Chapter 1080

Chen Shaofeng is standing beside Zhao Hugo. He can clearly feel the change of his breath as the supreme elder.

The surging breath is like a running river, which gives people an unstoppable feeling at the same time.

"Sure enough, this is the momentum that a strong man should have."

Chen Shaofeng nodded secretly in his heart, and his whole body was excited by this surging feeling. Although he also felt that when the two reincarnation strong men fought, he gave himself a feeling of almost suffocation.

But this feeling is not so difficult to accept. A little adjustment of the yuan force in the body can also quietly dissolve some of it.

But now, standing next to Zhao Hugo, Chen Shaofeng has felt the feeling before, even if the two people don't make full efforts to fight.

Even this time, he not only felt that his breathing was a little difficult, but also felt as if he had a big hand grasping himself and exerting force bit by bit, so that the blood and even Yuan Li of his whole body began to have a sign of stagnation and unable to operate normally.

"Wait a minute, stay away from yourself. If you really want to fight, I may not be able to take care of you."

Zhao Hugo seemed to be able to feel that his momentum was making Chen Shaofeng feel uncomfortable. He didn't look back. He just pinched his neck and looked at the sword wood opposite with an extremely serious look.

Chen Shaofeng didn't speak, but nodded. He also looked up at the sword wood opposite. In an instant, he understood the reason why Zhao Hugo suddenly became so serious.

At this time, the sword wood had made the sword unparalleled. They retreated dozens of feet, and an amazing sword Qi was slowly released from his body.

With the release of these sword Qi, the air began to emit some very subtle but clearly audible impact sound.

These sounds were like countless sharp swords flying around him, hitting and rubbing.

"Sword Qi turns into shape!"

Chen Shaofeng's eyebrows tightened. As a practitioner of kendo, he naturally knew that the strength of Jianmu had reached a certain level.

Chen Shaofeng can make one sword Qi turn into shape at this time, but he can't make so many sword Qi turn into shape at the same time.

Listening to these dense impacts, Chen Shaofeng immediately felt his scalp numb. Fortunately, he didn't want to fight with the other party this time.

Although Chen Shaofeng has unimaginable confidence in his strength, he has never had any blind confidence, which is why he can defeat his opponents in so many battles.

"Such a large-scale sword qi transformation is indeed difficult, but this is also the level that people at the cultivation level of Jianmu should have. It seems that the rise of Yunxiao sword sect in this short century has its reason, not by luck."

Jianmu's expression also began to dignify, but his words turned and said with some boldness: "however, I yanhuangzong is not easy to bully. Although I yanhuangzong is not as good as before, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse. Today, I want you to see the real strength of yanhuangzong!"

With that, Zhao Hugo took one step and strode directly towards the sword wood. At the same time, the long sword in his hand gradually dispersed and replaced by a yellow flame like fire but not fire around his body.

As soon as this flame appeared, the whole battlefield seemed to be put into the stove in an instant, and the temperature increased a lot in just a moment.

"Burning yellow fire?!" Jianmu looked at the circle of fire on Zhao Hugo. He was stunned at first, and then his eyebrows beat slightly. He seemed to be uncertain in his eyes.

"That's right!" Zhao Hugo replied in a loud voice, with an unspeakable pride and pride in his voice.

This is a secret skill handed down by the ancestors of Yanhuang sect. Most people are not qualified to practice.

Among the few people who are qualified to practice, only a few have achieved little success in these hundreds of years. Zhao Hugo is one of them.

He has studied yanhuanghuo for many years. It can be said that no one in the whole yanhuangzong has reached his current state. Even if he looks at the history of yanhuangzong, he may have developed this ancestor of martial arts, who is more skilled than him.

Chen Shaofeng could not help narrowing his eyes when he saw the ring of slowly beating flame on Zhao Hugo. This ring of flame seemed to have no other characteristics except that the temperature was a little higher. In fact, there was heaven and earth inside.

"Burning yellow fire is fire but not fire. It has the high temperature characteristics of fire and the characteristics of soil." Chen Shaofeng quietly recalled his understanding of burning yellow fire in his memory, "inflammation is fire and yellow is soil. Fire can burn everything, and soil has solid defense ability."

Therefore, Zhao Hugo's circle of light yellow flame is a special martial skill that integrates the attack ability of flame and the defense ability of soil.

As a person who has also practiced flame martial arts, Chen Shaofeng knows the shortcomings of flame martial arts.

The flame is invisible. Although it has amazing lethality, it doesn't have any defense ability. It's OK at ordinary times. However, if a person who uses the flame martial arts meets an opponent of the same level with a sword, with the high temperature resistance of the sword, the person who uses the flame martial arts often doesn't have any advantage, but will be at a disadvantage everywhere.

Now, this burning yellow fire not only has the high-temperature advantage of fire, but also has the defense ability of earth attribute martial arts. It is a perfect martial art that can attack and defend.

"Hum, it's just a small burning yellow fire. I don't pay attention to it yet." Jianmu looked at Zhao Hugo who was constantly close to him and snorted coldly. However, although he said so, the yuan force in his body accelerated unconsciously. His face didn't look as relaxed as before, and the jingling sword collision sound became more and more intense.

"Really? Please try my Yanhuang fist first."

Zhao Hugo smiled faintly and stopped talking nonsense with the other party. He took the long sword in his hand, raised his right hand and blew it away at the sword wood.

With the blow of his fist, an earth yellow shadow like a snake and a dragon suddenly turned out. Along the direction of Zhao Hugo's blow, it was like an Earth Dragon taking off, and went guerrilla against the sword wood.

The sword wood standing in the middle of the air immediately felt a high temperature that seemed to be able to burn everything, and rushed to his face in an instant. The places where the Earth Dragon passed were distorted by the high temperature.