The desire to win was like a fire, burning Wu Chan's chest.
The two of them approached sharply.
A soldier is every inch longer and stronger, and a ferocious leopard is even longer. Wu Chan could strike in advance, but he resisted because he knew very well that his senior brother Tang Zhan was very powerful when he struck last.
Tang Zhan obviously didn't need to worry so much.
The moment the distance between the two people narrowed into the attack range, he jumped up suddenly, spun his body in mid-air, and slashed down with his long stick with a golden light stick shadow like a strong wind!
The flying dragon falls from the sky!
It was obviously the most basic move, but it showed the power of a true dragon when used by Tang Zhan!
Wu Chan was extremely familiar with this move. He fixed his feet firmly, rotated his waist, and launched a spear against the sky. The sword-shaped spear tip rubbed against the air at an extremely fast speed. The high temperature made the Wujin spear tip glow with fire.
The spear point was one step ahead and brushed against Tang Zhan's waist, spurting out blood. The power of the golden stick did not diminish, and struck Wu Chan on the shoulder. With a snap, Wu Chan pressed his feet into the ground.
Not only in the fantasy world, but also in reality, the ground under Wu Chan's feet, who was still standing, was crushed. A demon with two lion heads raised one ear.
In the fantasy world, Tang Zhan, who was shot in the side, spun backward in mid-air and then landed.
When he touched the wound with his hand, it was instantly stained red with blood.
"Junior brother, you have become cruel."
His tone was soft and gentle, like a beautiful woman, without any feeling of pain.
Wu Chan knew that this was not the cause of the illusion, and the senior brother in reality would not make a fuss over such a superficial injury.
"How are you? You should be able to withstand the blow I gave you just now."
This stick almost broke the bones of Wu Chan's shoulder. Fortunately, the Ruijin Curse would greatly enhance his defense. Wu Chan said: "A real senior brother will never act like a mother-in-law."
Tang Zhan smiled: "Why do you deceive yourself? I am just a shadow in your heart. I will become whatever you think. No one..."
Laughter lingers in the air.
Tang Zhan disappeared.
Wu Chan immediately jumped back and then jumped again.
The spot where he was just now was suddenly split open by a golden stick.
Wu Chan stepped forward and pushed forward, only to hit an afterimage.
Tang Zhan dodged to Wu Chan's side.
His voice was like the wind in your ears.
"I know what you really think better than I do."
Wu Chan was stunned by these words. Tang Zhan swung a stick and hit him on the side of his waist. Wu Chan immediately flew away horizontally, and the golden flames on his shoulders went out.
boom.
Wu Chan landed hard.
He had already parried the stick in time, but he was still struck by the force of the stick. The waist muscles that were supposed to be elastic now had a deep dent in the abdomen.
If it had been a knife instead of a stick, Wu Chan would have probably been cut in half.
"Why not use super powers?" Tang Zhan asked.
From the beginning of the battle, Wu Zen turned off the music.
There was no need for Wu Chan to answer a phantom question.
He stood up, rekindled the golden flames on his shoulders, and put his left foot in front of his right foot in a thrusting posture.
"Let me think about it." Tang Zhan said, "The last time you and I seriously sparred was three years ago. We used a few moves in total. Yes, just ten moves. This is the bad thing about fighting between the same sects. Too familiar with the opponent’s tricks.”
Tang Zhan danced a stick flower.
"You should know that I have always hated sparring with fellow martial artists, because the Wu family's martial arts are too overbearing and it is difficult to achieve the goal. Every time I hurt you, I feel very sad."
"Shut up!"
Wu Chan stepped out, the tip of his gun roaring like a beast in the air. After rushing into the attack range, he launched a gun with all his strength.
Tang Zhan jumped lightly and stepped on the moving gun shaft, as light as a dragonfly.
"You're always like this, thrusting without sparing any effort."
With a step of his foot, Tang Zhan jumped up from the gun barrel and struck down a golden stick.
Wu Chan quickly retreated, and the golden stick split the ground. Tang Zhan lifted up the long stick, and his whole body spun like a top, rolling out a storm of stick shadows and pushing towards Wu Chan.
