved it out without making a sound.
The two attacks seemed calm, but they collided fiercely. At the moment when the two attacks collided, the entire martial arts training ground shook, as if being invaded by some invisible force.
After Wei Cheng exchanged a move, his face turned pale and his figure retreated sharply, as if he had been seriously injured.
"Very good! I just gave you that book for a week, and you learned how to control Qi and blood. But... this is not enough!"
Although Zhang Yang's face also showed a hint of paleness, he did not retreat. Instead, he immediately rushed towards Wei Cheng, trying to knock him off the stage.
However, Wei Cheng smiled.
At this moment, Yan He, who had escaped Zhang Yang's attack, stabbed out lightly with the Tang knife, aiming not at Old Wei or Zhang Yang, but at the ground beneath his feet.
The mint-colored sound energy gathered, and as the tip of the knife was injected into the already unstable ground. In an instant, the ground beneath the two of them suddenly collapsed, and Zhang Yang's figure became unstable.
Taking advantage of this gap, Wei Cheng, who had been prepared, retreated and dodged Zhang Yang's attack at the critical moment.
