Yi Lin was not as strong as Zhang Yang, and was slashed away by the battle axe and flew backwards!
"Silk line!" Zhang Yangqing's eyes were covered with thin red lines, and he hurriedly retreated, raised his left fist and hit the red line. [】
"bite!"
The energy red line was shattered and did not wrap around Zhang Yang's neck, but the penetration power of the thin line was extremely strong, and it had already slashed Zhang Yang's fist into a small blood hole.
All the people present also changed their color. The eight masters had already fought with Yi Lin and knew that the opponent was strong and the attack was powerful.
As Yi Lin's elder brother, Yi Feng also knows that his brother has a high talent and a high understanding of swordsmanship. The momentum of the sword alone makes it difficult for many people to catch it. His real strength is comparable to that of ordinary five-star masters.
Now Zhang Yang is fighting against Yi Lin with a peak martial artist, but he is not at a disadvantage. He also cuts the latter away with an axe. Everyone is surprised by the powerful combat power.
Wu Yu was surprised by Yi Lin's combat effectiveness.
Qi Xinglong is also a three-star master. When he fought against Zhang Yang, he was seriously injured by Zhang Yang in just a few moves. Now Yi Lin is in a state of no difference with Zhang Yang, and even injured Zhang Yang's fingers. His combat power is so strong that he can't stop.
Yu Zhangyang!
The combat power of warriors in special martial arts bodies can be seen!
"Dang thump!"
Taking two steps back, Yi Lin reached his brother Yi Feng, and Zhang Yang's eyes changed from contempt to interest, as if he had reached a strange prey.
Wu Yu appeared beside Zhang Yang and said, "How is it? How strong is his flame?"
"It's okay, it's not much different from my flame. Its yang attribute is very strong. His sword energy is all flames. There is a silk thread that attacks not low." Zhang Yang showed off the back of his left hand, showing a small blood hole in the needle's eye.
Yi Lin's arrogant voice sounded: "You can catch my sword in Zhanling. Your strength is good, but it is a delusion to want to get the Yuan Ling Stone for free. Remember, the person who killed you is named Yi Lin."
After saying that, Yi Lin rushed towards Zhang Yang again, and his body was lit with raging fire, like a fire ball hitting Zhang Yang, especially the long sword wrapped in flames burst out with blazing flames, and his murderous intent was hidden.
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"I'm so arrogant!" Zhang Yang said indifferently, and his figure shot towards Yi Lin. His battle axe with his hand burst into black light, his eyes were as deep as the sky, his fighting spirit was rising, and he was extremely excited.
The long-term life-and-death battle made Zhang Yang extremely chat. Now he met an opponent with an opponent with a strength that was almost the same as his own, and he was very happy!
"Kill a sword by killing the fire of the Ridge!" Yi Lin roared, pressing the ground with one foot, suddenly jumped up five or six meters, and raised his sword to slash.
A five-meter-long fire sword was formed, with a strong momentum that was overwhelming and hot, directly pressing down on Zhang Yang's head. Many people present felt the high temperature of the flaming sword!
"Rapider strike! Tiger Cannon Fist!" Zhang Yang roared, and his right battle axe slashed a huge black dragon head into the sky, and his left fist hit the big black tiger head, and the sound of the tiger roar was generated.
The dragon and tiger flew over, and the fangs leaked out, as if they were real, the scene was stirring, and they rushed towards the slashing fire sword!
"Boom boom!"
The attacks of the two sides collided with each other, loud bangs exploded, flames splashed, black lights swept, and the ripples of the Yuan energy were scattered for more than 50 meters, spreading throughout the stone chamber! The onlookers flashed the Yuan energy on the surface, and their surprise was still unabashed.
"Fight close." Zhang Yang thought to himself, black flames filled his feet, and his figure shot out. A black shadow rushed through the attack range of Yuan Energy and appeared beside Yi Lin.
Great power slash!
Zhang Yang slashed out with an axe, and ten long arcs of five meters were formed, leaning against the ground, rushing towards Yi Lin, instantly disrupting the latter's momentum of rushing forward.
"A little trick of carving insects." Yi Lin smiled contemptuously, ignited a flame on his left arm, stretched out one hand, and the huge flame palm directly captured the claws, snatching the ten long arcs, and grabbed Zhang Yang with unabashed momentum.
"Who is afraid of who!" Zhang Yang said, his long hair flew around the black flames, and his momentum was stirring up. His left fist shot out in a straight line, and a huge black fist rushed straight to the palm of the flames.
"Bang!"
Five or six meters apart, the black fist and flame palm that were more than three or four meters larger than the two sides collided! Zhang Yang and Yi Lin took a step back at the same time.
"Damn! Fight with me, fight for you to death!" Zhang Yang's eyebrows were upside down, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and he stepped forward, and his black fist hit him again, bombarding Yi Lin.
"It's just a matter of death!" Yi Lin's eyebrows were full of pride, and the flames were slapped out again, and it increased to five meters in size!
"Bang!Bang!Bang..."
The fist and palms collided, the red flames splashed, and the black Yuan could disappear. The two of them kept retreating, and they were already ten meters apart, but the rhythm of the attack had not changed, and they had an intention of becoming more and more crazy as they fought.
A two-star master said in surprise: "It's all crazy! This kind of attack is hindered by continuous impact, it's simply terrible!"
"There are less than twenty masters in that team. It turns out that some martial artists are so strong. You have to pay attention to martial artists in the future. Maybe you will encounter such dangerous people."
"Everyone has experienced this Yi Lin's strength, but the martial artist who just emerged is so powerful. No wonder he is favored by such stunning beauties." A master Wu Yudao, but did not dare to show any other thoughts.
