As a member of the royal family of the Tai'a Kingdom, Yang Gan was undoubtedly the number two figure in the Tai'a Kingdom in this alliance competition. Yang Gan had always been arrogant, but facing the people of the Yunlong Kingdom, Yang Gan also put aside his arrogance. , raise your spirits.
Before the war, he also collected information about the geniuses of Yunlong Kingdom.
However, the alliance competition happened too hastily. Yunlong Seventy-two Towers and Tai'a Divine City are far apart. It is impossible for Yang Qian to use the power of the royal family to explore the situation of Yunlong Seventy-two Towers in such a short period of time. He can collect What I received was just some general information.
In this conventional intelligence, the information on some Yunlong Seventy-Two Tower geniuses was extremely limited. Yang Qian only knew their weapons and common moves. As for their real trump cards and trump cards, Yang Qian did not know clearly.
For example, Jun Yue from before had very little information, and the same was true for the fat man in front of him.
Yang Qian only knew that the fat man was born in a mysterious tribe of gods and wilderness. Whenever it comes to the mysterious tribe of gods and wilderness, it is very difficult. They have unknown blood inheritance and racial secrets.
For example, Wei Yu, who controlled the puppet before, was also from the Mysterious Clan of the Desolate God, but there was no doubt that the fat man in front of him was much more powerful than Wei Yu.
Although Yang Qian did not lose momentum in this battle, he knew that the battle would be very difficult.
"The game begins!"
Following the referee's order, Yang Gan's whole body was filled with light, and a fierce tiger appeared behind Yang Gan. This was Yang Gan's Dharma totem.
"roar!"
The tiger roared loudly, and Yang Gan's body rushed out. During the rush, his body was ignited with scorching flames.
This is the flame of pure sun.
Yang Qian is now the genius of the Tai'a Divine City and a member of the royal family. The core technique he practices is also the "Tai'a Sacred Method".
Compared with Yi Yun's "Tai'a Holy Law", Yang Qian's "Tai'a Holy Law" cannot show the shadow of Tanggu Haori, but with his cultivation in the middle stage of Yuanji Realm, the pure Yang flame burning on Yang Qian's body More vast!
"call--!"
The sword was slashed out, pure Yang flames spurted out, and at the same time, the tiger behind Yang Gan also rushed towards the fat man in yellow.
The tiger roared and swung its sharp claws down suddenly. The fat man in yellow chuckled and stretched out his right hand to block the tiger's claws with only his arm!
Seeking death! Yang Gan showed a trace of murderous intent on his face and used his arms to block the claws of the totem tiger. This fat man didn’t want to use his hands anymore!
"Peng!"
With the violent impact, the body of the fat man in yellow was shaken, and he suddenly took half a step back, leaving a deep footprint on the purple tungsten steel ground under his feet.
The shirt on his arms was torn, but his arms were fine.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the fat man's mouth. He actually blocked the totem tiger's attack with only his arms!
"What!?"
Yang Qian was shocked. How could this be possible? The totem tiger behind him was a mutated golden-eyed tiger. This wild beast was so powerful that it could smash a small mountain with one claw. That was the real power to crack a mountain!
The legal totem behind him was worse than the real mutated golden-eyed tiger, but the power of its claws could not be blocked by the physical strength of a Yuanji realm warrior.
Yang Gan believed that even Qin Haotian should not have such terrifying physical strength!
Could this be the secret technique of the mysterious tribe that Fatty belongs to?
Yang Gan felt awe-inspiring in his heart, but the attack in his hand was unambiguous. He raised his sword and slashed, and the pure Yang flames poured out towards the fat man.
"Boom!"
The fat man used his big hands to clamp Yang Qian's sword!
"call!"
Yang Gan activated the "Tai'a Sacred Law" to the extreme, and the pure Yang flames poured down. Fatty blocked Yang Gan's sword, but he could not block the burning pure Yang fire.
The flame enveloped his whole body. The fat man's whole body was bathed in fire, and his hair was on fire.
