Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

These rescuers and assassins are not in the same group and are fighting on their own. If this continues, these people will not be able to escape even without Zhang Mo's intervention.

"Mr. Bao, please show your face. I promise to give you a fair chance." Zhang Mo seemed to have lost his patience. He stood up, holding a black iron spear in his hand, and looked towards the city gate.

"Okay, then how about releasing those people below first?"

Zhang Mo waved his hand, and instantly countless sharp arrows and crossbows shot down, regardless of friend or foe, civilians or soldiers.

Within a few breaths, no one could move within a hundred meters.

This was a massacre for no reason, just because Zhang Mo wanted to see it.

Now he understood why there was a profession called knight in the past, who would draw his sword and help others when seeing injustice.

Zhang Song lowered his head. He knew he couldn't beat the big black guy, but before leaving, he might as well give him a blow to vent his anger.

I don't have the heart to be chivalrous, nor do I want to say anything about standing up for the weak and fighting for justice. I just want to vent the anger in my heart.

If he didn't get rid of this anger, he was afraid that he would not be comfortable in his future cultivation.

He narrowed his eyes and watched Zhang Mo and Luozhou Governor Bao Zhang fighting on the field.

Bao Zhang is also in the late Jindan stage, and he comes from the Demon Suppression Bureau. He was born as a killer and once went to the Hundred Poisons Mountain alone to stop the ancestor Yu Youzi from advancing.

A section of the house collapsed in a breath, and the three-story restaurant was shattered into pieces, unable to withstand the force of two people.

Neither of them even glanced at each other. They fought fiercely with swords and spears. It seemed that they used all their strength in every blow and would not stop until one of them was dead.

This killing skill is so terrifying that it has almost become an instinct, allowing one person to fight against millions of troops alone.

"Zhang Mo, that's all you can do. It seems like the news that you were seriously injured and fell to a lower realm is true."

"So what? Killing you is enough."

Zhang Mo's gun was like a giant black dragon flying up and down, roaring and transforming into a huge beam of light, covering the opponent.

"Then send you to die."

A ray of strong light appeared, with an indescribable glow, soft and not dazzling, and it came slashing towards him directly. There was even a kind of aura on it, like the majestic gaze of a teacher, slashing towards him.

Swordsmanship: Haoran!

Zhang Song was far away, but when he saw such a sword, he felt like he was about to be disintegrated in the sun.

There was even a sense of being extremely small, as if I saw the majesty of heaven and earth.

Is this the power of the golden elixir? If Bao Zhang uses such a sword one day, I’m afraid that Master really won’t be able to advance.

Zhang Song felt that the battle between Bao Zhang and Mo Luan that day was just a formality and nothing serious was done.

I focused all my attention on decomposing and comprehending this sword, and half of my hair turned white in an instant.

Spiritual fluid dripped, withered hair recovered, divine consciousness continued to lock, copy and analyze...

"Hahahaha, interesting, interesting."

"Master Bao, in the entire Luozhou City, you are the second person I look at with respect."

Zhang Mo held the iron spear in both hands, panting heavily, not dodging or avoiding, his body seemed to have become a bell or a tripod.

Black corpse gas was emanating from his entire body and gradually surrounded him. His eyes were ice-cold, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

what!

With a loud shout, he swung his spear and smashed it forward fiercely.

In the shadow of the gun, it seemed as if there was a pair of huge fists, clasped together, smashing down heavily.

Break everything, destroy everything, nothing can stop it. Even the most powerful Shan Lan will be turned into powder under this punch.

Boom!

Zhang Song's eyes were dripping with blood, and all he could see was a sword and a gun.

The main city gate of the ancient city of Kang'an was broken in half, as if a corner of the sky and earth had collapsed.

This kind of power can really be mastered by mortals, and it is so powerful that it is frightening.

Bao Zhang's legs were broken, there was a dent in his chest, his face was pale, and he stood up with difficulty.

Give the opponent a small realm, secretly store water, and strike with thunder, but still lose.

