The encounter between the two people caused a trace of panic to flash across the face of Ronxiang, who had been standing there with her hands outstretched.
Ronxiang didn't expect that these two people would meet together.
"What? Are you anxious?"
There was murderous intent in the voice of the Holy Son, and the morning sun that had just risen felt a bit cold.
Ronxiang said nothing because he knew Heng Sheng's character, and Heng Sheng said this, which meant that Heng Sheng knew what happened in the palace of the Sixteen Kingdoms of Surabaya.
According to Miao Valley's rule, a saint cannot show her true colors before getting married. This is also a taboo for every generation of saints, but in this generation, something went wrong.
Although this matter was known to Heng Fang and was not publicized, it eventually became a barrier between the two.
Moreover, according to Miaogu's rules in each generation, a saintly daughter can only marry a saintly son. This is the case in every generation. Because of childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, this tradition has been continued.
But this generation still made mistakes, because the people behind this generation did not like the Son. Especially after the royal conferment of the Sixteen Kingdoms in Surabaya, Ronxiang's character seemed to have changed.
A thorough analysis found that there was no one else except this repair tooth.
"If you don't speak, does that mean you're acquiescing?" Heng Fang turned around and looked at Ronxiang, who was very close at hand, and a faint fragrance came.
In the past, Heng Sheng felt that he liked this taste very much, but now, Heng Sheng had no such intention at all.
"No..." The voice was a little weak, giving people a weak feeling.
"No?" Heng Fang looked at Xiu Ya who was already walking towards the ring, and then said, "Then I'll kill him."
Heng Fang said yes, and walked towards the ring without giving Ruan Xiang a chance to speak.
The sunlight in the sky gradually became colder as Heng Sheng walked by, and the strong murderous intent was completely revealed as Heng Sheng moved forward.
There was a bit of worry on Ronxiang's face under the gauze. Even she herself didn't notice it. Ronxiang didn't know when she would remember this lay disciple of Buddhism. The coarse clothes and straw shoes seemed to be revealing. The moment she took off her veil, something changed after all.
"Don't... don't..." Ruan Xiang whispered softly subconsciously. But at this moment, Heng Fang had already begun to enter the ring and could not hear the soft murmur.
"Let's take action!" Heng Tuo's tall body was burly, but murderous intent was already lingering around him, and he seemed to be on the verge of rage.
Xiu Ya's face was calm. He didn't understand why the other party had murderous intentions towards him, but he had heard of Miao Gu Shengzi's reputation.
Immediately, he launched his strongest defensive state. A Buddha statue began to slowly appear behind Xiu Ya, and at the same time, he began to gather spiritual power while concentrating.
"Amitabha……"
With one hand raised in front of his chest, he looked solemn.
"Om..."
The six notes of Buddhism echoed again.
A huge sound began to ripple in the sky.
The buzzing sound was like a tide, like thousands of horses galloping towards Heng Sheng.
"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, and the tall body started to charge.
A powerful momentum, along with murderous intent, rushed towards the sound waves.
Kaka...
There was a violent explosion in the sky.
In the second arena, Yang Ning and Yin Hun had been fighting together for a long time, and their cold eyes made Yang Ning feel overwhelmed for a while.
In the battle with Yin Hun, both of them were very familiar with each other, but the Yin Hun at this moment and the Tianmu before were in completely different moods.
Because the ghost at this moment only has endless killing intent towards Yang Ning.
"The eyes that destroy delusion - burn and destroy!"
In the eyes, the blood-red light gradually burned, and the cold eyes followed Yang Ning's footsteps and shot up in the sky.
"Death!" Yinhun immediately used his strongest attack at the beginning, leaving no spare hands at all.
Yang Ning didn't understand why Yin Hun had such deep hatred for him, but Yang Ning gradually understood one thing, because Yang Ning once killed someone, and that person was Yin Hun's younger brother.
Maybe he just wanted to avenge his brother. Yang Ning thought so, and between Yinfenggu, Yang Ning killed Yinsha without any guilt. After all, at that time, Yang Ning only had hatred for Yinfenggu. Although he was weak, Yang Ning was never afraid.
It wasn't until later that I met Yin Hun, and formed a posthumous friendship with Yin Hun.
"I'm sorry about your brother. After all, Yinfeng Valley massacred my Yang family village. It was because of you that I let go of my hatred. Do you really have to force me like this?" Yang Ning began to be dissatisfied.
"Forcing each other?" Yinhun heard Yang Ning's words, his eyes gradually stopped, and said: "Put aside my brother's matter for now. Do you know that it was because of you that my father's life was ruined... "Yin Hun said, his mood gradually becoming irritable.
"Your father?" Yang Ning then remembered that because of Yin Wuwu's rash participation in the tribulation, Yin Wuwu might not be able to enter the mountaineering realm for the rest of his life. However, this somewhat surprised Yang Ning.
"I didn't expect that Yin Qingqing was so important to you." Yang Ning was also a little surprised. Yang Ning had met the two brothers Yin Hun and Yin Sha at Chen Yan's burial place a long time ago. However, at that time, because of his age, Because of this, when he was in Taiyi College, Yang Ning didn't recognize him. Yang Ning also didn't expect that a Yin Wuqing who was obsessed with dominating the world would have such an impact on Yin Hun.
"My father is the person I admire most in my life. It's because of you that you ruined his lifelong dream..." Yinhun said, his eyes flashing again.
"Hey..." Although Yang Ning has experienced father's love in this life, Yang Ning does not understand the psychology of a ghost.