Because of the strength shown by Zhang Yang, a single punch may break some of the one-star masters’ muscles and bones. Who dares to touch a strong woman? Unless there is a problem with her brain.
"Bang!Bang!"
Zhang Yang and Yi Lin continued to collide, retreating at each other, footprints of trampling cracks appeared on the ground, and the central area where the two collided was even more rock chips and potholes. Some of the surrounding corpses were attacked further away by the two, or
It is the slash of bleeding mist.
The others also retreated towards the stone wall because the aftermath of the two of them had too much trouble in their battle.
Zhang Yang is strong, but his skills are not as good as Yi Lin. Another big collision, his mind turned sharply: "Just focus on fighting. My skills are not enough to consume so much. Maybe there will be a fight in a while. If I fight too much
It's not good to make mistakes."
Thinking that the consequences might be beyond his expectations, the battle axe disappeared, and Zhang Yang's feet were filled with black flames, and a stream of shadows slid past, suddenly disappeared, and rushed towards Yi Lin.
"So fast!" Yi Lingang was surprised. Zhang Yang had already arrived in front of him!
Zhang Yang arrived in front of Yi Lin and fought in close combat. He swept out with his leg and the sound of the wind was like a dragon waving its tail.
Yi Lin looked plain, and he drew his sword and slashed towards Zhang Yang's sweeping calves.
"Bang!"
The two sides attacked each other in close combat.
"How could it be?" Yi Lin changed color instantly, and the flames on the long sword were kicked away by Zhang Yang. At the same time, the long sword was bent, and his arms could not stand Zhang Yang's great force, and he staggered and his steps were shifting!
As Zhang Yang swallowed more and more energy, his strength grew sharply, and even a random blow could reach 30,000 to 40,000 pounds. It was hard for ordinary masters to bear it.
Tiger tail slap!
Zhang Yang's figure disappeared again, and he turned around and kicked it, as if a tiger was swaying around his waist. His long tail was pulled out in an instant, and his move was so fast that he only had a phantom!
Yi Lin staggered and moved, of course his body was a little unstable. He was attacked by Zhang Yang again and became extremely dangerous, but his eyes did not show a panic look.
I saw him supporting the ground with one palm, his body was horizontal, avoiding Zhang Yang's kick, his sword pierced the ground, suddenly bent, stretched straight in an instant, his body flew backwards, and then straightened up.
Yi Lin put away his arrogant expression and said calmly: "I admit that you are very strong in terms of strength, but your skills are not as good as mine, otherwise you wouldn't suddenly change your tricks."
Zhang Yang said: "I am a martial artist, and my skills are not as good as you. Your flame is quite powerful, but for my five elements fire belonging to Yin, your positive flame is not very useful."
Yi Lin's long sword swallowed and spitted flames, sparks began to bloom outside his body, the indoor air suddenly became hot, and the temperature increased sharply.
He said: "My brother and I are twin fire bodies. Together, we can kill the peak master. The single combat power is reduced many times, but I still have the confidence to defeat you! If you catch the last move, I will give you five.
Yuanling Stone.”
Zhang Yang's legs also began to condense flames. The black flames were rich and filled with coldness. A overwhelming yin and coldness filled the room.
He smiled and said, "Five are OK, let's take action now!"
Zhang Yang increased his cold momentum, and the originally rising temperature began to decrease. The clash of the two auras caused everyone to feel uncomfortable, and the indoor temperature began to rise and fall.
Yi Lin's long sword trembled slightly in his hand, and a small flame sword evolved from his hand, all rushing into the sword blade. A huge sword intent appeared, which made Zhang Yang also surprised.
Since he fought with others, except for Nangong Qi, who seemed to be born with sword intent, no other warriors who used swords had exuded sword intent. This artistic conception is even more difficult than the artistic conception of the tiger he had once understood.
Zhang Yang's body also began to ignite black flames, and his pupils gave birth to black flames. The cold air seemed to form a thick black fog, as if the devil had arrived in the world.
Wu Yu felt Zhang Yang's yin aura, took a deep breath, and showed an intoxicated look. She was the extremely yin flame and liked the extreme yin aura.
"Slaying the Ridge Sword Intent: The Fire of Fire!"
Yi Lin roared, and the long sword was slashed out ten meters away from Zhang Yang.
The momentum was so great that the eight masters were breathing a little, and their own energy tended to dissipate. In particular, the flames outside the bodies of the two fire-yuan warriors were overflowing uncontrollably and were absorbed by the slashed sword light.
Wu Yu was extremely calm. Her flames were much higher than those of all warriors, and such oppression was used for her.
"Hot legs!"
Zhang Yang roared, pierced his left foot, kicked out his right foot in an instant, and his legs were filled with shadows, forming a huge flame disc to resist the flaming sword that fell from a distance.
The flame sword fell near Zhang Yang, and a bunch of small swords suddenly appeared, controlled by Yi Lin's intention, and all stabbed Zhang Yang in front of him, colliding with his flame legs.
The fiery red flames began to ignite around Zhangyang. The flames lingered ten meters and twenty meters, expanding for a short time, as if they were forming a small sea of fire, which was really like a prairie fire!
The flames were ignited at a height of two or three meters. Zhang Yang was already wrapped in the flames. Only the sound of impact inside was heard, and no one was seen.
Wu Yu felt that Zhang Yang's momentum was unstable and did not jump out, and he began to worry: "The idiot won't be roasted, right? Why haven't he come out yet? And his momentum is decreasing!"
The eight masters also realized that Zhang Yang was in danger!
Yi Lin held the sword in one hand and controlled the flames of Liaoyuan, and couldn't help but the corners of his mouth were raised.
Yi Feng nodded: "Kobayashi's cultivation has improved again."