Seven figures hit Yanzheng at the same time, six of them disappeared in an instant, and only the one in front of him was left. His right fist was hitting Yanzheng's chest viciously... Strangely, Yanzheng's body was just He suddenly leaned back a few minutes, and Wu Sansi's fist seemed to be sucked in, and his movements froze there.
drink! !
A second later, Yanzheng suddenly raised his brows with fury, and let out a shout like thunder. The red light around his body seemed to find a vent, and rushed away from the place where Wu Sansi's fist was hit. After being hit by a heavy hammer, he flew straight upside down with a painful muffled groan, and only recovered when his body was almost touching the ground. With a twist of his body, his feet were firmly attached to the ground like magnets, and he did not fall , but there was a clearly discernible blush on his face.
"'Thousand Phantom Body' is unpredictable, it is really difficult to defend against, but your skill is not as good as mine, and you must disperse your power when releasing the phantom body, and my Northern Emperor Sect's Flame Soul Art can not only be released with both hands Strength, every part of your body is fine, it can be said to be the natural nemesis of your "thousand-fold phantom body". It is better not to use these fancy things. If you want to beat this old man, you must use your speed and strength honestly. Strength." Yan Zheng said coldly with his hands behind his back, like an elder preaching to a younger generation.
Wu Sansi was breathing heavily. He had already suffered internal injuries from the impact just now. Without Yanzheng's explanation, he already knew about it from the blow just now. His fist hit his chest and abdomen hard, and while he was creating the phantom, Yanzheng had also begun to accumulate strength in secret. After he hit, the power that was ready to go He also counterattacked him in an instant... Just like what he said, the release of the power of the Flame Soul Art is not only through the hands and feet, every part of the body can be sent and received freely.
With a cold snort, Wu Sansi adjusted his breath, and stepped forward. This time, he really didn't use the Thousand Layers Illusory Body, but rushed forward without fancy, circling with it at his own speed.
It can be said that Wu Sansi is not weak, he is now in the elementary level of heaven, but after all, there is a big gap with Yanzheng. The phantom body skill focuses on assassin-like one-hit kills, and is not good at close combat at all. Coupled with the fact that he has already suffered a lot of internal injuries, after a dozen or so encounters, he has begun to show signs of collapse. His movements are extremely light and nimble, but under the pressure of Yan Zheng's outgoing aura, he still shows obvious stagnation, which makes his advantage completely lost. Finally, he let out a long sigh, dodged Yanzheng's blow and turned back, sighing: "My skills are inferior to others, and if we continue to fight, we will definitely lose."
Yanzheng withdrew his hands, and said coldly: "There was a saying in the world of magic and martial arts, that in the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that can't be broken. This statement is really ridiculous. In the eyes of this old man, in the face of absolute power, speed is just a fancy dress It’s just one kind, it’s really not very useful. If you have the strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with the old man today, you will be able to defeat the old man.”
Wu Sansi frowned when he heard the words, and said: "You are wrong, I am not as good as you, I can only blame my lack of knowledge, I will never agree with the saying that speed is not as good as strength..."
Whoosh...
Like a gust of wind suddenly blowing, a thin figure stood in front of Wu Sansi, causing a flash of astonishment on his face, and a subconscious shock in his heart... This man is so fast.
Thin face, stiff face, indifferent eyes, neither tall nor short, slightly thin figure, this person is a cold cliff that suddenly rushed out. In his hand, he held the broken wind blade that he took out at some point, pointing directly at Yanzheng.
The appearance of Leng Ya immediately attracted everyone's attention, and all kinds of eyes locked on this man who was only 20 years old, but stood in front of Yan Zheng with strong fighting and killing intent. This young man was ignored by them at first, but at this time his sudden burst of invisible aura made the hearts of these masters who stood at the pinnacle of magic and martial arts in Tianchen Continent unable not to be shaken by it.
Yanzheng took a careful look at him, and finally his eyes fell on the Windbreaker in his hand. He remembered the information about this person in his heart, his face was slightly moved, and he nodded and said, "I never thought that the old man would see it so soon. A peerless genius who will run rampant in the world in the future, today's trip is really worthwhile."
Having received such a high evaluation from the Chief Discipline Elder of the Northern Emperor Sect, no one thought it was an exaggeration, because it was easy to see from the aura alone that this young man of about 20 years old had already stepped onto the heavenly rank!
It is not uncommon for people to step up to the heavenly ranks at this age, and after more than ten years, decades later, they must be legendary figures who can shake the world. In the previous hundred years, there was only one person known to have stepped into the sky in his twenties... the God of War, Feng Chaoyang.
The appearance of this young man did not surprise them. And this person's expression at this time and the cold and terrifying murderous aura he released were clearly a doomed ruthless disaster star. They seemed to have seen the day when the whole Tianchen trembled because of this person. This day is close at hand.