"Zhang Mo." He stared at him and slowly stood up.

The two figures behind him quickly carried him on their backs and turned away. In almost an instant, they disappeared.

Some Taiping Army soldiers were about to chase him, so Zhang Mo raised his hand slightly.

"He's a loser, let him go." Zhang Mo looked around vigilantly, wondering in his heart, could it be that my perception was wrong?

Becoming a general is not something a brainless corpse can do.

A day later, Zhang Song opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by a search and rescue team spontaneously organized by the public, clearing debris and moving bricks and wood.

This should be considered a good fortune. The harvest this time is huge.

Zhang Song's skills were improving in all aspects. The two Jindan masters brought out their best strengths without reservation and put all their understanding into that spear and sword.

"This is..." He looked at his men. It was a wooden flowerpot. The flowers on it were ordinary flowers, but the soil scattered on it was five-colored soil.

I actually saw five-colored soil in this place.

Zhang Song hurriedly collected the information. He had a strong memory and quickly remembered that this was a pawn shop and this location should be a warehouse.

"One more thing is missing."

He said he was going to hit Zhang Mo with a stick, so he hit him with a stick.

Zhang Mo moved directly into Hua Manyuan that night, booking the entire third floor, with a table of raw food and even a pot of real blood wine.

Zhang Song stood downstairs, looking at him, laughing wildly, drinking in big gulps, with an icy sharp look in his eyes.

He walked up slowly, and no one around him felt strange.

Zhang Mo narrowed his eyes and felt that this person was very familiar, really very familiar.

"you……"

"Phantom!"

Zhang Song is building up momentum with every step. Although he is not as good as Bao Zhang, it is also the best he can do at present.

Zhang Mo didn't care, but he didn't expect that this somewhat familiar warrior would actually release the skills of an insect cultivator.

Lost consciousness for a moment.

boom!

The huge body was directly blown away by someone's great force, smashing the railing and falling on the first floor.

Zhang Song took a look at the table and found a tablet on it. It was in average condition and had a slight crack.

It couldn’t be that governor’s seal. He picked it up and turned to leave.

Zhang Mo sat on the ground, looking up blankly. He didn't care about being beaten or injured.

But why does this person give me such a strong sense of familiarity?

"Ahhhh!"

"Catch him and kill him without mercy. Whoever holds his head will be rewarded with 10,000 spirit stones."

"It's you. I remembered. Okay, okay. I didn't look for you, but you still dared to look for me."

Zhang Mo stood up, spinning around in anger, and smashed the stairs to pieces with a slap.

Zhang Song left, took a fresh breath, leaped away, and rushed back to Zhenshan City overnight.

The tablet is made of bamboo and can't even be considered a treasure.

Why is that idiot Zhang Mo looking so intently? Is there something I don't know?

"I'm looking for Huang Shiqi."

"The shopkeeper is on the second floor, Pavilion 1. What's your name? I'll let you know."

Huang Shiqi had gained noticeably more weight after not being seen for a few days. There was also a young and lovely girl in the room. In particular, there was a solid gold seal placed directly on the table.

"Brother is here, sit down."

Huang Shiqi didn't even raise his head, but since this was his friend, he thought about it and reluctantly ordered, "Bring a cup of light tea."

The maid bowed and secretly glanced at Zhang Song before leaving. Her master was so stingy that even if a big shot from the Hunyuan Sect came, the best he could offer was just plain water. He had never even had light tea.

Zhang Song waited for the maid to leave, took out the tablet and placed it on Huang Shiqi's desk: "Brother, take a look."

Huang Shiqi's eyes met immediately, and he put his hands on the tablet, whispering, "It was you who hit that idiot with the stick yesterday."

"You can do it, you have my style, hehe."

Zhang Song didn't need to answer, as he already knew the answer. He grabbed the tablet, took a look at it, and threw it back on the table.

"A spiritual stone."

"Nonsense! A soldier lost his gun, a general lost his seal, and a minister lost his tablet. I don't know what the outcome will be."