Chapter 363

The young man was not angry at the king's innocent words.

He stood high in the air, looking down indifferently, with a little consternation on his face.

"Interesting. You're more interesting than anyone I've met before. You've not only avoided my sword, but also dared to talk to me like this." the young man turned his mouth up slightly and said, "come on, tell me, which sect are you?"

"Don't say?" the young man saw that the other party just looked at him coldly and smiled coldly: "then I'll let you speak."

His voice fell, his left hand behind him did not move, his right hand held high, five fingers and one grip.

A flaming sword Qi ran through the sky and cut it off at you.

The sword Qi was like a long river of surging flames, and a sword broke the sky.

The terrible high temperature and sharp sword waves surged in the process of cutting off. In an instant, all the mountains, rocks and trees on both sides of the straight line within a hundred meters became powder in an instant.

"You are arrogant!"

The king rose up from the sky without evil, and the soldiers at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty were released and operated, and the combat power suddenly increased more than ten times.

The golden fist runs through the sky like a scorching sun, accompanied by the roar of dragons and tigers, and welcomes the sword Qi of each other.

Boom.

The violent afterwave of power surged like a mountain torrent, making the moment of their attack collision burst into a terrible ocean of energy.

Jun Wuye only felt a great force coming, which made his arm slightly numb. The whole person was impacted and fell back for more than ten meters. The space was hit as if it had collapsed, showing a broken illusion.

The young man did not move, but his face showed a different color: "yes, you can force me to take a sword with you. Well, you should feel great glory if you die here today."

"The man of the holy gate?"

Jun Wuye finally saw the origin of the other party.

The sword just now is clearly the Yanyang sword of Shengmen.

He has fought with the people of the holy gate several times. Naturally, he is no stranger.

"Yes, it's true that Yan Chengting, the third true biography of xiazhongzhou holy gate in the contemporary era." the young man reported his name and said with a cold smile on his mouth: "remember, who died in your hand today, and you have the capital to boast in the yellow spring."

The cold light in your innocent eyes flashed away.

Mysterious golden runes appeared in his pupils, and the true pupils opened at the beginning of the year.

Soon saw the opponent's realm and talent intensity.

The Yan Chengting has the peak of ten changes of the master. The king level nine talents have grown up. It is only one step away from the king level peak!

Moreover, from the two Yanyang swordsmanship he just performed, his understanding of Yanyang swordsmanship is more profound than Yanlin Bo and Yanrui. Even if the factor of true Qi intensity is put aside, his Yanyang swordsmanship is much stronger.

On the whole, Yan Chengting is much stronger than Yan LiNbO and Yan Rui, who rank 10th and 9th. It's ten times stronger, at least six or seven times stronger!

"Now, I give you death."

Yan Chengting walked towards Jun Wuxie in the void, still carrying it with one hand. The real Qi of the hot sun between the fingers of the right palm was swirling, and the palm glittered with fiery runes.

When he finished, his palms and fingers blasted forward. Suddenly, the sword Qi crisscrossed the eight wastelands, making the world tremble. Within a kilometer radius, there was a scene of destruction.

Jun Wuye fought fiercely with his fists, which soon forced Yan Chengting to use both hands to suppress him.

Their bodies flashed in the air, pulling up the remnants of the sky and crashing madly.

With the spare efforts, it swept ten directions like a tsunami, one wave higher than another.

"I underestimated you."

Yan Chengting's offensive is more fierce.

He was surprised that he could not kill each other after hundreds of moves.

"Boast, you want to kill me, not enough!"

Jun Wuxie stepped on the top speed and always maintained a close fight with Yan Chengting.

He gave full play to his perfect close combat skills.

His fists and arms flowed with golden blood. In the battle, he was torn by the powerful attack force of the other party, and the bones of his hands were exposed.

"Waste of time, it's over."

Yan Chengting's body suddenly disappeared in front of Jun Wuye and appeared in the air more than 100 meters away.

"Yanyang · breaking the wasteland!"

He held his hands high, and a hot sun war sword made of real Qi appeared in his hand, flashing flame runes. A sword cut the world and cut it forward.

Qiang!

The sword of Yanyang fell down and evolved into a sword fan covering several kilometers.

Within the coverage of sword fan, the eight wastelands are broken!

