As soon as Wu Yao finished speaking, Leng Yifan fired with both hands. Countless air bullets hit the opposite side with the sound of breaking wind.
An Zhichen did not dare to show weakness. He flapped the folding fan in his hand continuously. "Whirlwind, fast wind, fishy wind, crisp wind, strong wind."
Five waves that were invisible to the naked eye swept out and turned into a huge hurricane, sweeping towards Leng Yifan with the potential to change the world.
The countless air bombs hit the hurricane, which was more than ten feet tall, and were immediately scattered. The hurricane turned faster and faster, and struck Leng Yifan.
Leng Yifan's face was slightly solemn. He made a palm with his left hand and a fist with his right hand, and struck out at the same time.
"Qian Zhang Kun Fist."
"boom."
The Qian Zhang Kun fist hit the hurricane almost at the same time. A huge explosion sounded. The hurricane dissipated. Countless wind blades shot out like a rainstorm. The hits splashed on the light mask and made little ripples.
Seeing that his hurricane was easily broken by Leng Yifan, An Zhichen's expression did not change. Then a determined light shone in his eyes. He and Leng Yifan had been fighting each other since they were young, and they could not understand each other better.
If that's the case, then let's fight directly.
The folding fan in his hand flew up and spun violently in the air. The sky gradually turned gloomy. "Thousands... great annihilation."
A dark wind blew from the plains. Then a strong wind blew up. The color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed. It could be described as a sudden change in the situation.
Leng Yifan's expression remained calm. His body lit up slightly. He looked at An Zhichen coldly, but did not stop him.
When the dark clouds gathered and the sky turned dark, a chilling air spread in the place. Then a strong wind blew up. It was like thousands of people densely covering every corner of the sky. No real existence existed in this land of death. They will all be ground into powder by the strong wind.
But Leng Yifan suddenly burst out laughing. The space around him shook and then became weirdly distorted. When the strong wind that changed the color of the world blew into Leng Yifan's side ten meters, it suddenly changed its direction and passed from his side. Passed by.
An Zhichen's eyes were full of shock. "You...you actually turned the world upside down and practiced it to the level of 'intention'."
Leng Yifan stopped laughing and turned into a sneer. "That's right. Although I just touched the edge of 'intention' for the first time, your thousands of great annihilations can't hurt me. Just admit defeat."
"Seal of Heaven and Earth."
A huge seal appeared in the sky. All the dark clouds were dispersed. The violent wind between heaven and earth gradually stopped.
An Zhichen's eyes flashed with reluctance and shock, which finally turned into helplessness. "I... give up."
The big seal dissipated. Leng Yifan laughed wildly and then said politely, "I accept it."
"The winner is Alliance Leng Yifan." After Wu Yao announced loudly, he said to An Zhichen. "You have an hour to recover. Do you need pills?"
An Zhichen shook his head and slowly closed his eyes.
Elder Tian Tian was astonished.
"Elder Leng, congratulations. I didn't expect that Leng Yifan could understand the moves to the level of 'intention' at such a young age. It's so commendable."
The cold-faced Leng Haoyu said with a smile, "Where is it? It's just a glimpse of the door. Yifan still needs to practice."
"Leng Yifan has a bright future from now on. Maybe he will be the thirteenth elder in the future. Haha. It's quite a good story for the elders of the alliance between grandson and grandson."
"Hahahahaha..."
Half an hour later, An Zhichen opened his eyes and looked at Wu Yao. "Elder Wu, I'm fine."
Wu Yao nodded. "Okay. Chen Shuo. Come on."
"This time, the loser among you will be in third place. The winner will continue to chase the first place. Are you ready?"
The two nodded.
"Okay then. Let's begin."
The two stood facing each other. An Zhichen asked, "Brother Chen has been giving me a hard time lately."
Chen Shuo smiled. "What the hell. I've been busy practicing during this period. Please forgive me, Brother An."
An Zhichen nodded. "No wonder Brother Chen's strength has improved so quickly. Zhichen admires it. I would like to ask. I wonder if the hidden treasure is still with you, Brother Chen."
Chen Shuo nodded. "That's right. I have the three items in the divine treasure. However, they have all been used. I'm really sorry Brother An. However, Chen Shuo will definitely compensate you with a fairy item in the future."
An Zhichen's expression changed. "I've used them all. Chen Shuo. There is a scroll in the secret treasure."
Chen Shuo pretended to have a puzzled expression. "Scroll. What scroll? The secret treasure only contains a piece of armor, a drop of dragon's blood and a giant's essence."
An Zhichen suddenly realized. "Brother Chen, your physical strength is so terrifying. It turns out that you are fused with the spirit of a giant. Brother Chen, this is a good opportunity."
As he spoke, An Zhichen's eyes showed doubts and he thought to himself, "Is there really not that thing this time? Didn't the book say that the Giant Spirit Emperor hid the map in the ancient battlefield? How come it is not in the divine treasure?"
Outside the court, everyone booed. Because they were too far apart, they could only see the two people talking but could not hear the conversation.
"Hey. Do you want to fight again? You need to fight faster."
"That's right. What are you talking about?"
...
The two held each other's fists. Chen Shuo smiled and said, "Brother An, please."
"please."
