"Why is my soul less purity than you? It has been like this since I was in the manor...and for countless years, it has been like this."

Zilong's words sounded very calm, but there was an extreme resentment in his words. This resentment made him take a step forward. After this step fell, an invisible aura spread around with his body as the center. This aura belonged to the resentment that Zilong suppressed for many years!

Zi Yan did not retreat at all. With his cultivation power, he would not be afraid of Zilong at all. Or even if his cultivation power was inferior to Zilong, his hatred for Zilong would never allow him to take a step back. His eyes were still staring at Zilong, and there seemed to be an indescribable dullness in his eyes, but under this dullness, there was a trace of murderous intent hidden.

Facing Zilong's words, Zi Yan said, "So you are unwilling... Because of your unwillingness, you killed your master, you killed all the disciples of the courtyard. After you even concealed all this, you went to Jiujie Peak with me, and while searching for Wuwen's will, you imprisoned me in Wuwen's will for countless years. All of this is because of your unwillingness."

As Zi Yan's words came out, anger seemed to be growing rapidly in his heart. He stared at Zilong's body, and the purple aura emitted around his body became more and more intense.

Zilong sneered, and the sound that came out seemed to be a little crazy, and said like a roar: "Yes, because of my unwillingness, I imprisoned you in my unquestionable will, but I still cannot surpass you. However, I did not kill Master!"

"Is that true?" Zi Yan obviously didn't believe it. A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth and continued, "How did you get your electric light bead? Where did the master go? This electric light bead should belong to the master."

"Haha, I guess these things have been entangled with you for countless years." Zilong suddenly laughed to the sky. Then he turned his eyes to Zi Yan again and continued, "I have been running away for years, worried all day long, just because I am afraid of meeting you. But I still met. This is the fate, I have not been able to spend the things you are afraid of quietly over the years, and I believe that the same is true for you. Since things have reached this point, it is okay for me to tell you. The lightning bead was stolen from my master, but the next day, the master disappeared inexplicably. As for where the master went, I don't know."

"Is that so? Your excuse is quite sufficient." Zi Yan didn't believe Zilong's words at all.

"Believe it or not. Those who are about to die will speak well. Why do I need to deceive you?" Zilong said in a deep voice.

Zi Yan took a step forward. After stepping out, his void trembled violently, and the purple aura rising around his body even covered his body so strong that it seemed to appear and disappear. But even so, he could still see the flashing purple light in Zi Yan's eyes. Zi Yan said softly: "Since that's the case, let's forget about our accounts today. You and I will enter the master and worship under the same master. Then I will not use the other magical skills. I will use the master's skills to fight you."

Upon hearing this, Zilong's body trembled for a moment, thinking that this time there might be a chance to defeat Ziyan. After all, there is no need for other magical techniques. Only some magic tricks in the courtyard are issued, which is undoubtedly not a good thing for Zilong.

But Zilong seemed to be a little unbelievable. He stared at Zi Yan and tried to say, "Can you defeat me with only the art of the courtyard?"

"War by fighting, can you defeat it? Let's talk nonsense after the battle! "

When Zilong's words fell, Zi Yan suddenly shouted in a deep voice. After this deep voice fell, his steps suddenly stepped on, and the void trembled again. With the purple aura around his body, he was impacted by an invisible powerful force, turning into a circle of purple power shock waves, emitting all around him.

At the same time, Zi Yan's five fingers suddenly grabbed the void, and under this grab, the void above it suddenly twisted. In this twist, a purple aura quickly condensed. In an instant, in front of everyone, a purple sword suddenly appeared in Zi Yan's hand. At the moment when the purple sword appeared, there were purple lightning, with a snarling sound, and it was jumping rapidly as if it had the power of destruction.

Behind Zi Yan, at the moment when she saw the purple sword appear, Meng Xue, whose cultivation power was in the true immortal, was also a little shocked. Her body trembled slightly, then she turned her head to look at the saint and others who were shocked, and said, "Zi Yan said that you only used the art of the house. You have been in contact with him for so long, but have you ever known what kind of art of their art of the house?"

The saint shook his head, said he didn't know, and said, "Although we have been with him for so many years, we have never heard of what kind of mansion he is, let alone the art of mansion. I am also very curious about his mansion art and what kind of mansion art is."

Long Yinyue's eyes did not seem to have moved away from Zi Yan and Zi Long. At this time, facing Meng Xue and the Saint's words, he moved his eyes to Meng Xue and the Saint's, and then took a step forward and said: "No matter what kind of art of the manor, this battle has decided the outcome. Because the soul purity of the purple dragon is not as high as that of Zi Yan. Therefore, in front of the same art of the manor, the power of cultivation he emits is not the opponent of Zi Yan. So... Zi Long will die."

"Yes, Brother Zi Yan's hatred for Zi Long has penetrated into his bone marrow. He will definitely kill Zi Long." Gu Xuanzi smiled indifferently and said.

At the same time, at Zilong, when a sharp sword had already transformed into Zi Yan's hand, he did not slacken at all. With a serious expression, his steps stepped forward. As he stepped on, the void shook suddenly, and a loud bang echoed. When his steps were trembling in the void, the shock wave of power echoed, and the power wave that collided with Zi Yan suddenly came together, and a sound of explosion came out. There was also a wave of power fluctuations spreading.

His expression suddenly became solemn, as if the rebounding force of his feet touching the void was used to make his body jump into the sky in an instant, hundreds of feet high. There were also bursts of purple cultivation aura, which suddenly rose from around his body, like purple giant pythons, shuttled quickly.

Even under this shuttle, it was like the power of the sky condensed, causing the flowing clouds that were about to float in the sky to turn into tangible vortexes driven by this power, and there was a whistling sound that echoed.

Seeing that Zilong had suddenly flew to the sky, an invisible power of thought suddenly came out in Zi Yan's mind. This power of thought instantly turned into the power of cultivation belonging to Tianwujing, and held his body into the sky and stood side by side with Zilong's body. Although it was standing side by side, the distance between him and Zilong was a hundred miles away.

To outsiders, the distance of this hundred miles may be a long distance. But for Zilong and Ziyan, the distance of this hundred miles is within the range of their spiritual sense to detect, so they know every move of each other.

The strange light with purple light in Zi Yan's eyes flashed by again. As the strange light flashed by, the purple sword he was holding tightened again. Even when the five fingers were holding tight again, a powerful force rose from the sound of its purple sword. It was like the power of the sky, with the momentum of destruction. It turned into purple lightning, and was moving quickly with his body as the center. From afar, Zi Yan's body was as if it was in a lightning cage.

"Purple Lightning Art!"
Chapter completed!