Tang Zhan was spinning while Wu Chan was retreating. He couldn't take this move forcefully, because the moment he received one stick was equivalent to receiving a hundred sticks.
The speed of Stick Shadow Storm has become lower.
This was Wu Chan's opportunity to fight back.
Wu Chan stabbed out with his spear. He swung the golden stick forward but was unable to stop the spear's movement. Tang Zhan gave up resistance, stretched out his arms, closed his eyes as if relieved, and waited for the spear to penetrate his chest.
!
Wu Chan stopped abruptly.
No, this is just an illusion.
Wu Chan wanted to continue thrusting, but it was too late!
Tang Zhan's slender eyes revealed a cunning light, and he raised the long stick from bottom to top like a hammer. The tip of the stick hit Wu Chan firmly on the chin, knocking him back.
Then the long stick swept across with the golden wind, hitting Wu Chan's temple, and Wu Chan fell to the ground immediately.
In reality, Wu Chan closed his eyes and had nosebleeds.
"Can we still fight?" Tang Zhan asked, squatting on the ground.
The world in Wu Chan's eyes was spinning.
He had the Sharp Gold Curse attached to him, and the only person who could beat him like this with two sticks was another member of the martial arts family.
Tang Zhan saw him holding himself up and was stunned: "Are you coming again?"
Then he hit Wu Chan on the back of the head with a stick.
boom.
The stick was grabbed by Wu Chan with his left hand.
"you."
Those sharp eyes stared at Tang Zhan fiercely.
"Not my senior brother at all."
"Why not?" Tang Zhan said with a smile, suddenly changing his clothes. It is the martial arts training uniform. "I said, I am the shadow in your heart."
"My senior brother will never use despicable means."
Wu Chan stood up, and his fingerprints were found on the long golden stick. He shouted loudly, "You can't even try to tamper with my memory!"
Tang Zhan realized that something was wrong, so he immediately withdrew his stick, and while quickly retreating, a new golden hoop formed.
In his eyes, the golden flames on Wu Chan's shoulders suddenly rose, and those sharp eyes seemed to burn. Something suddenly awakened in Wu Chan's body.
Wu Chan stepped forward and pushed out the long spear.
Before the gun point arrived, Tang Zhan's whole body's aura was shattered by the air. He still had many martial arts skills that he could use, but his arms could not lift the long stick. He wanted to move to dodge, but found that his feet could no longer move. , so he watched helplessly as the spear pierced his chest.
"You..." He wanted to say something else.
As long as he can buy time, Tang Zhan, who is an illusion, still has a chance to survive.
But a sharp black light cut open his mouth along his chin, and then cut open the bridge of his nose and forehead.
Wu Zen drew out his long spear, circled his body, and struck out with a sweeping blow, cutting off the head that had split into two pieces.
Two faces, two eyes separated by a step or so, stared at Wu Chan from left to right, then turned into red dust and disappeared.
In reality, Wu Chan suddenly knelt on the ground, leaning on his long arm, and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The fresh human blood stung all the demons like a sharp electric current.
The huge demons woke up one after another, stepping on the scarlet mist, surrounding Wu Chan.
A mere human being is simply not enough.
However,
Something is wrapping around the human body and spreading out in the scarlet phantom sea.
It was an extremely viscous negative energy, and all the demons were restrained, and even instinctively wanted to escape.
accurate! accurate! accurate! accurate! accurate! accurate!
accurate! accurate! accurate! accurate! accurate! accurate!
The rage that could not be vented enveloped Wu Chan like black flames. He stood up, and his eyes became so scary that even demons were afraid of them.
Even if it is an illusion.
Wu Chan didn't want to kill his senior brother either.
The anger trapped in his chest was like a storm of fire, driving him to want to destroy the world.
If you meet a Buddha, kill the Buddha; if you meet a god, kill the god.
No gods or Buddhas would appear in front of him. Fortunately, there was a group of demons who took the initiative to surround him.
"You came just in time."
He spoke suddenly.
The demons trembled, and a very bad premonition made them step back.
When the first demon turned around and ran away, its head rolled off halfway.
Wu Chan stepped on the corpse's back.
"No one can escape!"
The king of demons.
The volume is raised to the extreme!