"Damn, it's been almost ten breaths, why hasn't the momentum of this talisman diminished at all? If it continues like this, won't I be pushed to the horizon?

No, for the sake of future plans, we must think of a way..."

It seemed that it had made up its mind. In order to dissolve Zhang San's talisman, the purple-golden marten, who originally wanted to use the advantage of its body to subdue everyone, had to temporarily stop its transformation.

After all, in addition to bringing more power, a huge body will also bear more pressure. If that is the case, it will probably be pushed out of the range of Yangzhou Prefecture by this talisman.

"Pah~"

After falling to the ground, he didn't care about the battle situation a hundred miles away. Looking at the slashing attack that was still spreading to the distance, the purple-gold marten couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

[What a domineering talisman! If my fur wasn’t invulnerable to swords and guns, and if I hadn’t brought a protective golden lotus with me when I descended to the lower world, this slash alone would have been enough to completely deprive me of my ability to fight! ]

"But then again, where is this place?"

As if to answer the question for the purple-gold marten, the other party had just asked the question when a very familiar voice exploded in its ears.

"How is the scenery of Gaoyou Lake in my world?"

"Damn, it's this guy again. He's really haunting us!"

Seeing the purple marten readjust its position, Zhang San couldn't help but smile in his heart. The saying "one trick is enough to conquer the world" was indeed true, and it was worth it that he kept this trick until now.

That’s right, the previous sound was just a disturbance from the clone. Zhang San’s real goal has always been the other party’s life. Since he entered the industry, he has never had the time to do those unnecessary things.

[I will ban your magical powers first! 】

"ah!!"

A hint of warmth flashed in the stomach, and before the purple-gold marten could react to what that thing was, a horizontal sword wrapped in thunder had already been inserted into its mouth, forcibly sealing its mouth by physical means.

Seeing the other party crying bitterly and unable to control himself, even Zhang San, who was the instigator, was a little confused for a moment.

However, the opportunity was fleeting. At this moment, he had no time to ask why. The body of the purple-gold marten was only frozen for a moment, and a giant axe transformed from the abyss of hell was already in Zhang San's hand. While he was speaking, the axe blade was about to fall on the neck of the purple-gold marten.

Yes, after a series of fights before, Zhang San knew clearly that the unfortunate thing in front of him had fur that was impervious to swords and guns. The fur covering vital parts like the neck must be even tougher.

It’s a pity that from beginning to end, Zhang San never thought of ending the war with a sword.

The reason for switching to a giant axe is just like the Mongolian cavalry who once wielded the whip of God. Since the scimitar cannot break the opponent's tin can, then use caltrops to smash it.

Your fur is not afraid of swords and knives, so how can your bones not be broken?

Looking at the giant axe glowing in the sunlight, for the first time since its arrival, the purple-gold marten felt the so-called fear from the bottom of its heart.

However, at this critical moment, just as Zhang San was about to chop off the opponent's head with the giant axe, several consecutive warnings from the transparent world interrupted his actions.

He turned around, moved slightly, and used the giant axe in his hand to chop off the last threat.

Zhang San, who had hundreds of years of memory fusion and had experienced many battles, naturally had strong body movements, but what puzzled him was where was the danger warning of the transparent world? There was no arrow mark, no magic attack, but the amazing force hitting the abyss of hell was constantly warning Zhang San that someone had indeed shot a cold arrow from behind.

In other words, compared to ordinary arrows, this kind of hidden arrow is more conceptual.

"Is it like... a curse?"

"Amitabha, the donor is very insightful!"

As if Zhang San couldn't bear to see his doubts, as soon as he murmured, a slightly plump figure instantly crossed a distance of several hundred meters, stepped on the reeds floating on the water, and floated in from Gaoyou Lake.

If we don't consider the other party's power structure, such an image can be regarded as a great monk's words.

However, after seeing the other person's clothes clearly, Zhang San's hand that was originally holding the axe tightened a little bit.

It seemed that it knew that the person coming was a teammate. From the moment the monk stepped on the ground, the weak link was broken. The purple-gold marten, in unbearable pain, squirmed its limbs and hid behind the monk in shame.

"Amitabha, you have such a murderous intention. How can you easily desecrate such a sacred object? Please have mercy on me, Buddha, and let me heal you.

Donor Murong, you don't have to hide. This donor obviously has a very advanced perception technique. With your archery skills, I'm afraid you can't hurt him."

As if to confirm the other party's words, after listening to the monk's persuasion, a man who was slightly handsome compared to the monk's wealthy appearance, no, he could even be said to be very handsome, walked out from the dense forest in the distance.

The curly hair is like that of a lion, with a wildness different from that of the people in the Central Plains; the straight cheekbones are like blades, as if the slightest touch would be enough to cut someone's palm.

If it were an ordinary woman, she would probably be immersed in the other person's stunning beauty at this moment, but for Zhang San, he can see more details that others cannot notice.

With a tiger back, wolf waist, ape arms and broad shoulders, he is obviously a good archer; looking at his steady steps and slightly bowed legs, he must be an expert in horseback riding as well.

The smoke of blood and energy has formed, and there is even a texture of tearing space between the shaking of arms. It is obvious that unlike Zhang San who gave up halfway, the other party has already achieved great success in martial arts.

As for the last facial expression, it is not that Zhang San discriminates against it. It is just that in this era, those foreigners who have this facial expression are either born into princes or nobles.

After all, the poor don’t have the opportunity to improve their genes, right?

"Hey, hey, hey~ No way, is it this kid who was weaned not long ago? Is he the only one who can make Baimu almost lose his life? If you ask me, this Baimu is really going backwards as he gets older. It's really a disgrace to our Taiping Dao."

[Zhang San: Taiping Dao, this name seems to have been recorded in the Gu family's books.]

"Don't underestimate him. Anyone who can make the Marquis and Baimu suffer losses one after another is definitely not a good person. Even Xu Xiaoqi praised him highly. What's more important is that when he received all these honors, he was only a first-class extraordinary person."

As if he was in pain from being stepped on by the monk, Murong Takumi, who had been relatively calm, suddenly spoke with a stern look on his face.

"Is this the person Xu Xiaoqi likes? I want to fight him one-on-one, so don't interfere!"

"Then hurry up. After we kill this one, we still have to help Guangmu Tianwang get rid of Qinglong."

"Hahaha, don't worry, I know the seriousness of this matter. Come on, kid, take my punch first!"