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"The Duanqing Sect?"
Hearing Zhang Yan's words, Xiao Ping couldn't help but be startled. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "Is it the third-rate force 'Duanqing Sect' in the area south of the Northern Desert?"
Zhang Yan's face remained stern and he did not answer Xiao Ping.
But Xiao Ping confirmed it himself. When he looked at Zhang Yan again, he smiled sarcastically, "A disciple of a third-rate force dares to talk nonsense in front of me, Xiao Ping? Ridiculous! Do you know who I, Xiao Ping, am?" "
Zhang Yan still didn't speak.
"Let me tell you! I, Xiao Ping, am a disciple of the 'Izumo Sect', one of the three second-rate forces in the Northern Desert! You, a disciple of a third-rate force and an ant-like existence, dare to be arrogant in front of me, Xiao Ping?"
At this point, Xiao Ping's eyes shone with cold light, and he shouted coldly: "Today, you will definitely die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ping stopped talking nonsense and moved toward Zhang Yan. The narrow knife in his hand seemed to turn into a poisonous snake, quickly darting out and biting Zhang Yan's vitals.
Wow!
Above the void, the power of heaven and earth is turbulent, and the vision of heaven and earth reappears.
A total of more than 930 ancient horned dragons appeared in the void above Xiao Ping's head again, and they rushed towards Zhang Yan with their teeth and claws bared, their momentum like a rainbow.
Xiao Ping, a disciple of Izumo Sect.
Among the ten young disciples of the Izumo Sect who entered the 'Martial Emperor's Secret Treasure' this time, their strength can be ranked among the 'top three'.
Because of this, Xiao Ping has strong confidence in his own strength.
In his opinion.
A disciple who was only a third-rate disciple was just an ant-like existence in front of him. He only needed to meet him once and he could completely obliterate him from this world.
Facing the menacing Xiao Ping, Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned completely cold and he quickly stretched out his hands.
In an instant, on Zhang Yan's hands, there was a spiritual weapon glove made of unknown materials. The moment the gloves appeared, there was a hint of cold air on them.
"The artistic conception of ice?!"
Noticing the cold air emanating from Zhang Yan's hands, Xiao Ping's eyes narrowed, with a bit of surprise on his face.
The artistic conception of ice can be regarded as the most powerful natural artistic conception. Unless one has extraordinary talents and opportunities, it is almost impossible to comprehend it.
But when he saw that only two hundred ancient horned dragons appeared in the void above Zhang Yan's head, Xiao Ping couldn't help but have a sarcastic smile on his face, "It turns out it's just the 'first-level high-level ice artistic conception'."
In his opinion.
The first-level high-level ice conception poses no threat to him!
However, his expression quickly changed.
Just because, while Zhang Yan's hand exuded waves of frightening cold air, Yuan Li rose up and turned into wisps of raging flames, which perfectly blended with the cold air.
In an instant, blue flames burst out from Zhang Yan's hands, exuding bursts of hot breath and bursts of cold breath. The contradictory combination gave people an invisible sense of oppression.
Wow!
At the same time, in the void above Zhang Yan's head, three hundred ancient horned dragons were added to the side of the two hundred ancient horned dragons.
Among them, two hundred ancient horned dragon phantoms are owned by the 'first-level high-level fire artistic conception'.
The artistic conception of fire is conceived by the artistic conception of ice.
Such a method is a miraculous method of the top skill "Tai Shang Forgetting Love" practiced by Zhang Yan.
As for the phantoms of the other hundred ancient horned dragons, they were caused by Zhang Yan's cultivation of the 'Seventh Level of Cave Void Realm'.
Almost at the same time, another seventy-eight ancient horned dragons appeared, which was the 'increasing power' of the second-grade spiritual weapon gloves on Zhang Yan's hands.
A total of five hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragon phantoms!
However, it doesn't end there.
"The two heavens of ice and fire!"
As Zhang Yan spoke in a cold tone, the blue ice flames combining 'ice' and 'fire' on his hands suddenly rose up, exuding bursts of frightening aura.
In an instant, in the void above Zhang Yan's head, 400 more ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared on one side of the 578 ancient horned dragon phantoms.
A total of nine hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragon phantoms!
If Pei An, the leader of the Duanqing Sect, were here, he would be shocked when he saw this scene.
Because this means that his direct disciple Zhang Yan has mastered Dacheng's 'Two Heavens of Ice and Fire', which can double the power of ice and fire together!
The two heavens of ice and fire are the methods in "The Art of Forgetting Love". 'Xiao Cheng' can increase the power of ice and fire by half, and 'Dacheng' can double it.
Now, Zhang Yan has mastered Dacheng's 'Two Heavens of Ice and Fire'!
"How can it be?!"
The reason why Xiao Ping's expression changed was precisely because he saw this unbelievable scene.
The 978 phantoms of ancient horned dragons in the void above the head of the disciple of the Duanqing Sect have completely exceeded the power of the more than 930 ancient horned dragons that he can display when he exerts all his strength.
At the same time, Xiao Ping violently attacked Zhang Yan's narrow knife. Due to his excitement, his speed showed signs of slowing down.
