The clouds and mists were floating on the top of the mountain, and the pedestrians looked excited as they walked. The final battle to decide the outcome of the Kunlun Sword Competition is about to begin.
Wei Shi, Yan Zhi walked up to the Wangxiantai with a faint smile, with a calm expression, as if the previous injuries had had any effect on Yan Zhi. However, Zhan Shuang, who was waiting, saw a smile on the corner of Yan Zhi's mouth, his heart slightly sank into the trough.
"My father was right. After all, the Holy Clan is a member of the Holy Clan. Whether it is a magic pill or various martial arts, it is indeed not comparable to Zhan Gangmen." Zhan Shuang's eyes flashed and he clasped his fists at Yan Zhi and said, "I didn't expect your injuries have been healed. Congratulations..."
The implication of Zhan Shuang's words is naturally that you have good luck.
However, Yan Zhi raised his eyebrows and said, "The young master has a lot of rest. If he has enough rest, the final competition should begin."[
"That's right, Zhan someone is standing here today, just to compete for the first place in the Kunlun Sword Competition. I will not show mercy on whether your injury is healed." Zhan Shuang still refused to believe in his heart. How could Yan Zhi respond in a short time after being hit so hard?
Yan Zhi nodded and smiled, "It's so good. I, Yan Zhi, don't want to be called to intimidate the opponent. Haha..." The laughter was very loud, very arrogant, and very arrogant, as if it was easy to deal with Zhan Shuang. This kind of laughter seemed to contain something, which made Zhan Shuang's pressure suddenly increase.
"Ziying" sounded a gun, and a steel gun suddenly pulled out from Zhan Shuang's back. There were patterns on the dark and shiny gun rod, and the strong lines seemed to reveal a cold air. However, the sharp tip of the gun had a breath of light and throat sealing, which was extremely terrifying.
"Juetian Divine Spear..." Yan Zhi murmured to himself, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared. Yan Zhi understood in his heart that Zhan Shuang would definitely want his own life unless he admits defeat.
Zhan Shuang was the first to take action, and his cultivation was all in the Juetian Divine Spear. Although the black gun rod was shining, Yan Zhi saw a little cold light that had already arrived. Yan Zhi had to take a few steps back without any panic, and it was obvious that Yan Zhi was free to advance and retreat.
However, Zhan Shuang wanted to use his own offensive to make Yan Zhi fight back, so the extreme offensive was so evil that he was so arrogant. His footsteps were flying, and he instantly stabbed him with a spear. The spear light was light, as if he had seen Yan Zhi's martial arts resist and broke the surface.
Yan Zhi looked at Zhan Shuang with a smile, but thought to himself: "You can't have much energy on his side, otherwise my plan will be gone. Humph, Kunlun sword competition is like a bullshit for our holy clan. I can give it to him if anyone wants the first one, but my plan..." Thinking of this, Zhan Shuang suddenly gave the spear in his hand and shot at Yan Zhi's face with a swoosh.
However, Yan Zhi rolled his hands around and a strange force tilted the tip of the Juetian Divine Spear that suddenly pierced, and flew past Yan Zhi's cheek.
"Hmph, if Jue Tian's magic spear is so simple, then he is not a magic spear." Zhan Shuang felt so funny in his heart, but then his face changed.
Zhan Shuang waved his hands and his fingers together, and his mind controlled the flying of Juetian Divine Spear. Juetian Divine Spear suddenly turned, and the tip of the flying spear immediately swung toward Yan Zhi's neck. However, Yan Zhi's whole body turned into a ball of flame, and the tip of the spear penetrated through the flame.
"What!!" Yan Hao, who was sitting in the stands, suddenly changed his face and shouted: "The body of melting fire!! How could this guy learn this ability?"
"Well? The body of melting fire?" Feng Qi frowned and then said, "I remember that only the inheritors can practice the body of melting fire? But you said that the body of melting fire is too useless, so you haven't practiced it..."
"Uh... this is an off-topic. I don't understand how Yan Zhi learned it..." Yan Hao looked at Leng Xiaoran with a frown, as if he wanted to learn some clues from him.
However, Leng Xiaoran shook his head and said, "I don't know. I still don't know how the Yan clan got such a secret in the inheritance of the Holy Son."
Everyone was nervous when they listened to Leng Xiaoran's words. The Yan clan seemed too difficult, beyond everyone's imagination.
...
"Haha, you're like defeating me with this? Zhan Shuang is too simple. Or do you think my injury is not healed? Tell you, even if my injury has not healed, it's not difficult to defeat you." A burst of laughter came from the shimmering fire.
"I don't know what to say." Yan Zhi guessed that Zhan Shuang's thoughts were a little embarrassed and angry. However, Zhan Shuang was Zhan Shuang after all, and his mind was as stable as a stubborn stone, and he had never trembled.
