Zhao Wufeng only felt that he was being invaded, wrapped in Wushuang's momentum, and even the spear fell at the same time.
"So... domineering..."
It was as if I was alone in front of the whole world.
How can man be the opponent of heaven and earth? At this moment, Mao Wufeng clearly felt that he was even afraid.
"You're not bad." Yang Zhen stopped, Fang Tian held the painted halberd in his hand, and stood calmly, with some unbearable look in his eyes.
"It's... it's... not bad?" Mao Wufeng coughed up blood and suffered internal injuries from choking on his words. The Wushuang energy surrounding him gradually returned to calm, and the sense of crisis disappeared.
It turned out that he was one man and fought for the blood of tens of thousands of troops, slaughtering thousands of people. Finally, he got an evaluation, which was actually "not bad." Mao Wufeng laughed at himself and wanted to laugh, but in his chest, Wushuang's power invaded, and Mao Wufeng had to press his patience button. Bitter.
"Not bad." Yang Zhen said seriously, without killing him. It seemed that the domineering and fierceness just now had nothing to do with him.
"Hmph!" Mao Wufeng was speechless. Does this guy know how to speak and be sociable? Why would he humiliate himself like this?
"I have something to ask for." Just when Mao Wufeng was feeling bitter, Yang Zhen said sincerely with a solemn look on his face.
"Is there something...I want you to ask for?" Mao Wufeng was stunned, and tried to stand up from the space. The blood in his chest was overflowing, but he was quickly suppressed by Mao Wufeng, and gradually tried to recover, while carefully looking at Mao Wufeng. Feng said: "What's the matter?"
Yang Zhen also knew that he was a little abrupt, but looking at this guy, he was not an evil person, but he was just a bit arrogant, so he asked for help. At this moment, when he heard Mao Wufeng's inquiry, he continued: "It's happened here. There will be a disaster in our Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya. I would like to ask you to fight with me."
Yang Zhen vaguely felt the crisis. The Yinfeng Valley might completely come to the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya in the near future. This would undoubtedly be a devastating disaster for the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
"Fight?" Mao Wufeng aroused curiosity. As a cultivator who can be said to be slaughtered by thousands of people, he naturally loves fighting, otherwise he would not go to the battlefield.
Moreover, the main purpose of Mao Wufeng's training is that only by constantly experiencing fighting can one truly make great progress.
"Yes, fighting, real fighting, is very cruel." Yang Zhen kept throwing out temptations, and saw the enthusiasm in the other party's eyes.
"Cruel...cruel?" Mao Wufeng repeated, feeling a little throbbing in his heart.
"Believe me, fighting is the best way to improve." Yang Zhen was so heroic and looked down upon the world. It seemed that nothing could escape his blow.
"I believe it." Mao Wufeng did not doubt it, because he had been promoted in this way, but he had doubts about whether the battle Yang Zhen said was really cruel.
"Yinfeng Valley, I believe you must have heard of it." Yang Zhen has such a personality, and he also understands Mao Wufeng's desire for battle.
"Yinfeng Valley?" Mao Wufeng's memories arose, and after thinking for a long time, he responded: "I agreed." Mao Wufeng's face showed resoluteness. After experiencing the defeat just now, Mao Wufeng finally understood. , I still need to fight and improve, because at the same level, killing ten thousand people is not truly invincible. There is still room for improvement. This is an opportunity. Only when a person loses the direction of cultivation, then this cultivator , such a strong person is also the most lonely. Mao Wufeng understands Yang Zhen's mood.
Therefore, only by improving yourself and constantly motivating yourself can you keep up and become truly invincible at the same level.
Spear Wufeng's spear reawakens.
"Thank you." Yang Zhen knew that Mao Wufeng was also hungry for strength.
"I'm leaving." Mao Wufeng walked out of the Baizhang space without any extra words.
"Zhao Wufeng was defeated?" Many talented people outside of Surabaya once again had a new understanding of the power of Canglan's hegemonic body.
"So strong. Among those of the same level, I'm afraid only those few people can suppress him." In the mind of a genius, several figures emerged. Unfortunately, those few people were not in the Prince's Palace here, but in the Prince's Palace. to the Fengwang Palace outside Surabaya.
