In an instant, the entire arena seemed to be flowing like water, with artistic conception flying.
"It's too scary..." The hero almost screamed, and through the barrier of the arena, he actually felt the artistic conception pouring out.
"Who is he?" The hero couldn't help but ask, but everything about Zhizu seems to be a mystery. No one knows where he comes from. As of now, no one has even seen what his trump card is.
The passing water is like this. Even though Qu Yang's eighteen strikes carry the power of heaven and earth, they still cannot play any effective role in the ruthless flow of water.
This is the rain falling back to heaven and earth, letting everything return to heaven and earth, just like Qu Yang's fierce attack should have returned to heaven and earth.
"This kind of defense is really refreshing to me..." Even though Yang Pi has extraordinary combat experience, seeing Zhizu fighting like this at this moment, he can only shake his head, because he simply can't do it.
The eighteen blows seemed to completely disappear with the flow of water, without any shocking waves at all.
The world gradually returned to calm, and the artistic conception gradually calmed down.
Qu Yang's mood was a little depressed. Qu Yang's talent was already very abnormal. He could even enter the top twelve. Naturally, his combat power was extraordinary. However, Zhizu was like a wall, blocking him from the top eight.
"I lost..." Although Qu Yang was very unwilling, Zhi Chou was so powerful that he was powerless. Qu Yang was defeated even before he saw Zhi Chou's attack.
"Actually, you can still be stronger..." Zhizhu was not happy because of his victory, and his mood was already normal.
With that said, the two of them jumped off the ring.
In the second arena, the battle between Yang Ning and Yin Hun gradually became clear.
As Yang Ning regained control of the Killing Sword, the artifact instantly gained a backbone, and the powerful sword intent extended again along with the blood-red thread.
Yang Ning didn't know why the blood-colored space that looked like a battlefield turned into this little space, but it was precisely because of the changes in the blood-colored space that the sword spirit was born. Compared with before, the sword-killing sword was more spiritual.
Especially this time when Yang Ning's sword bones transformed, this feeling was particularly clear.
"Is this the sword spirit?" Yang Ning's mind faintly saw a bit of red light, wandering in that bloody space, but dominating the lethality of the sword.
A sword glows with blood again after a lifetime.
Sizzling...
Although the shock wave was still approaching Yang Ning, as Yang Ning took control of the killing sword again, the speed had slowly stopped, and finally it was stagnant in mid-air.
At this moment, Yang Ning only had one feeling, that is, the killing sword seemed to be integrated with his arm. In a word, it was very handy.
Although there is still a faint pain left in the body, it is already within the range that Yang Ning can bear.
There was no space of three feet, and a green shirt was already fluttering again under the stimulation of spiritual power.
Between the long hair, the sword intention surged, and Yang Ning increased his strength again, because Yang Ning did not want to fail, because Yang Ning's goal was to be the first in the martial arts club. As for the Red Lotus Dynasty, Yang Ning did not care about it. Ning paid more attention to the whereabouts of his parents.
Since Yang Shengfeng left that year, except for Ding Mo, this is the first time Yang Ning has learned about his parents, so Yang Ning will not give up.
The sword intention poured into his right arm, and with the blessing of the sword bone, its power increased again. Especially the remaining three feet of sword intention in Yang Ning's body, which was all blessed by Yang Ning in one sword life.
The blood-red dots and blood-red lines once again extend infinitely.
One sword brings life, one sword kills, one sword separates yin and yang, and one sword divides life and death.
The blood-red thread opened the way with the tip of the sword, finally separating the intertwined eyes in the air.
One sword to heaven, one sword to hell.
The two eyes that were originally intertwined were completely separated as the sword tip reached.
"No……"
"This is impossible..." Yin Hun was anxious, because if this continued, when the sword struck, he would have only one result, and that would be his head being split apart by a sword.
"Ah..." The essence and blood in Yinhun's body began to burn.
"Nirvana..." Yin Hun increased the intensity again, and all the spiritual power in his body was poured into the two eyes.
The sense of oppression rose sharply, and the intertwined eyes intertwined again, like a dragon or a snake, crushing the blood-red sword light.
But the good times did not last long. The blood-colored sword tip was too strong, and even Nirvana could not crush it.
Life and death are separated by Yin and Yang!
In just an instant, Killing Sword broke through the blockade of Annihilation and sprinted again.
keep going.
The shock wave has disappeared, and the two annihilating forces were opened by a sword. Yang Ning controlled the killing sword and went straight to the middle position.
Hiss...
The surrounding space was silent, but Yang Ning was safe and sound.
The power of the divine edge has been completely activated with the formation of Yang Ning's sword bone.
Sizzling...
Between the intertwining, the Killing Sword is unstoppable.
Getting closer.
"Done?" Yang Pi saw Yang Ning awakening to the battlefield again and opening his eyes with the killing sword again. He knew that the sword bone in Yang Ning's body was completely formed.
"Is the transformation completed?" Jiang Che also asked Yang Pi doubtfully.
Yang Pi nodded.
Yang Pi stared at Yang Ning's figure, but he recalled in his mind: Could it be that the three-foot space he had been deliberately cultivating was just to prepare for the sword bones?
Yang Pi was just guessing, but in the past, Yang Ning, no matter how the battle was, the three-foot space would linger around him, but during the process of Yang Ning's sword bone formation just now, the three-foot space disappeared...
No, maybe it was just a coincidence that he took advantage of the sword intention in the three-foot space...