Chu Jingtian was about to subconsciously yell, but Yan Duancang pulled the hem of his clothes and said in a low voice, "Don't disturb him."
Only then did Chu Jingtian retract the voice that he had almost spoken, his expression was full of excitement, anticipation, and a lot of worry. He and Leng Ya have made progress together in the past three years, and they meet each other almost every day, knowing everything about each other. But now, Leng Ya has only stepped into the low level of the heavenly level for less than a month. Facing this Yanzheng with an incomparably strong aura, does he really have a chance of winning
"Little brother, be careful." Wu Sansi stayed for a while, remembered Leng Ya's appearance, said in a very small voice, then turned and left. Today, he has lost his sight. Involuntarily, he looked at the young people who were with Leng Ya before... If they were all like this young man, then... it would be too shocking, almost unimaginable.
"You should be called Leng Ya, right? You don't need to be surprised. Three years ago, you once appeared in Tianlong Kingdom with the sharp weapon Feng Chaoyang, the God of War Feng Chaoyang, which made us interested in you. , You were originally the son of Feng Chaoyang... In just three years, you have grown from an inconspicuous child to what you are today... The blood of the God of War is really amazing. Although your father is dead, you can have you If he doesn't lose to his descendants, he will have no regrets even if he dies." Yanzheng said with emotion.
The atmosphere was once again condensed, as if a well-written script, following the son of the phantom god, the son of the war god appeared in front of Yan Zheng, attracting everyone's attention. No one has ever heard of the god of war, Feng Chaoyang, who has a queen, but as Yanzheng, he will definitely not confide in falsehoods. They inadvertently received another piece of news with extraordinary significance.
Son of the God of War, no wonder he has such an aura! They began to look forward to his performance.
Even though this Yanzheng revealed his identity in a few words, Leng Ya remained calm, his aura had quietly locked onto Yanzheng, ready to launch an attack.
"The god of war has reached the realm of the divine way in offense and defense, but you rely on your strength and speed. It seems that the reason why you appeared was because you were dissatisfied with what I said before. Then, use your strength to prove it." In front of Leng Ya, Yan Zheng didn't hold back, his hands glowed faintly red, and his face became a little dignified.
However, he thought softly in his heart: the foundation is too shallow, nothing to be afraid of. But, if he continues like this...
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Like a piece of thick cardboard being torn apart by a not-so-sharp knife, Leng Ya's body has already howled away like a gust of wind, and who would believe that it was the sound of the wind-shattering blade in his hand cutting through the air? .
Following Leng Ya's thunderous movement, most of the masters in the field frowned subconsciously, thinking about the probability of avoiding this blow with or without defense. Leng Ya's attack was like a sharp arrow shot from a bow drawn to the full moon, the acceleration process was so small that it could be ignored, and the explosive power at that moment was terrifying. People can't help thinking about it without fear: Not to mention the other strengths of this person, if he hides in the dark and suddenly attacks the target, how many people in the world can escape his sneak attack
After those ten years, twenty years later, how many people can escape!
hiss…
Yanzheng's palms came out together, like a pair of iron clamps tightly holding Leng Ya's hand tightly, and the broken wind blade in Leng Ya's hand had already pierced the clothes on his chest and touched his skin. A slight step forward is enough to make him see blood.
Those decades of experience and the sense of crisis that has become almost instinctive in these decades made him raise his hands spontaneously in the blink of an eye, and took the sudden blow from Leng Ya. When it was clamped by his hand, his heart also jumped suddenly. It was not easy, but an instinctive fear.
"What an astonishing speed!" Yan Gongluo couldn't help exhaling in a low voice.
"Yes, yes, even my grandfather said that his talent in the 'quick, accurate and ruthless' field is hard to compare to him." Chu Jingtian nodded in reply, but his heart was still nervous. Because Chu Cangming also said that Leng Ya's talent will turn him into a demon god in the dark, making countless people's nightmares come true, but he is not suitable for possessing moves and tyrannical power, nor is he suitable for a frontal battle... At this time Yan Zheng didn't know whether it was a coincidence or his wit was imprisoned in the palm of Leng Ya's right hand holding the broken wind blade. This was a very bad situation for Leng Ya.
"Your speed is astonishing, but... without strength, once you are locked, there is no threat at all!!" Yanzheng said, his hands tightened. The muscles on Leng Ya's face began to twitch slightly, and he poured all his strength into his right arm, but he couldn't break free from Yanzheng's palm, but was held tighter and tighter by him... He didn't try to use his left hand, because that would lead to a loss of strength Scattered, making him even more unable to break free.
Leng Ya, he is like a sharp blade. When he shoots out suddenly, he can cut the throat of the enemy who can't avoid it in time, but once the handle of the knife is caught by others, he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered if he doesn't have enough strength to break free. He doesn't have tyrannical strength himself, and it is even more difficult to match Yanzheng, who has mid-level strength at the heaven level.