"Finally won..." Although Qin Ningyi has confidence in Yang Zhen, he is her husband after all. If he says he is not worried, it is a lie. If it were not for the barrier at this moment, I am afraid Qin Ningyi would rush in immediately. Yang Zhen hugged her and then burst into tears.
"It's very powerful, but I will keep up with you and won't let you dance alone." Yu Bing occupies a throne, which is also the place where his father once fought. In order to commemorate his memory, Yu Bing did not take advantage of it. Taking advantage of her father's achievements is enough for her.
On the other side, Yang Pi and Qingzhen have been fighting for more than 600 rounds. After Qingzhen's Dharma was shattered, he seemed to feel that he was neither broken nor established. The second true disciple of Qingyue Sect, he is worthy of being a figure at the top of the pyramid, and he finally showed his true potential at this moment.
But Yang Pi was not panicked. Even though he had fought for six hundred rounds, the connection between him and Chongjun Sword became more and more real.
"The full moon is full of empty space." Yang Pi once again displayed his most basic sword skills. At this moment, it was completely different from the beginning.
A full moon is full of gentleness and reserved killing, but is it really that simple? No, because change comes with it.
In the full moon, the shadow gradually became clearer, and a knife seemed to be able to reach the sky and the earth.
Following the light of the sword, the mighty force met the Qingyue Sword.
"Hmph!" Qingzhen was angry because he sensed Yang Pi's purpose. After a six hundred round battle, his opponent was using him to practice swordsmanship. This was unforgivable.
"You actually used me to practice swordsmanship, and you will pay the price." In Qingzhen's green moon, the flames rose.
"The price? I'll wait." Yang Pi's eyes were filled with blood. In the past few years, although he had eliminated a lot of hatred, the knife in his heart had never relaxed.
As the eyes change, the Chongjun Dao also improves.
There are strong and weak Qingyue double-edged swords. There is no doubt that Qingzhen's Qingyue double-edged sword is powerful, otherwise it would not occupy the second true inheritance of Qingyue Sect.
"Youyan is born, Qingyue kills." Qingzhen roared, hysterically, and poured all his cultivation into one sword.
It was as if this sword was the only one left waving in the hundred-foot space.
Yang Pi's full moon was squeezed out of existence in an instant.
"Is this going to separate life and death?" Yang Pi thought to himself. Indeed, what I did was a bit excessive, but there was no need to be so angry. You must know that there is still a little difference between yourself and Zhongjun Dao, just a little bit.
However, Yang Pi had to use his full strength again, because if Qingzhen's full blow was not taken seriously, the consequences would be very serious.
"Heavy Junhua, Wuye Knife." On the top of Yang Pi's head, a knife divided the heaven and earth, and the Wuye Fire burned.
"Yehuo Sword?" In the main hall, people finally noticed the changes in Yang Pi's sword.
"Karma Fire, this is the nightmare of many cultivators. I didn't expect that this person can actually kill it. The sword and bones are made of nature. It is truly worthy of its reputation." Many geniuses had a little more admiration in their eyes.
"So what about the Karma Fire Knife?" Qingzhen's face showed determination.
No one dares to underestimate the fire of karma, because it is the connection between the cultivator and the world, and it is also the turbidity that the cultivator cannot really get rid of. It is the shackles between the cultivator and the immortal.
"This swordsman uses his karma to condense a sword. This kind of courage is really rare."
"The two of them have put together a real fight, especially at this moment, which is really coming to an end. Who is stronger and who is weaker will be judged."
In fact, these geniuses are gradually losing confidence in their hearts. No one dares to speculate on matters related to karma.
Huhu...
The flames burned, the karma fire flew, and Yang Pi's sword light formed in an instant.
The brilliance of the sword lasted forever, and the surrounding world was originally shrouded in shadowy flames, but at this moment, it continued to retreat.
In the end, the two sides fought against each other.
"Cut!" Qingzhen's sword moved.
"Kill!" Yang Pi was also roaring, and two rays of light spanned the entire hundred-foot space.
"Is this the Wuye Dao?"
"Is this to shed all karma?"
Yang Pi's face turned pale.