But Yang Ning will not wait for the ghost to kill him.
The killing sword kept passing through the ring, the blood-red sword intent and the eyes constantly intertwined. Every collision was like the power of a mountain collapsing and the earth shattering.
The strength of Yinhun has improved a lot since the battle of the Sixteen Kingdoms in Surabaya. Especially with the improvement of cultivation, the power of Qimou has become stronger and stronger. At this moment, Yang Ning believes that if the sword in his hand is just a spiritual weapon, If so, I'm afraid he would have been shattered by this look.
The blood-red sword slashed out a curtain of blood again, shattering his eyes. Yang Ning's hands began to shake rapidly, because Yang Ning discovered that the eyes of Yin Hun were filled with the heat of soul fire.
This kind of gaze made Yang Ning feel dangerous.
The sword collapsed in forty ways.
This is Yang Ning's strongest sword move except for one sword move.
The power of collapse continued to pour into the killing sword, and the blood-red sword blade began to spit out at a very fast speed, flying towards the light coming from it.
Rumble…
Blood red spread across the ring, and scorching flames began to burn, burning the surrounding space.
The power of collapse also shattered the eyes bit by bit, and the sword intent wiped out the flames spreading around bit by bit.
However, the sword intent of Yang Ning's sword began to gradually fade as his eyes continued to output.
At this stage, it can be said that neither of them can do anything to the other.
The two sides intertwined, their eyes were sharp, and the sword light was not weak at all. There was a real fire between the two.
Compared to the second and third arenas, the first arena was relatively calm. No matter how Qu Yang attacked, he could feel that the opponent seemed to be like a vast ocean. No matter how sharp the attack, the opponent was always there. It can be resolved easily.
"What kind of monster are you?" Qu Yang was very angry, but the flames of anger were like being poured cold water on him.
In Qu Yang's hand, there was a spear, but at this moment, the spear could not feel the domineering power of the spear at all. Instead, it was easily resolved by Zhi Zhu every time, giving Qu Yang an illusion.
The person in front of me is a monster.
"Use your strongest attack..." Zhizuo's voice was very calm, as if he was going shopping.
Every defusing move is very ordinary, but every time I take action, I always feel as if everything comes naturally.
"This..." Even the heroes watching the battle under the ring couldn't help but want to praise him at this moment, because the heroes finally saw the clues in Zhizuo's fighting style.
"What? What did you find?" Yang Zhen asked hurriedly. Yang Zhen was also quite curious about Zhizu.
"His... perception of heaven and earth is really too high..." The hero thought that he was already very familiar with the artistic conception, but now, he saw someone stronger.
"Are you saying that his fighting method uses artistic conception?" Yang Zhen was quite curious, because he always felt that every time the opponent could turn decay into magic, it would never be simple. However, the hero told him that the opponent was just The use of artistic conception made Yang Zhen somewhat regretful.
However, it also shows from the side that Zhizu's combat consciousness and combat experience are really terrifying.
"Yes, the other party's control over the surrounding artistic conception has reached a terrifying level..."
The hero looked at the movement that was taking place at this moment to resolve the spear attack, and said: "Look, his bending is like the breeze blowing, everything comes naturally. Little does he know that this breeze is brought by the spear, but it is used by the enemy easily. Defeated Qu Yang’s attack..."
Following the hero's explanation, Yang Pi also set his sights on the first arena.
"You're saying that this Zhizu is using Qu Yang's attack to defuse the attack. Isn't this tantamount to cheating?" Yang Zhen said in surprise.
"This person's fighting consciousness is too terrifying..." Yang Pi couldn't help but support him.
However, Yang Zhen became more and more confused as he listened, feeling like a book from heaven, with a confused look on his face.
When the hero saw Yang Zhen's expression, he immediately felt that his half-day explanation was entirely about the dog.
However, the hero also understands that who can let someone else be the favored child of God? Moreover, Yang Zhen’s cultivation method is completely overbearing. He only cultivates momentum and artistic conception, which is indeed too useless for the other party.
However, Yang Pi saw something, and his eyes were fixed on Zhi Zhu on the ring, as if he had some realization.
In the third arena, the battle between Heng Fang and Xiu Ya has also entered a fierce stage.
"Ni!" The second sound of the six Buddhist tones sounded, and the huge virtual image behind Xiu Ya became clear again, and the violent sound was refreshing.
"Hmph, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky are not close!" Although Heng Sheng wanted to kill Xiu Ya very much, but after the fight, he discovered that the opponent's cultivation level was indeed terrifying, especially his understanding of Buddhism, which made Heng Sheng even more scared. It was hard to make any progress for a while.
With a punch, golden flames shot out with the fist light and collided with the sound waves again.
On the chest of the huge Buddha image, a "swastika" symbol appeared, and Xiu Ya's expression gradually began to become calm.
"Ba..."
Like an aggressive sound, it hits Heng Fang's body.
"Every thought is not close." Heng Sheng's mind was united, and there was no chance to attack at this moment, because the sound wave was so terrible, so terrible that Heng Sheng felt that he was restricted and could only passively defend.
A golden halo gradually surrounded the tall body, and a layer of haze like golden light finally blocked out the sound waves.
"Well!"
Six tones come in again.
"Ugh..." He groaned, leaving a trace of bright red at the corner of Heng Fang's mouth.
The golden haze around Hengzhuo gradually began to fade under the impact of the sound waves, and finally disappeared.
"You succeeded in irritating me..." Heng Fang's face looked slightly ferocious.