The sword spirit is still high in the air, and the sharp sword meaning breaks the earth and cracks countless big cracks.

"Seven kill fist · mountain and river break!"

Jun Wuxie spread his arms, and the soldiers rushed into his fist and killed him.

The mountains collapsed and the rivers stopped flowing. The vision bloomed with the fist seal, covering the fan-shaped area in front, and collided violently with Yan Chengting's swordsmanship.

Boom!

The vision is dissipating and the sword Qi is collapsing.

Both bodies regressed at the same time.

Yan Chengting retreated two steps, but Jun Wuye was shocked to retreat dozens of steps, crushing the void.

He only felt the sharp pain in his arm, the churning of Qi and blood in his body, the displacement of his internal organs, and a mouthful of blood almost rushed out of his throat.

"Not dead yet?"

The corners of Yan Chengting's eyes beat slightly.

Anger finally appeared in his eyes.

"Yanyang burst palm!"

The sword Qi in his hand was restrained, and the dense red runes between his palms glittered.

His whole body was burning flames, just like a terrible creature coming out of the flame purgatory, rushed to Jun Wuxie one step, and blasted forward with his hands and fingers.

A buzz.

The sky trembled.

The palm prints of the scorching sun cover the front and bombard you with innocence.

In an instant, the earth sank, and each subsidence place was like a huge handprint.

Jun Wuxie is in the center of this attack, bearing unimaginable impact.

Before those palm prints came, he had a feeling of body disintegration.

"Seven kill fist · Yin Yang chaos!"

Without any hesitation, he punched directly.

Between fists, heaven and earth collapsed, Six Harmonies reversed, and Yin and Yang reversed.

The fist seal carries the vision to blast forward and collides with the bursting palm of the overwhelming hot sun.

Boom!

With the spare power, it was extremely violent and radiated in all directions, resulting in the terrible scene of space fragmentation and annihilation, which shocked Yancheng court and Jun innocent at the same time.

"Bastard!" Yan Chengting just retreated more than ten meters, quickly stabilized his body, and then rushed to Jun Wuxie like a burning meteorite, hitting the vision of burning the world: "Yan Yang burning the world fist!"

Jun Wuxie, who was shaken back hundreds of meters, saw the other party kill again.

His eyes had never been colder and his heart was calm.

The fierce vigorous wind brought by that punch made his facial muscles sag and deform.

But he didn't fight back.

Until, Yan Chengting rushed to the position more than ten meters in front of him with his fist.

He suddenly shot.

"Seven kill fist · eight wasteland cover!"

His fists, golden and dazzling, were like a condensed sun, facing the vision and fist of Yan Chengting.

"Die!"

Yan Chengting sneered.

At the moment when the two are about to collide.

Roar!

A magic roar moved the mountains and rivers!

Behind you, there was a hundred feet of magic.

His breath soared nine times in an instant!

He blasted out his fist, followed by a surge in power.

"You..."

Yan Chengting's pupils contracted violently and his face changed suddenly.

Such a close distance, such a short time, he had no time to perform the forbidden art and sublimate it forcibly.

Boom.

The golden fist pierced the vision of burning the world in the hot sun and killed it on the fist of Yan Chengting.

Poof!

Yan Chengting's fist broke on the spot, his whole arm burst open, and all his shoulder blades were blasted into blood mud.

The terrible impact ran through his body, breaking his meridians and internal organs. The whole person flew hundreds of meters away, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"You damn mole ant!!"

Yan Chengting was almost furious.

Although his right arm was gone and suffered a serious internal injury, his momentum increased wildly in an instant.

You are innocent. You step on the top of your body in an instant and are ready to kill him while he is ill.

As a result, the fierce punch was blocked by Yan Chengting's single arm.

A thick air shield appears on its body surface and has strong defensive power.

This punch just shook it away.

"Superposition of two forbidden arts?!"

Yan Chengting was covered with blood and his mouth was bleeding, but his eyes were crazy, like seeing prey, with a kind of morbid excitement.

I was too careless before.

I didn't expect that someone could stack the two forbidden arts.

So that he misjudged the opponent's ultimate combat power and suffered a great loss.

But now, he won't make such a mistake again.

After using the forbidden art, his power has increased nine times. Even if he loses an arm, he is confident to kill his opponent under his palm!