As many geniuses said, the fire of karma is the shackles between the cultivator and the heaven and earth, and Yang Pi tried his best to slash out, which undoubtedly forced himself to be more dangerous.
But Yang Pi was confident that he could win with one blow.
Otherwise, Yang Pi would not dare to expose himself to the world easily.
In Qingzhen's hands, You Yan and Qing Yue coexisted, blending into each other, and the terrifying sword intent lingered around them.
At this moment, all Qingzhen's trump cards were merged into one sword.
Qingyue's double-edged sword, galloping, is truly as terrifying as Zhu Xian. In the vastness, the green moon flies side by side, whistling past.
A hundred feet of space, the distance shortened instantly.
Ding!
The metal trembled.
The two were instantly bounced away.
Laser again.
Ding!
…
There seems to be no end, no matter life or death.
In the entire hundred-foot space, swords collided, and there were explosions everywhere.
The fire of karma is bright and the blue moon is cold.
Every collision was completely the same as the battle that had just ended.
The hall shook, and it seemed like the lights of swords could be seen everywhere.
An ancient and desolate atmosphere enveloped the place, and ripples appeared on the barrier of a hundred feet of space.
"I didn't expect that this time the King's Palace would be so focused..."
"Ten thousand people are slaughtered, a Canglan hegemonic body, and now Sword Bone Tiancheng and Qingyue Youyan appear, they are truly worthy of the chaotic world..."
The swords intertwined, between light and death, the flames were hot and cold, blending and devouring each other.
No one can win, no one wins or loses.
puff……
puff……
Two streams of blood spurted out from their mouths as the two continued to violently collide.
But the sword showed no intention of stopping.
"I won't lose." Qingzhen roared.
The green moon is mixed with coldness, like a cold winter night. In the midst of the killing, it was extremely terrifying.
The fire of karma is burning, seemingly separated from the human world, and the light of the sword extends infinitely. His eyes were blood red, and he vowed not to back down until he killed this person.
The sword marks were still on Yang Pi's chest.
This is Yang Pi's hatred.
"Ah..." Infinite karma burned in Yang Pi's heart.
The long hair danced, the sword light flew, and Yang Pi's heavy Jun sword surpassed Wan Jun.
In the power, the spiritual power swept wildly, blooming the ultimate sword.
Huhu...
The world seemed to be divided into two.
Ding!
The Qingyue double-edged sword was split into two.
The Chongjun Sword, which was close to being a divine weapon, finally showed its edge at this moment.
The half-cut Qingyue double-edged sword is still flying.
laugh!
The sword was broken, but the sword mark on Yang Pi's chest was left again.
overlap together.
Yang Pi's face instantly turned pale.
Blood trailed down the corner of his mouth.
However, the heavy Jun knife fell on Qingzhen's shoulder.
His right arm flew up, and blood spattered on Yang Pi's face.
In the picture, blood filled a hundred feet of space.
"You still lost after all." Yang Pi's voice was trembling. Although the sword did not damage the origin, Yang Pi was also severely injured.
But Qingzhen no longer has any strength to fight anymore.
"Lost?" Qingzhen endured the pain, unable to accept the reality in front of him.
The moment Qingyue's double-edged sword broke, Qingzhen had already sensed the danger, but the failure at this moment made him unable to react for a while.
Yang Pi raised his hand and struck a palm. Due to the full force of the sword strike, the spiritual power in his body was exhausted, and he could only push the opponent away with one strike.
The broken sword was separated from his body, and Yang Pi could no longer stand. The heavy Jun sword supported him to prevent him from falling. Qingzhen's body flew upside down, and he was also unable to fight anymore.
Yang Pi was bleeding and his chest was stained red.
The hundred-foot space here was finally occupied. Yang Pi's body seemed to be squeezed dry, and he hurriedly recovered with his legs crossed.
Because of Qingzhen's failure, he was ruthlessly expelled from Baizhang Space. His scattered right arm was ruthlessly strangled, and Qingzhen retreated.
"Yang Ning, I tried my best." Yang Pi closed his eyes, and the knife swam inside his body.
"Brother Pizi." Yang Zhen felt nervous.
On the other side, Yang Ning finally reached the twentieth hundred-foot space.
