The battle is still going on. Yang Zhen and Heng Sheng are still facing each other head-on. As they are doing this, they consume the most spiritual power. Naturally, the battle develops faster than others.
"Wushuang - Divine Wrath..."
Yang Zhen's eyes were filled with golden and red light, and Fang Tian's painted halberd became a peerless weapon.
In anger, carrying Yang Zhen's terrifying divine power, he fell down.
"Hua Shengzhang - ten seals!" Heng Tie stood in the way. Compared to Yang Zhen's consumption, he consumed more. There was no way. Yang Zhen had a divine body, which to a certain extent gave him a unique advantage. This was Heng Sheng cannot have it.
He crossed his fists in front of his chest, condensing terrifying energy, with Heng Fang as the center, firmly protecting himself in the middle.
In the flash of lightning and flint, Fang Tian's painted halberd has fallen.
The violent wind and waves made Heng Sheng's steps a little unsteady, but these ten seals were also Heng Sheng's strongest defensive skills, and they had even reached the level of earth-level martial arts.
Click!
Fang Tian's painted halberd hit the center of the ten seals, which was naturally the center of defense and the strongest part.
If it falls on solid iron, it will make a sound like metal clashing, and the terrifying momentum will spread to both sides.
A burst of pain spread from his arms to Heng Tuo's mind, and an unpleasant feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
Cang Lan's hegemonic body is really too strong.
"Hua Shengzhang——Ten kills!"
Struggling to resist the blow, Heng Fang quickly used his own martial arts to forcibly raise his level, and came to attack.
This is an all-round attack, and it is also one of Heng Fang's trump cards. At the cost of overdrafting his body, he can kill completely from the sky and the earth, east and west, north and south, front and back, left and right.
This is also the only opportunity that Heng Sheng is looking for. Once he misses it, Heng Sheng also knows that this is his only chance to defeat the Canglan Tyrant Body, which ranks third among the top ten divine bodies.
"Wushuang - furious!"
Powerful flames poured into Fang Tian's painted halberd from Yang Zhen's arms. The entire halberd was like a dragon soaring. Under the control of Yang Zhen, a defense dominated by unparalleled momentum was formed around the body.
At the same time, Yang Zhen held one hand against the tail of Fang Tian's painted halberd, using a defensive posture to form an effective attack as he advanced.
Yang Zhen's character is like this, which makes him defend with all his heart. If he can't do it, even if he defends, it will be with a sharp aura, and even like this moment, it will directly turn into offense.
Since the battle, Yang Zhen and Heng Fang seemed to have to prove themselves and always wanted to attack with all their strength. This was the first time they saw Yang Zhen's defense, but they didn't expect this to be the result.
"Terrible enemy..." Such thoughts flashed across Hengtuo's mind, but as the Holy Son of Miao Valley, he would never allow failure. He was the king at the pinnacle. He had already missed an opportunity to prove himself in the King's Palace, so this time at the Martial Arts Tournament , is his own peak, and also the peak of the Martial Arts Association.
The tenacity reflected in his thoughts was the pride of Miao Valley Saint Son Hengfang.
Ten Kill's attacks are also in this pride, gradually becoming sharper and more impressive.
Yang Zhen also noticed the change in Heng Fang, his eyes turned golden and red. In an instant, blood dripped from Yang Zhen's tiger's mouth. This was due to the shock of the ten kills, which caused the tiger's mouth to crack.
The bright red blood stained the palms of his hands.
"Wushuang - violent!"
Gold and blood red emerged on Yang Zhen's body, and Canglan Hegemony finally reached the peak of Yang Zhen's cultivation.
A square-shaped painted halberd buzzed faintly.
The unparalleled power turned into ferocious anger. At this moment, Yang Zhen was a god and demon descended from the sky, completely becoming the incarnation of the god and demon.
Also because of Yang Zhen's full exertion, he felt unprecedentedly comfortable. This was a feeling that Yang Zhen had never experienced before.
It seems that this state should still be the aura that Canglan Hegemon still has, and it is also the embodiment of the greatest power of Wushuang Jue.
