Chapter 153: The Mid-Stage Fight Against Jindan Alone (2)

The two eighth-grade magical weapons of the young monk of the Sea Tribe are a set, and their power is much stronger than ordinary eighth-grade magical weapons.

Especially the eighth-grade silver spear, which can already pose a threat to the physical defense in the form of flying zombies. Yang Tian did not dare to be careless. The fangs from his mouth flew out automatically and shook in the void, turning into a bone war spear and holding it in his hand. .

"Look at the gun!"

The young monk from the Sea Tribe came through the air. The aura of the middle stage of the golden elixir exuded from his body was as terrifying as a storm sweeping across all directions. The pure silver spear in his palm stabbed towards Yang Tian with steam.

At the same time, Yang Tian, ​​who was in zombie form, also moved. The black corpse air above his head evaporated and condensed into a huge black cloud. He held a snow-white bone war spear in his hand and stabbed forward suddenly.

Boom! With a loud noise like thunder, the bone war spear in Yang Tian's hand collided with the opponent's pure silver spear.

Although the young man from the Sea Clan opposite was in the middle stage of the Golden Core, under the collision of pure physical strength, he was far inferior to Yang Tian in the early stage of flying zombie form.

"Not good!" The young monk from the Sea Tribe felt an irresistible force at the moment when his spear collided with his spear, which was transmitted to his arms through the pure silver spear in his hand.

His arms flexed, his jaws loosened, and he almost couldn't hold the spear, but it really frightened him.

"Get out of here!"

After all, the young monk of the Sea Clan is in the middle stage of the Golden Core, so he was stupid enough to actually compete with a flying zombie with infinite physical strength. The Golden Core in his body rotated rapidly, and his true energy poured into the silver spear like a rushing river.

The next moment, the silver spear in his hand suddenly burst into dazzling silver, and eighty-nine and seventy-two runes of heaven and earth emerged, like seventy-two silver moons flying around the spear.

Boom boom boom!

The young monk from the Sea Clan holds a gun in both hands, and his moves are wide open and closed. Every hit, round, and stab will fly out a silver spear that is dozens of feet long.

These flying silver guns are like bolts of lightning, falling to the ground, and a big pit will appear on the ground. If it falls on a stone, the stone will instantly explode into powder.

Yang Tian, ​​who was in the zombie form in the early stage of Feitian, frequently waved the bone war spear in his hand, shattering the flying spears. Occasionally, one or two spears would fall on him. After all, these spears were transformed by the true energy. It's not an entity, so it can't cause any harm to his body, which is as hard as a seventh-grade flying sword weapon.

After a while, the young monk from the Hai tribe saw that the gunmang had no effect on Yang Tian, ​​and the water vapor around him condensed into clouds, carrying him quickly towards Yang Tian.

On the clouds and mist, the silver armor on the young monk of the Sea Tribe shines brightly, and the whole person is like a silver sun automatically moving in the void, dazzling.

The silver spear in his hand was fluttering up and down. His posture and momentum stood on the white clouds, as if he was as brave as a heavenly soldier or a general.

Under such a fierce attack, Yang Tian did not give in. With the huge strength of his zombie body, he did not evade the head-to-head confrontation and lost at all.

If the young monk from the Sea Tribe opposite was at the middle stage of the Golden Core, but at the early stage of the Golden Core, he would have been smashed to pieces by the bone war spear in Yang Tian's hand, or turned into honeycomb briquettes.

The intensity of the fight between the two of them was far more intense than the fight between the little old man of Qinggangshi on the other side, and the fight between the one-eyed monk of the Sea Clan and the old man of the Sea Clan.

The Sea Clan monk has been unable to defeat Yang Tian, ​​who is only in the early flying zombie state. The rage in his heart seems to have turned into a murderous intention, and his power is getting stronger and stronger.

"Death!" the sea tribe monk yelled, and the pure silver spear was thrown out by him at a speed faster than lightning. The void where it passed was like a piece of cloth cut open by a sharp knife, leaving a trail A black crack hundreds of feet long.

Faced with the flying silver spear, Yang Tian could dodge it, but how could he greet it without any trouble?

The jet-black wings made of steel behind him suddenly and rapidly flapped, bursting out at an unprecedented speed, leaving a large string of shadows in the void, dodging this terrifyingly powerful spear.

boom!

The spear landed on the stone wall of the valley, and countless large rocks were shaken away from the mountain. They rolled down with a rumble and hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chance!

The opponent's spear was released, allowing Yang Tian to see the opportunity to kill with one strike. The dark wings on his back fanned as fast as possible, and his whole body instantly turned into a black light and appeared on the left side of the young sea tribe monk.

The bone war spear in his hand thrust forward suddenly. At this moment, Yang Tian used all his strength without reservation.

The silver armor on the opponent's body is an eighth-grade magic weapon. Although the bone war spear in his hand is also equivalent to an eighth-grade magic weapon, it is difficult for the bone war spear to break through the defense of the silver armor without using all his strength.

However, Yang Tian still underestimated the defense of the silver armor on the young monk from the sea tribe, and it actually blocked the bone war spear. This was really beyond his expectation.

Although the blow of the Bone War Spear did not break through the silver armor, the huge power on it was transmitted to the young monk of the Sea Tribe through the silver armor.

Click!

A sound of bone breaking reached Yang Tian's ears, and he immediately knew that the sternum of the young monk from the Sea Tribe was broken, and surprise appeared in his scarlet blood eyes.

boom!

The bone war spear in Yang Tian's hand swept out and hit the opponent's head with a crash. Although it still did not break the defense of the silver armor, it gave the young sea tribe monk a splitting headache and screamed in pain.

Unreasonable and unforgiving, the bone war spear in Yang Tian's hand rotated rapidly at this moment, hitting the opponent with bang bang bang bang bang bang. The young monk from the sea tribe in the silver armor had an unknown number of broken bones, and more words were broken in his mouth. He was coughing up blood and screaming.

"Stop it!" The old man of the sea clan who had been paying attention here shouted loudly and turned into a ray of light and rushed over.

If Yang Tian were to smash him like this, their Ninth Young Master might not be able to hold on for long, and he would be smashed to death inside the silver armor.

When the old man from the Hai Clan thought of this, a chill surged involuntarily from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. If the Ninth Young Master died, not only would he not survive, but his family would also have to be buried with him.

In his anxiety, the speed of this old man from the sea race reached a terrifying level, which could not be described with lightning. The distance of nearly a thousand feet was reached almost instantly.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

In anger, the old man from the Sea Tribe violently rotated the huge copper hammer in his hand. Dark space cracks suddenly appeared in the void below the hammer, and he hit Yang Tian's back fiercely.

At this time, if Yang Tian continues to attack the young monk from the Sea Tribe in the middle stage of Golden Core, he will definitely be hit in the back by the bronze hammer of the old man from the Sea Tribe.