The meaning of Jian Ying's words is very clear, fight him first, and then fight Kong Yue.
This sentence was obviously said in the name of a disciple of Sword God Palace.
The expressions of Kong Yue and the strong men from the Nine Immortals Palace were extremely ugly. Kong Yue looked at Jian Ying coldly and said: "I admit that you have good talent, but you are ranked low on the Nine Domains list and your level is low. How can you be Zhan Feng?"
Yang’s opponent, what’s the point of such a request?”
Many people were silent in their hearts. Kong Yue's words were actually correct. They were three realms apart, and the opponent was also a prodigy from the palace. How could they fight like this?
There will be no difference between fighting first and fighting last.
"What did you say?" Fu Yunjing's expression flashed with sharpness, and he looked at Kong Yue with a look that looked like he was going to explode.
"Senior brother." Jian Ying glanced at Fu Yunjing, then looked at Jian Ying again, and said: "It's not up to you to judge whether it is meaningful or not. This is my request. Even if I lose, I will be convinced."
Kong Yue's body trembled violently, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he said: "Okay, I'll let you fight first!"
At this moment, the hearts of the vast crowd were filled with turmoil, and their eyes were full of shock. Jian Ying said that this was his request, and he was willing to do so regardless of victory or defeat.
They vaguely understood why Jian Ying did this.
Come to think of it, he had long expected to lose to Zhan Fengyang, but he still wanted to fight. He had to fight Zhan Fengyang in his strongest state. Only in this way could he know how big the gap was.
"Is this a disciple of the Shrine?" Many young people murmured. Looking at the figure as straight as a sword, they couldn't help but feel admiration in their hearts. Most of them admired such a sudden and persistent character.
Can't do it.
Zhan Fengyang stepped forward calmly, arriving step by step at the center of the void, appearing in the sight of countless people.
At this moment, he became the focus of everyone's attention.
Hua Shiyan's beautiful eyes were also staring at Zhan Fengyang. Although she didn't like the man she wanted to marry at all, she had to admit that he was really, really good.
But, this kind of man is not what she wants.
Jian Ying also looked at Zhan Fengyang, and a faint sword intent floated out from him, covering the space above him.
"Let's begin." Jian Ying spit out a voice, seeming to be ready.
"Although you have your own pursuit, in my opinion, this pursuit is a bit ridiculous. No matter you fight me at my peak state or you have already fought me once, you will feel powerless." Zhan Fengyang said calmly.
Said: "So, what you just said really doesn't make much sense."
Zhan Fengyang is not inferior to Jian Ying in terms of identity and background, so he does not need to save face for Jian Ying.
Today was his wedding, and he was the protagonist, but what Jian Ying said just now seemed to mean that he was trying to steal his limelight, and he was very unhappy.
Therefore, he will fight with all his strength next.
Jian Ying's eyes narrowed when he heard this, then he nodded slightly and said: "If you are angry, then fight."
After the words fell, he took several steps in succession, and at the same time stretched out his hand. The spiritual energy of the surrounding world rioted wildly, turning into a long spiritual energy sword, which contained a variety of regular powers, all of which were transformed into terrifying sword energy, swallowing the sword like destruction.
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"What a strong control of spiritual energy!" Everyone was shocked and stared at the spiritual energy sword in Jian Ying's hand. It is not difficult to turn spiritual energy into a sword, but at the same time, it can integrate various rules into the sword energy.
It is not something that ordinary Yuanhuang third-level people can do.
"In the wilderness competition, Jian Ying is one of the top eight players in the second realm. This alone is enough to show how extraordinary he is." Someone said.
"It's a small skill." Zhan Fengyang said lightly, is it difficult to turn spiritual energy into a sword?
He raised his palm, and there seemed to be a magic power in his palm. The space actually solidified, and the spiritual energy was directly compressed together, turning into a purple long sword. There was even a set of lines on the sword, like a real sword. Like a magical weapon, it releases strong pressure fluctuations.
Even from an extremely long distance, the crowd could feel the fluctuations emanating from the purple sword, and they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts.
Emperor Wanhua looked at all this calmly, without a trace of confusion in his heart. He knew very well the strength of his disciples. Even if Jian Ying was Gu Mo's disciple, he would still be defeated when he met Feng Yang.
Without any warning, the figures of Jian Ying and Zhan Fengyang disappeared in place, and then there was a strong fluctuation in the central void, as if there was a violent shock, and two vague figures could be vaguely seen flashing crazily in it. , the speed reached the extreme, as if two sword lights were fighting.
"This..." Countless people's breathing seemed to have stagnated, their hearts stopped beating, and they stared at the scene in the void with their mouths open.
Three realms apart, how could he fight to such an extent?
At this time, the eyes of Kong Yue, Qi Jinge, Cang Hao and others also became solemn, and they looked at that battlefield attentively.
Jian Ying's strength was beyond their imagination.