"Back" Zhan Shuang's left hand was used to grab, and Jue Tian's magic spear suddenly returned to Zhan Shuang's palm.[
Zhan Shuang looked at Yan Zhi floating in the air coldly, and kept silent. A trace of murderous aura revealed in his eyes. "Hmph, if your injuries are really healed, then I am not your opponent, but you have not used all your strength to fight until now. Then based on this point, I can judge that you have not recovered, and you have recovered to the maximum of six levels." Zhan Shuang said in his heart.
Yan Zhi also floated in the air and thought secretly: "This kid's strength is not simple, and he also has the Juetian Divine Spear to protect him. It is difficult for me to simply defeat him..."
The two of them had their own ulterior motives, but they were reluctant to use their full strength to attack, as if they were testing something. The caution was seen by even the disciples of the small sects.
"After all, it's the final, and it's unimaginable that they are so cautious. And whether the Yan clan's injury has recovered from recovery is likely to be the key to the decision." Everyone in the stands said.
"But, in this way, I don't know when I can enter the real battle." Someone said with a brief chat.
"Do you look like you defeat me?" Yan Zhi's eyes turned and suddenly asked Zhan Shuang.
Zhan Shuang paused, thought about it secretly, but couldn't think of it, so he responded faintly: "Yes, I really seem to defeat you."
Then, Yan Zhi said, "I have the most interest in Kunlun sword competition."
Zhan Shuang frowned and then asked, "Then you seem to be trying hard, why are you like this?" Although he said, he became even more alert. He didn't know what conspiracy Yan Zhi had, and his mind gradually spread, but he found that the surroundings were calm and tranquil and murderous intent.
"I have my idea, I can only tell you, this time I will lend you the first place in the Kunlun sword competition." Yan Zhi suddenly laughed, "The fire is soaring"
With one hand, the sky was filled with fire and the war was hit.
"Trouble" is really troublesome for Zhan Shuang.
"Drink" the light golden Qi all over his body to protect his body, and like a duck egg, it covers Zhanshuang inside. Zhanshuang is a pure battle. For unexpected spells, it can cause trouble to Zhanshuang. But at the same time, as a warrior who fights desperately, as long as he comes into contact with the battle of his body, his advantage is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear. This is why Zhanshuang wanted to entangle Yan Zhi before.
The body of Qi protects the body, which can prevent Zhanshuang from the roasting of the fire, but the infiltration of heat cannot be prevented.
The red people, under Yan Zhi's wave, soon covered the entire Wangxiantai.
A small uproar came from the stands. Everyone said that Yan Zhi didn't want to fight with all his might, but Yan Zhi took the initiative to attack for a while, and his expression was calm and seemed to be extremely confident. Zhan Qingyun, who was on the stands, frowned and said in his mind: "Can he recovered and recovered!"
Although the Holy Clan is so mysterious, Zhan Qingyun is still unimaginable. It would be fine if such a severe trauma is said to be good. The previous words of Zhan Qingyun against Shuang were exaggerated, which was that he hoped that Zhan Shuang could fight with all his might, but now what he said has become reality, so...
"Hey" Zhan Qingyunli sighed, then slowly stood up and left...
"Oh no, if I keep trapped in it, then I will die here sooner or later!!" Although Zhan Shuang didn't believe that Yan Zhi would kill him, no matter what, his defeat would be certain. The arrogance in his heart did not allow himself to lose so cowardly.
"If I don't want to win, I want to defeat you. Whether you are the pride of the Holy Clan, or the great disciple of the Immortal Sect, or what, I will decide today's first place." A low roar came, and a wave of air suddenly burst out on Zhan Shuang's body, spreading like a halo.
Then, the roar of Zhan Shuang spread throughout the Shengxian Peak. Zhan Qingyun, who had left, suddenly stopped and looked back at his son on the immortal platform. Then he thought for a while and smiled faintly: "How can I be persistent? In terms of the result, it is already worthy of being able to reach this point..." Then he turned around and returned to his position. Although the people around him were confused about Zhan Qingyun and returned, the battle seemed to be in a wonderful state at this time, so everyone did not want to let it go.
The energy in his body was firmly embedded in his body like armor cast by fine steel, but Zhan Shuang waved the magic gun in his hand and shouted: "Golden scales suddenly appeared." Tens of thousands of flying blades like golden scales scattered on the tip of the wielding magic gun. After a moment, it covered the five feet of space around Zhan Shuang. [
What Zhan Shuang did was to rush out of the fire clouds. The red fire clouds were like a stormy river, and the river water was surging, rolling in and out. However, Zhan Shuang believed that he was not a hero who had washed away all the eternal ones, so in terms of how fierce the fire was, Zhan Shuang, who was still unmoved, rushed away directly with a look.