Looking at Dou Zhun, who was chasing him, Yuan Ye frowned and glanced backwards. He was already at the corner of his eyes. Thoughts flashed in his heart. Yuan Ye jumped his body and his feet bounced back. In the moment he came into contact with the wall, purple fighting spirit covered it. His legs bent slightly curled. Then there was an explosion. He fiercely reversed the thrust and shot Yuan Ye's body out.
In mid-air, with the help of the fierce thrust generated by the leap, Yuan Ye's Jingye Gun rotated forcefully for half a circle. After completely leveraging the force, it was mixed with fierce energy and shining dazzling light, and smashed down at Dou Zhun.
"Shaoyang Sword!"
Feeling the fierce energy brought by the shadows above his head, Dou Zhun frowned slightly. The sword in his hand turned violently, and a low shout. The tip of the sword was instantly wrapped in a faint green wind. The wind blew over, and the air around him seemed to be torn apart. After the sword stuttered slightly, it was covered with a sound of wind breaking through his eardrums, and it hit the dark night gun heavily.
"Ding!" The loud sound of gold and iron intersecting suddenly sounded in the courtyard, and it lasted for a long time.
It has to be said that the gap between Tiansheng and Ancient Immortal is indeed very large. As a master close to the ancient immortals, Dou Zhun's fighting spirit is far beyond that of Yuan Ye.
While Dou Zhun was fighting Yuan Ye head-on, he waved his other hand suddenly, and with a crisp sound, he actually hit the Jingye gun in Yuan Ye's hand out of his hand.
The Jingye Spear flew into the sky, and Yuan Ye's face changed wildly, and he was about to rush to rob him, but Dou Zhun smiled proudly and coldly, and his body rose first. With the help of the light effect of the wind-attributed fighting spirit in his body, he quickly flashed under the Jingye Spear, and then he stretched out his right palm and grabbed it in his hand.
As soon as he held the Jingye Gun in his palm, the Jingye Gun suddenly shook darkly. In an instant, Dou Zhun's hand holding the gun could wither.
Without thinking about it, quickly throw away the Jingye Gun.
Yuan Ye's thought moved and the Jingye Gun automatically returned.
"***, what a weird weapon!"
"Hehe, let you steal my baby! Look at the move... the fifth sword will be slashed!"
The cold shout in my heart, the Jingye Gun was instantly blurred, lifting heavy weights as lightly, and carrying objects. The entire gun body was suddenly filled with shocking ferocious force. The gun tip brought out the sound of tearing the air and smashed it hard at Dou Zhun's back.
The powerful energy suddenly came from behind him, causing Dou Zhun's face to change wildly, and the fighting spirit in his body surged wildly, and the fighting spirit on his body became much stronger again. In an instant, Dou Zhun turned around and stabbed.
Knives and guns collided.
"Bang!"
A huge dull sound quietly sounded in the courtyard. Although it was low, it contained a sense of real power. If the hidden power hidden behind the sword was too strong.
The fierce force from the Jingye Spear made Dou Zhun's face turn suddenly pale, and his body retreated violently. Fortunately, at the last moment, he supported the ground with his palms and rolled in the air agilely in the air. Finally, his body staggered a few meters away.
As soon as his body stood firm, he had not had time to ***, Dou Zhun's face changed again. As his heart turned casually, the surging Dou Qi in his body quickly sneaked into the rocky gun and wrapped a dark force in.
But it's too late.
"Bang!"
Another low muffled sound, Dou Zhun's body trembled violently, and a painful groan came from his throat, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.
“What a pity…”
Looking at Dou Zhun, who was not too seriously injured, Yuan Ye shook his head regretfully. The damage to him by the fifth sword was far smaller than he expected. Seeing that, he underestimated the strength of the ancient immortal-level powerful man.
After erasing the blood at the corner of his mouth, Dou Zhun's face was filled with a ferocious look. Last time he was chased by himself, this time he was so embarrassed by this kid. At that moment, Dou Zhun stared at Yuan Ye resentfully and said with gritted teeth, "Okay... okay... good kid, I really underestimated you!"
With his palm suddenly clasped the sword tightly, Dou Zhun said grimly, "I see you have used all your strength, but I haven't started yet!"
Dou Zhun's body was filled with fighting energy as he spoke, and the light blue fighting energy attached to the big knife, as if a layer of cyan energy film was pasted on the blade.
"The Wind Severe!"
The big sword in Dou Zhun's hand suddenly danced wildly, and the afterimages of the blue big swords continued to appear in front of him one after another, looking like a dense knife net formed in front of Dou Zhun.
This move is another move, the ancient immortal-level move with wind attribute! Looking up at the energy attached to the battle knife, Yuan Ye's face was also solemn, and he slowly let out a breath. The fighting spirit in his body suddenly rushes. On the Jingye Gun, the same green light suddenly surged. Because the green wind caused the surrounding space to look a little blurry and distorted.
"The Seventh Sword of the Demon-Sealing Demon... rhythm!"
Holding the illusion of the Shocking Night Spear tightly, Yuan Ye let out a low and light shout, and his body suddenly moved. His soles of his feet slowly stepped on the void, and a afterimage shot towards Dou Zhun, who was also astonishing as the sunset.
At the same time, Dou Zhun felt the other party's terrifying pressure, and gritted his teeth. At this time, he did not retreat, because he would die if he retreated! Dou Zhun, who knew this very well, had to pour the fighting spirit in his body into the sword without any chance, and then bombarded the Yuan Ye who was shooting over.
"boom!"
The huge violent sound almost overturned the courtyard. At the intersection of the two wind-attributed ultimate moves, huge cracks spread like spider webs until they spread across several houses, trembling slightly, and the room collapsed.
In the green light, the space was slightly silent. Then a shadow shot out, spurting blood in the air. Finally, it was hit hard on the wall. Suddenly, the wall instantly turned into a ruin, filled with smoke.
In the courtyard, the breeze blew, and the dust gradually dissipated. Yuan Ye's figure holding a stern gun slowly emerged.
"Hmph, your move last time was only a little bit more than my Lei Yan sword. Now my strength has increased greatly and I can produce a rhythmic sword. The power of the rhythmic sword is three times that of the Lei Yan sword. I think you are undefeated!" Yuan Ye sneered, but his face was very pale. The rhythmic sword had to mobilize all the wind attribute power around to produce it. Even Yuan Ye is now, it is almost 90%.
Yuan Ye pushed his palm towards the corner of the dusty wall, and a strong wind swept away the dust, revealing a piece of ruins below it. There was a slightly twitching body under the ruins.
Yuan Ye's dark eyes were cold, and he coughed a few times again, slowly dragged the Jingye Gun to the ruins. The Jingye Gun in his hand, and with a bang, knocked a piece of gravel away, revealing the pale face and embarrassing Dou Zhun below.
"It seems that the outcome is clear."
At this time, Dou Zhun's legs had been broken, his pale face was extremely terrifying, and his breathing was getting lower and lower. Obviously, he had reached the point where he had exhausted his oil.
"Little bastard, I still underestimate you!" A weak voice came from Dou Zhun's mouth intermittently. However, although the voice was low, the resentment in it did not diminish at all.
Yuan Ye chuckled, without answering, his eyes were still indifferent, and he did not feel any pity because of Dou Zhun's miserable situation at this time.