As the brilliance of the sword bloomed, countless terrifying sword energy raged out from above. Two kinds of sword attacks were constantly colliding. One was extremely sharp and wanted to tear everything apart. The other was ever-changing, mysterious and unpredictable. In an instant, the space was turned into ruins, every inch collapsed and shattered, and was riddled with holes, shocking the endless crowd.
"Grandpa, how strong is Jian Ying?" Wan Yalan glanced at the battlefield with her beautiful eyes, turned to Emperor Wanhua and asked, at the second level of Emperor Yuan, she could only see that Zhan Fengyang was suppressing Jian Ying, but looking at How about winning with real talent without using a sword?
Emperor Wanhua stared into the void, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "It is indeed good. If he is at the same level, he may not be much inferior to Feng Yang."
He thought that Zhan Fengyang would easily crush the opponent, but he didn't expect that under such a huge gap in realms, Jian Ying could still struggle and release his own light, which touched him a little. This time Gu Mo was I gained a good disciple.
He should have thought of this a long time ago. With Gu Mo's perspective, how could he accept ordinary people as his disciples?
Suddenly there was a sharp sound, and two terrifying sword lights collided together again, and then exploded, as if there was an invisible sharp blade cutting the void, and the void was directly divided into two, and everything was torn into two. Half.
"Ahem." A light cough came out, and countless eyes looked in one direction. Jian Ying's figure was there, no longer as straight and sword-like as before, with his body slightly bowed and his face as pale as paper.
Although he still tried his best to stand up straight, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was seriously injured and lost the ability to fight.
"Junior brother!" Fu Yunjing flashed and came to Jian Ying's side. Jian Ying waved his hand to him and said in a weak voice: "I'm fine."
Zhan Fengyang's figure slowly fell down, his face was light and cloudy, and his white clothes were swaying slightly, revealing the meaning of dust.
From beginning to end, he looked extremely elegant and calm, and this battle seemed to be nothing to him.
"You are indeed very capable for fighting me to this point." Zhan Fengyang looked at the figure in front of him and said, "But I still won't take back what I said before. It doesn't make any sense whether we fight first or later."
"You..." Fu Yunjing looked at Zhan Fengyang with cold eyes. He was three levels higher than his junior brother and defeated him. Are you very proud?
Jian Ying slowly raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of firm belief, and said: "I will not take back what I said before. Within a year, I will find another opportunity to fight you."
Hearing this, Zhan Fengyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said playfully: "I don't care. If you are willing to fight, I don't mind defeating you again."
Everyone's eyes suddenly froze, this is really proud.
It doesn't matter if we fight again, I don't mind defeating you again.
Jian Ying has his own pride, Zhan Feng Yang also has his own pride, and he will never allow others to trample on it easily.
Jian Ying said nothing more, "Let's go."
"Humph!" Fu Yunjing snorted coldly, then supported Jian Ying's body and retreated.
Jian Ying and the disciples of the Sword God Palace were about to leave when Zhan Chao's voice came: "My little friend, stay here. It's not too late to leave after watching the upcoming battle."
Jian Ying turned around and looked at Zhan Chao, and immediately understood Zhan Chao's intention. He was worried that if he was defeated and left like this, outsiders would think that Zifenglou was bullying others, so he tried to persuade him to stay, which would make it difficult for the master to find Zifenglou in the future.
trouble.
"Thank you, senior." Jian Ying clasped his fists slightly, since he was allowed to stay, he should stay and take a look.
"Brother, let's go after reading this." Jian Ying said to Fu Yunjing.
"I listen to you." Fu Yunjing said, but his face was still not very good-looking. It was obvious that he couldn't swallow the breath just now, he was too suffocated.
I saw a beautiful smile on Wan Yalan's face. Her beloved man was unparalleled in his ability to suppress the disciples of the shrine. No one in the audience could compare with him.
At this time, Zhan Fengyang turned his eyes, looked in the direction of Kong Yue, and said, "You, come out."
Kong Yue's expression suddenly froze, and he looked at Zhan Fengyang with some displeasure. He was also a person on the list of the Nine Domains and a proud man of heaven. However, Zhan Fengyang actually spoke to him in such a casual tone. It was too much.
Don't take him seriously anymore.
"Zhan Fengyang, although your ranking in the Nine Domains Ranking is higher than mine, you are at the same level. You may not be much better than me!" Kong Yue said solemnly, staring at Zhan Fengyang.
"It's ridiculous." Zhan Fengyang smiled disdainfully and said indifferently: "Thank you for knowing that you are in the same situation as me, but I am forty-one, where are you?"
You, where are you?
After these words fell, the space suddenly became extremely quiet and silent.
This sentence passed into Kong Yue's eardrums, and he felt it was so harsh. His face was burning, his fists were clenched, and he felt extremely ashamed in his heart. He was in the same place as Zhan Fengyang, but Zhan Fengyang was forty-one, and he was seven
Sixteen, there are thirty-four people separated in the middle.
He had no words to reply to Zhan Fengyang's words, he could only use his strength to prove it.
The crowd's eyes suddenly showed a strange look, and there was a faint expectation in their hearts. Looking at the two figures in front, I am afraid that the next battle will be very fierce.