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Three hundred and thirty fourth chapter revenge

Chapter 334: Blood Revenge

As soon as Yan Chengxu said the word "explosion", he saw that the black ball was not far away from Feng Zhen. Just as it was about to collide with the flying sword flying out of Feng Zhen's hand, he saw a flash of white light, and three rays of light emerged from the black ball.

It emits a dazzling light instantly.

A loud "boom" sound came out of thin air, and an unrivaled force of explosion rolled up a huge wave of air and surged towards the surroundings. A scream and a muffled groan were drowned in the huge waves and roar.

The air wave swept out, and when it reached the edge of the stage, it was blocked by a layer of transparent force. It swayed back and forth. It took more than ten breaths before it slowly calmed down, and the situation inside could barely be seen clearly through the smoke.

In the center of the competition stage, a pit with a radius of several feet was shockingly revealed. On both sides were Yan Chengxu and Feng Zhen, but they were very different at this time from before.

Yan Chengxu had a sneer on his face, bloodshot eyes hanging from the corners of his mouth, and the spiritual weapon robes on his body were shining brightly, as if he was defending the territory like an iron wall.

In comparison, Feng Zhen was in a lot of embarrassment. A transparent sword was standing in front of him, his body was ragged, his hair was disheveled, his body was scarred and stained with blood, and he was breathing heavily. It was obvious that at the last moment, he

The flying sword, a spiritual weapon, was used to block most of the force of the explosion. However, the flying sword is a flying sword after all, not a defensive spiritual weapon. It is considered good if it can protect most of it.

"This is your spiritual weapon, the Flying Sword. Yes, yes, no wonder you did that kind of thing back then." Yan Chengxu snorted coldly.

Feng Zhen took a breath and shouted: "Boy, don't be so arrogant. It doesn't matter if you have a spiritual weapon and a robe. I could kill your dead brother back then, but I can kill you today. You go down and be buried with him!"

As he said that, Feng Zhen raised his hand and a sword light flew out, but it was not the spiritual weapon in front of him, but the magical weapon he had used before.

Yan Chengxu snorted coldly, "Even this can't kill you. It seems that I underestimated you, but do you think that such a magic weapon can deal with me!" As he spoke, Yan Chengxu stroked his long sleeve,

One shot shot out, and the flying sword flew away with a snap.

Feng Zhen was unwilling to do so, but he did not dare to use the flying sword, a spiritual weapon. He was afraid that Yan Chengxu still had a black ball in his hand from before, so he could only attack with the flying sword continuously.

The magic weapon flying sword versus the spiritual weapon robe, this is basically a competition between two levels, just like the Qi training stage challenges the foundation building stage. No matter how the flying sword attacks, Yan Chengxu casually strokes, stirs, slaps, and slaps, and everything is done.

Knock the magic weapon flying sword away.

"Hahahaha, my skills are so poor, my skills are so poor!" Yan Chengxu casually dealt with the non-threatening flying sword and laughed repeatedly.

Seeing this, Feng Zhen was even more afraid to use the flying sword, a spiritual weapon. He frowned, and dozens of talismans flew out, turning into fireballs, ice cones, tree vines, sword energy, and earth thorns to hit Yan Chengxu.

Flying swords didn't work either, let alone these basic talismans. Yan Chengxu laughed loudly and rolled up his long sleeves, annihilating these spells in an instant.

Suddenly, a wave of spiritual energy came from the ground. Yan Chengxu frowned and was about to jump up. Suddenly, a long whip shot up from the ground, and the tip shone with a metallic light, and it was about to thrust straight towards Yan Chengxu.

Yan Chengxu was horrified when he saw this, and he jumped up in a hurry, but it was too late. Seeing Yan Chengxu's embarrassment about to be penetrated from bottom to top, Feng Zhen's face was overjoyed, but his joy disappeared in an instant.

However, Yan Chengxu immediately put away the panic on his face, and instead looked at Feng Zhen with a cynical and mocking expression. He kicked his legs and moved the hem of his cassock, and a white light rolled up and shattered the vines into pieces.

"It seems that you are quite skilled in this sneak attack. I am waiting for you here, what else can you do to me!" As he spoke, Yan Chengxu burst into laughter, and his momentum became as thick as three feet.

A white flame enveloped the whole body.

"You, boy, how dare you bully me!" Feng Zhen didn't know that he was being teased. In a fit of rage, he shouted loudly and pointed at the flying sword in front of him. Hearing a whooshing sound, the sword light turned towards Yan Cheng.

Go away.

"Well done!" Yan Chengxu smiled fiercely, waved his hands, and stirred up the flames around him, forming a half-foot-thick flame when the spiritual weapon flying sword stabbed him.

The Flying Sword, a spiritual weapon, is indeed a flying sword. With this sudden thrust, it penetrated three feet thick into the flames, and it continued to stab inside with the remaining strength.

"Hahahaha, kid, I don't believe you still have that thing. Even if you have a spiritual weapon and a robe, it doesn't matter. I'll beat you until you vomit blood!" As he said this, Feng Zhen laughed wildly. He has been laughing since he took the stage until now.

He was the one suffering the loss, and he finally had the upper hand this time, which made him unhappy.

Hearing this, Yan Chengxu distractedly controlled the spiritual weapon and robe, continuously emitting white flames to resist the flying swords. He smiled coldly, turned his wrist, and a black ball appeared in his hand.

"How do you know I'm gone!" Yan Chengxu rolled the black ball around his hand, a cruel smile hanging on his lips.

"Well!" When Feng Zhen saw the black ball, his whole body was shocked, and he shouted in disbelief: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, how can you still have this thing? There is no way you still have this thing, it's impossible,

Impossible..." While roaring, Feng Zhen urged to retract the flying sword, a spiritual weapon. However, the flying sword, a spiritual weapon, entered the flames. He could still move a little if he walked inside, but it was extremely difficult to pull it out.

"No, it can't be like this, you must not..." Feng Zhen's heart sank, a long-lost fear surged into his heart, and he roared repeatedly.

"I can't, you can, bullshit, bullshit, go to hell!"

Yan Chengxu roared, threw the ball, waved his hand fiercely, and said "explosion".

"I'm dead, and you can't run away, so you can bury me with me!" Feng Zhen went crazy, roaring and inputting his life's energy into the spiritual weapon Flying Sword through the air.

Then a shocking explosion appeared again, with the same explosion of white light and the same roar, but Feng Zhen's screams stopped abruptly midway.

Looking at the life-and-death fight on the field, everyone in the audience was sweating coldly. The spiritual weapon was another spiritual weapon, and the explosion was another explosion. In terms of this power, if the competition platform itself did not protect the formation, I am afraid everyone around would also

affected.

Seeing this situation, Yin Xiuxuan swallowed his saliva and stared at the stage. Sure enough, after ten breaths, the smoke and dust gradually faded away, and the situation on the stage could be seen clearly.

But at this time, there was no one standing on the stage. A closer look revealed that there was a figure lying upside down where Yan Chengxu was standing, and there was nothing else except gravel on the ground where Feng Zhen was.

.

"With this power, I'm afraid that's all it will take to self-destruct!"

"Yes, yes, this is really desperate!"

"..."

Yin Xiuxuan was too lazy to listen to what the people around him were saying. He just stared at the stage and quickly stepped forward and said to the foundation-building monk who was guarding him: "Uncle, I wonder if this competition is over?"

The foundation-building disciple was stunned for a moment. The explosion just now shocked him. Then he remembered his responsibilities and nodded. When he clicked on the competition platform, the isolating formation disappeared.


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