With long hair flying, gold and red intertwined, and terrifying auras poured onto Fang Tian's painted halberd.
Like a mountain, like the might of heaven descending.
"very scary……"
"Is this the Canglan Overlord Body?"
In the crowd, the expression under the veil of Luanxiang gradually became solemn. Maybe his mentality should change...
"Canglan Overlord is indeed the third-ranked existence among the top ten divine bodies..." Ruanxiang couldn't help but think of the departed figure, because he had looked for Canglan Overlord before leaving.
"Senior Brother Hengfang, please forgive me for betraying you in this life. See you again in the next life..." Perhaps Ruanxiang didn't want to face anything, so she chose to leave at the most critical moment of the battle between the Holy Son Hengfang and Canglan Hegemony.
Ronxiang left without anyone noticing, leaving a sad sigh in the air.
"Canglan Tyrant Body is truly well-deserved." Old Man Zhuo also naturally noticed Yang Zhen's soaring momentum at this moment, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious.
"The third ranked divine body is already so powerful. I really can't imagine how powerful the first and second ranked divine body is..." Teng Ziming didn't mean to compliment Yang Zhen, but at this moment I was impressed by Yang Zhen's momentum.
"Huashengzhang——Qilu!"
Seven killing lights were projected from Heng Fang's fingers.
"He is..." Teng Ziming screamed.
Even Old Man Zhuo had a slightly awe-inspiring look on his face.
"How could this happen?" Old Man Zhuo was puzzled.
These two people are also the only ones who can accurately judge the horror of Heng Fang's move through the barrier of the arena.
Heng Fang actually used his heart's blood to condense all his spiritual power into seven rays of light, thus forming a terrifying attack.
With a fishy smell, it seemed as if hell on earth had descended, destroying the entire arena battle.
"It turned out to be a heart attack..." Yang Zhen was in the middle of the game, so he naturally realized the power of this power.
Immediately, he didn't dare to hide anything anymore. The fire of the soul burned, wrapping himself up, and a square-shaped painted halberd also burned completely.
"Fight!" A roar echoed across the arena, and a sky-high momentum instantly formed with Yang Zhen as the center.
Almost reaching the extreme, Fang Tian's painted halberd met the seven killing lights.
Rumble…
Fang Tian's halberd was bent...
The blood stained the arena and stained the clothes red.
It even stained the sky with blood.
"Is it over?" Qin Ningyi was so frightened by the collision that she turned pale and closed her eyes subconsciously.
"It's over..." Yu Bing couldn't believe that the mentality just now was over.
"How is he?" Qin Ningyi didn't dare to open her eyes, afraid of seeing the results she didn't want to see.
"He... is okay..." Yu Bing felt that his throat was choked. Yu Bing was very clear about Yang Zhen's state just now. This also proved how terrible the opponent Yang Zhen had experienced.
He is worthy of being the Holy Son of Miao Valley.
Yu Bing thought to herself, but the worry on her face gradually turned into joy.
There is nothing more joyful than watching the person you like standing tall. This is Yu Bing's mentality at the moment.
"Did he win?" Qin Ningyi slowly opened her eyes and looked at the independent figure on the ring. She was a little embarrassed, but she could feel that he was still there, and he was still the same person in her eyes.
"Won..." The eyes of the two women gradually turned to joy.
Heng was half-kneeling on the ring, his face pale, and where he knelt, there was a pool of black blood.
Yang Zhen's face was expressionless, and his cold voice came out: "Shengzi Miaogu, it's nothing more than that..." This was a naked humiliation, and it was also a kind of dissatisfaction for Hengfang who spared no effort to deal with him.
Yang Zhen was really dissatisfied. This was just an arena, and winning or losing at the moment didn't mean anything. However, this holy son of Miao Valley actually wanted to defeat himself even if he hurt his own origin. This was something Yang Zhen despised.
"Also, my friend asked me to tell you something..." Yang Zhen held Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, and a trace of paleness flashed across his face. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of money, but Yang Zhen still said it, "Rong Xiang" It's his." Of course, this sentence was said by Yang Zhen, and it also undermined Heng Fang's self-confidence.