Yang Pi couldn't be sure, but the formation of Yang Ning's sword bone was definitely a good thing.
This means that Yang Ning will go further in the future.
The silence of the eyes was divided into two, completely unable to cause any harm to Yang Ning.
The speed is getting faster and faster, and the tip of the killing sword is only three feet away from Yin Hun's eyebrows.
The intertwined eyes only lasted three feet.
"You lost..." Yang Ning didn't want to kill Yin Hun, because Yin Hun has powerful talents and will definitely be able to stand at the top of the mainland in the future, even if he is not as good as himself in the previous life.
"You..." The corners of Yin Hun's eyes were dry, and you could faintly see blood dripping. This was the backlash in his eyes after he overextended himself.
"Do you think I will kill you?" Yang Ning's killing sword stopped, three feet away from Yinhun's eyebrows.
Yin Hun said nothing, and his blood-red eyes gradually returned to their normal color.
"You worship your father, and there is nothing wrong with that, but you have neglected yourself."
Yang Ning's sword intention began to converge, and then said: "Li Luo Nan Bo Eyes, one of the seven wonders of the world, you are blessed with unique blessings, why don't you take a long-term view? The continent is so vast, why should you be confined to one continent? Land?" Yang Ning didn't know why she said this. Maybe it was because she didn't want to see a strange-eyed owner die, maybe it was because of the relationship between the brothers who had passed away. In short, Yang Ning took back the killing sword.
"Hate will blind your eyes, hate will make you lose your mind, hate will make you lost, and you can even lose sight of the future. I hope you can let go of hatred and make yourself stronger..."
After Yang Ning finished speaking, he looked at Yin Hun, hoping that his senior brother could understand, but Yang Ning was always prepared. After all, people's hearts are unpredictable. If Yin Hun really can't let go of hatred, then Yang Ning must kill Yin Hun. .
Yin Hun's eyes have returned to normal at this moment, and the body under the black robe seems to be much weaker. He has always been targeting his father. This has always been the case, but he rarely looks at himself. .
The figure under the black robe stayed for a long time and finally spoke.
"I lost..."
When Yang Ning heard this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Although Yin Hun didn't have much fighting power at the moment, a counterattack by Qimu would always leave him injured, but it would be best if Yin Hun could let go.
"Congratulations!" After Yang Ning said this, she sheathed her sword and flew away from the ring.
Yin Hun's body was a little tired, but when he admitted his failure, he seemed to have regained some strength. The black robe gradually took off, revealing a pair of dark eyes.
The ghost at this moment has changed.
The sun shines on my body and I feel so warm.
At this moment, the ghost will no longer target his father, but will have a broader stage.
"Thank you..." The voice was very low, only he could hear it, but Yin Hun knew that Yang Ning could hear it, and that was enough.
Yang Ning walked off the ring, but was surrounded by Jiang Che, Yang Pi and others.
"What exactly have you transformed into?" Jiang Che was the first to speak, and couldn't help but be curious, because even with Yang Ning's transformation, he could only be evenly matched with the Nirvana of the Yin Hun, but after the transformation, Nirvana was instantly gone. The power of resistance can be said to be a world of difference.
"Actually, it's nothing. I just accidentally transformed into a sword bone..."
"Accidentally...transformed the sword bone...you...what did you say? Sword bone?"
Jiang Che didn't take it seriously at first, after all, Yang Ning said it too easily, but as Jiang Che repeatedly mentioned the sword bone, he suddenly lost his composure.
Is this accidental? It's careless here and there, it's clearly an attack, okay...
Jiang Che: "..."
Feeling shocked, Jiang Che's long hair was messy in the wind.
Many geniuses around also heard Jiang Che's repetition. They thought it was nothing at first, but when they heard the word "sword bone", they instantly looked at the monster.
"Who is this?"
"Monster?"
"Does it mean that the sword bone is generated?"
The looks around him gradually became weird, and even those looking at people like Yang Pi and Yang Zhen felt a little inferior.
"Could it be said that birds of a feather flock together and people flock together?"
"Sword bones, sword bones, divine bodies, and half-humans and half-animals, the sword intention is powerful..."
For a time, Yang Ning and everyone were surrounded by many people.
And above the ring, the battle in the third ring is not over yet.
Only two of the six Buddhist tones of Xiu Ya have yet to appear. Hengzhuo's tall body seems a bit weak in front of the huge Buddha shadow, but even so, Xiu Ya, with the power of four tones, still has no power. Let Heng Fang launch the attack.
It's just defense, but it also consumes a lot of money for repairing teeth.
Xiu Ya's expression was no longer solemn, and beads of sweat could be seen rolling down his forehead.
"mum……"
The sound was still loud, and the strange fluctuations instantly enveloped the sound.
Hua Shengzhang also defended with all his strength. Even though Heng Sheng wanted to fight back very much, Heng Sheng couldn't resist at all due to the overwhelming power.
At this moment, Heng Fu could only feel the roaring in his ears, and the sound of the bell made Heng Fu unable to calm down at all.
"Watson Chapter - Ring Spirit..."
The powerful spiritual power rose completely with Heng Sheng's roar. The violent spiritual power was like a storm, resisting the sound of "Mi". However, even though Heng Sheng had perfect defense, it was the power of the six Buddhist tones after all. Over the past few days, the word "swastika" has become clearer and clearer.
Keep pressing down towards Hengfang.
Persistence... Hengfang knew that he could only persevere and wait...wait for the end of the six tones of Buddhism. At that time, it would be Hengfang's moment of counterattack.