But at this moment, a figure with vast blue ice flames coming from its body came up to Xiao Ping in an instant, causing Xiao Ping's expression to change drastically.
Buzz!
Xiao Ping didn't dare to hesitate anymore. The power of the narrow knife in his hand increased greatly, and he flew straight towards Zhang Yan, as if he was going to break Zhang Yan into two pieces.
"snort!"
A cold snort came from Zhang Yan's mouth, and then, Zhang Yan's hand came down like a cattail leaf fan, as fast as lightning, and pressed on the blade of the narrow knife in Xiao Ping's hand.
Snapped!
After slapping the narrow knife in Xiao Ping's hand away from its original trajectory, Zhang Yan's hand remained close to the narrow knife.
In an instant, the narrow knife was covered with a layer of frost. The frost swept and spread, covering Xiao Ping's body in the blink of an eye, causing Xiao Ping's body to show signs of stopping.
Wow!
At this moment, Zhang Yan's other hand was wrapped with blue ice flames, which flew out like lightning, like a cattail leaf fan, and fell towards Xiao Ping's forehead.
"No!!"
Seeing Zhang Yan's palm wrapped with blue ice flames and containing the power of nine hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragons fall on his forehead, Xiao Ping's expression changed drastically.
He wanted to fight back, but found that his body had become a little sluggish due to the cold air from Zhang Yan's palm, and he had no time to fight back.
Snapped!
Zhang Yan landed a palm on Xiao Ping's head and cracked it open like a watermelon. The red and white matter that splashed out was completely frozen by a layer of ice and did not contaminate Zhang Yan at all.
Xiao Ping's body fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, and the narrow knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang sound.
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and casually took away Xiao Ping's 'Najie' and 'Second-grade Spiritual Sword' and put them into the Najie.
Immediately afterwards, he took away Liu Qi's 'Najie' and 'Second Grade Spiritual Sword' which had been dead for a long time, and put away the 'Fire Concept Fragments' everywhere.
There were hundreds of fragments of the artistic conception of fire. After putting them all away, a rare faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth.
"The harvest is good."
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
This time, he can be regarded as 'the mantis stalks the cicada, while the oriole stalks behind', reaping the benefits.
Soon, Zhang Yan's eyes fell on the delicate box on the ceiling in the middle of the cave, and then he flew out and took down the delicate box.
"But I don't know what's inside."
With curiosity in his heart, Zhang Yan raised his hand and opened the delicate box.
In a moment, a 'fragment' flashing with deep fiery red aura appeared in front of his eyes, making his eyes widen and his breathing become rapid.
"This is not a 'Fragment of Artistic Conception'! Is it a 'Fragment of Mystery'? Or a 'Fragment of Mystery of Fire'?"
Zhang Yan took a breath of air.
Almost at the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came out of the box. When it reached Zhang Yan's ears, it carried extremely terrifying penetrating power and spread out in all directions.
"Congratulations, young man...this 'Ninth Layer Emperor Realm Fire Secret Fragment' is yours."
Soon, Zhang Yan realized that it was the voice of the powerful Martial Emperor who left the 'Martial Emperor's Secret Treasure'.
"There is actually a 'Sound Convergence Array' inside this box... However, the sound just now seems to have extremely strong penetrating power. Is it likely that it has spread throughout the surrounding area now?"
Thinking of this, Zhang Yan's pupils shrank.
As soon as Zhang Yan came to his senses, he heard three rapid wind whistles and rushed into the cave where he was.
For a moment, three more figures appeared in front of his eyes.
"Junior Brother Liu!"
The owner of one of the figures was a young man dressed in black. His eyes fell on Liu Qi's body on the ground, and his expression changed drastically.
Obviously, he, like Liu Qi, is a disciple of the 'Wuchang Sect'.
"Senior Brother Xiao Ping!"
The other two young men looked at Xiao Ping's body, their expressions changed drastically, and they looked at Zhang Yan again with a hint of horror.
After the two looked at each other, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and quickly turned around, intending to escape.
What a joke!
Someone who can kill Senior Brother Xiao Ping is not something they can deal with.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
Zhang Yan's voice came out coldly, and as he raised his hand, two vast blue ice flames swept out, catching up with the two disciples of the Izumo Sect in a moment, covering them and falling, killing them.
The two corpses landed on the ground, making two soft noises and kicking up a cloud of dust.
"The artistic conception of ice? The artistic conception of fire?"
The Wichang Sect disciple in black had a slightly condensed face, and his eyes were filled with cold light as he stared at Zhang Yan, "You are quite strong, and you were able to kill Junior Brother Liu and Izumo Sect's 'Xiao Ping'... However, in In front of me, you are not enough!"
As soon as the Wichang Sect disciple finished speaking, his body shot out, like an arrow from a string, and it shot straight at Zhang Yan.
The spiritual weapon appeared in his hand, and Yuanli and 'artistic conception' followed him like a shadow, blending into the spiritual weapon.
At the same time, in the void above his head, more than 930 ancient horned dragons appeared, and they all attacked Zhang Yan.
"Zhang Yan?"
When the disciples of the Wuchang Sect were attacking Zhang Yan, a figure like an elf in the fire appeared silently in the cave.
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