"Yang Zhensheng!" As Teng Ziming announced the result, this arena took the lead in ending the battle.
"Really..." Yu Bing and Qin Ningyi immediately helped Yang Zhen, who had just stepped off the ring, and Qin Ningyi looked back and forth, fearing that the lover in his heart would be injured in any way.
"You're bleeding..." Compared to Qin Ningyi, Yu Bing's expression was still a little cold.
"It's okay..." Yang Zhen put away Fang Tian's painted halberd and stared at the two women. Naturally, he knew the two women's hearts. They had been worried about him and felt somewhat guilty.
The sun has tilted and it is beginning to approach evening, but today's Martial Arts City is extremely lively, and these geniuses are also extremely serious.
"Brother Yang, there is a better training room here, which can help you recover faster." Elder Zhuo ducked and came to Yang Zhen. As he spoke, he teleported Yang Zhen and pulled him down on the flying boat.
The door of a room was closed tightly. Old Man Zhuo motioned for Yang Zhen to enter, and then he ducked. Soon, Old Man Zhuo pulled Heng Fang in.
The room is next to the room where Yang Zhen is standing.
"This is a benefit for you top eight, don't worry..." Old Man Zhuo said with a smile, indicating that Yang Zhen didn't have to be wary of him, then supported Heng Sheng and went directly into the room.
Yang Zhen no longer hesitated and pushed the door of the room open.
What hits you is a massive amount of spiritual energy.
A smile gradually appeared on Yang Zhen's face. He liked such benefits.
Yang Zhen was not polite. He had consumed a lot just now. Even the richness of the aura here was very close to half of that of the Holy Crystal. You must know that the Holy Crystal was formed by taking over the heaven and earth, and the aura here actually had the power of the Holy Crystal. With half of Jing's strength, it is no wonder that the Red Lotus Dynasty can become one of the four great dynasties in the Western Wilderness.
Yang Zhen sat cross-legged, running the Wushuang Jue, and immediately began to swallow the sea. Dry meridians have appeared in the body, and with the nourishment of spiritual energy, they gradually begin to recover.
On the arena outside the martial arts city, Yang Pi's situation at the moment was very pessimistic. Ever since Qing Han relied on Qing Yue Dharma, Yang Pi felt that he was unable to do what he wanted. Every time he used his sword, his own strength was... The power of Jun seemed to fall on cotton, limp and completely without power.
Qinghan, on the other hand, was stretched thin every time he attacked. Could he just give up after being consumed like this?
Yang Pi was unwilling to give in, but except for the fact that he had not used his trump cards, even his sword bones had been mobilized by Yang Pi, but he still felt powerless.
"No, if we continue like this, we will definitely lose..." Yang Pi was not polite, and his combat power continued to increase. In an instant, he had six times the combat power.
"Remnant Devour..."
The dark sword gradually gathered in Yang Pi's hand as the sword's intention continued to roll. The powerful sword's intention, with its darkness, gradually condensed in the sky.
"Cut..." As the blade slashed down, it landed completely.
However, the target is not Qinghan who is already in Qingyue's Dharma Appearance, but the Dharma Appearance behind Qinghan.
Because Yang Pi knew that if he wanted to defeat Qing Han, he could only have a chance by cutting off the connection between this dharma image and Qing Han.
This is a martial skill that Yang Zhen gradually awakened as his strength improved after his inheritance, and this residual bite slash has also reached the peak of the elementary level of the earth. It can be said to be unpredictable, like the dark night falling.
"Brother Pizi, come on..." Qiuyan clenched her fists, hoping that her man would shine.
"Qingyue - Impact..." Qinghan can naturally see Yang Pi's intention, and Qinghan is in the Dharma, and has the Dharma to rely on. As long as the Dharma is not chopped into pieces by the opponent, he is innately invincible, but Qinghan But his thoughts will never rest on his laurels, because what he wants is not only to defeat Yang Pi, but also to kill him.
But Yang Pi's attack was really terrifying. In a short period of time, he was unable to resist at all.