Holding the bloody sword tightly, Chen Shuo knew that An Zhichen was not like those people he had met before. He was a formidable enemy. Although Chen Shuo was confident that he could win, he should not be underestimated.
"The Great Incision."
An Zhichen obviously also knew Chen Shuo's strength. He gave up his fearless temptation and directly released the powerful cutting technique.
In the huge wind blade, countless ultra-small wind whirlpools rotated irregularly, like a terrifying chainsaw, flying towards Chen Shuo.
Chen Shuo's eyes lit up. "Well done."
"Slaughter."
The big sword in his hand instantly turned blood red. Blood streaks spread. Bloody mist emerged, turning into a light blade and attached to the big sword's edge.
The entire sword instantly changed from majestic to evil and weird. It was like a demon sword returning from hell. Its violent aura was shocking.
"Devil sword." An elder in the sky exclaimed.
A relatively sober elder discovered the clue. "No. This sword doesn't have the aura of the Demon Sword that confuses human beings into losing their minds. It has the power of the Demon Sword, but does not have the drawbacks of the Demon Sword. It's wonderful."
"How did this kid do it?"
He stepped down. Even with the hardness of the floor of the martial arts arena, a clear footprint was left by the terrifying force. The big sword in his hand swung out and hit the huge wind blade.
"break."
The sword blades exchanged, making a sound as crisp as glass breaking. Then the huge wind blade instantly shattered.
Chen Shuo's momentum remained unabated. His figure was like light and lightning. He jumped straight towards An Zhichen.
An Zhichen's expression remained unchanged. He waved the folding fan in his hand towards the ground. Suddenly, walls of wind rose out of thin air and intercepted Chen Shuo.
Then An Zhichen flashed his folding fan one after another. Five storms appeared and rolled into a huge hurricane tornado, sweeping the ground.
Chen Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the huge tornado. He sighed and exhaled. All the muscles in his body seemed to swell.
"Wuji Kendo." "Fatal blow."
"Break it for me."
He rushed straight into the huge hurricane. The strong wind was like a sharp blade, cutting away at Chen Shuo. But the latter remained unmoved. His energy spread out, forming a barrier around him. The violent hurricane could not shake Chen Shuo. slightest.
With a loud roar, Chen Shuo passed through the several wind walls and the fierce hurricane and rushed straight towards An Zhichen.
The latter's face turned sideways, and the folding fan flew up in his hand. He was about to use "Ten Thousand Great Nirvana." But the next moment, Chen Shuo had already arrived at An Zhichen's side, with a big sword placed on the latter's neck.
Chen Shuo smiled slightly. "Brother An, you lose."
An Zhichen smiled bitterly. "I didn't expect you to be as perverted as Leng Yifan. My martial arts skills can't hurt you at all. I lost."
Looking at Chen Shuo, An Zhichen suddenly said sincerely, "Brother Chen, I hope you will defeat Leng Yifan."
Chen Shuo put away his sword and nodded. He said in his heart, "Defeat. No. Not only do I want to defeat him, I also want to kill him. The blood debt must be repaid with blood."
Outside the court, Wu Yao said loudly, "The winner. Chen Shuo."
"The third place in the competition has been determined. He is Alliance An Zhichen."
"Tomorrow at noon, this is still the martial arts arena. Leng Yifan and Chen Shuo will compete here for the first place."
"The winner will not only get an amazing reward, but also a mysterious gift."
"Chen Shuo. Do you need to get some recovery pills from me?"
Chen Shuo shook his head. "No need."
"Okay then. Let's break up..."
Chen Shuo stepped on the blood evil and turned into a rainbow and disappeared.
The King of Power in the sky smiled when he saw this scene. "He is indeed the boy I like. He is so crazy, haha."
That day Jian Qingyu said, "Do you have a candidate in mind?"
King Li laughed loudly. "I have already made a reservation for that boy Chen Shuo. Please don't compete with me."
Sixth Elder Yue Lianwei sneered. "Big man, stop being so sentimental. There's no telling whether they will choose you."
King Li immediately puffed his beard and glared. "Hey, I'm talking about Elder Yue. It seems that your Ye Zhiyun didn't make it into the top five this time. Hey, I heard that you also made an eighth-grade immortal sword for her."
With a cold snort, Yue Lianwei said nothing. King Li also did not pursue him. He looked at Chen Shuo's retreating Hong Mang with a smile.
Dijian Fang Yue said, "I'm quite optimistic about that boy from the Dongfang family. At such a young age, he already has a pretty good understanding of the art of swordsmanship. He just suffers from the lack of good weapons."
"The third elder intends to accept him as his disciple."
"That's exactly what I meant."
"That's that boy's blessing."
"Yeah. But who will teach the little girl in the animal training sect? None of us can train animals."
"Well. The Twelve Elders are good at controlling plants. Different paths lead to the same goal. Let the Twelve Elders teach him."
Lin Dong smiled and nodded. "If Ma Mingzhu is willing, I have no objection."
"That's how it should be. Second Elder, Nan Dongyin, the tantric sect, is following the path of the metal system. It's up to you to teach him."
Zhao Jin had a cold face. "What Nan Dong practices is the ascetic's practice. It's not suitable for me."
"You should choose a general among the dwarves. Only your attributes are the closest to him. It doesn't matter who you are."