But the fat man in the fire laughed wantonly.
"This is your power. It feels like being warmed by a fire in winter. It's quite warm, hahaha!"
The fat man's laughter echoed in the arena and fell into Yang Gan's ears, like a curse, "How is this possible? The pure Yang flame burned his body, and he didn't feel anything at all?"
What kind of mysterious magic is this? Can you catch the claws of a mutated golden-eyed tiger with your bare hands? Can you burn your body with flames while laughing wantonly?
Yang Gan was really scared. He felt that his opponent's strength was completely beyond his imagination.
And he didn't even know what the other party relied on. Reason told him that it was impossible for anyone to have such a powerful body, but the fact was right in front of him.
Not understanding the secret technique that the fat man relied on, Yang Qian knew that he would definitely lose. Now his strongest attack could not hurt the fat man, and the opponent did not even use a weapon!
Yang Gan panicked, he used both hands hard, twisted the sword edge, and pulled it out of the fat man's hand.
The fat man seemed to be invulnerable. Even so, not a trace of blood flowed from his palms.
""Tai'a Sacred Law" - Sword of the Bright Sun!"
Yang Gan swept the flames with his sword, setting off a golden vortex of bright sun, and the sword edge pierced the heart of the fat man in yellow!
But the fat man just laughed ferociously, and without dodge, he pressed his palm towards Yang Gan!
"Crack!"
The sword edge pierced the body of the fat man in yellow, and at the same time, the palm of the fat man in yellow also pressed firmly on Yang Qian's chest.
"puff!"
Yang Gan's chest shook violently, his body flew backwards, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The fat man in yellow clothes was also penetrated by the sword. Nothing seemed to happen to him. Instead, he grinned with blood in his mouth.
The long sword passed through the body, and the fat man in yellow was actually laughing. The scene was extremely strange. He shook his body, grabbed the blade of the sword with one hand, and pulled out the scorching long sword bit by bit.
"A good sword, but it's a pity...it's useless to me!"
The fat man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if Yang Gan's sword had not stabbed him at all.
Seeing this scene, Yang Qian, who had always been proud, almost collapsed.
How could there be such an opponent? Is he immortal?
Could it be that the mysterious magic of the gods is the immortal body? How can an opponent with an immortal body be defeated?
Yang Qian had never felt so powerless.
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"What's going on? Didn't the game start early? What are they doing?"
In the arena, people looked at the "battle situation" on the Shenhuang Platform and were confused.
After the referee announced the start of the game, Yang Gan and Fatty stood ten feet apart, motionless.
The only change is that there is a secret text between the fat man's eyebrows. This secret text is shining and reveals an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.
"Why are they just standing there? Why don't they fight?"
Some warriors from Tai'a City asked. They were looking forward to seeing a fierce battle between needle and wheat, but the actual situation left them completely confused.
However, in the seats where the instructors and deacons of Tai'a Divine City were sitting, many of the heroes of Tai'a Divine Kingdom had solemn expressions on their faces.
"The battle has already started..." said an instructor from Tai'a City, his voice a little worried, "The moves used by the fat man are illusions. The situation is very bad. Yang Qian has already fallen into the illusion."
"Illusion?"
Many warriors in Tai'a City were stunned when they heard this, and used illusions to attack?
Is there such a trick?
Someone suddenly remembered something and looked at the mark between the fat man's eyebrows. Could the shimmering ancient secret text be the source of the illusion?
Looking at Yang Qian again, he was already covered in sweat, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, as if his mental state was extremely unstable!
"Oops!"
Although I don't know the specific situation of the illusion showdown, just looking at Yang Gan's appearance, I know that Yang Gan may not be able to hold on any longer.
In the world of illusion, the fat man is the absolute master. Once the opponent falls into the illusion, he can only be at his mercy.
Whatever Fatty's spiritual world view comes up with, what will happen in this illusion world. In this way, Fatty in the illusion world is already in an invincible position!
"The Qianshui family is indeed unparalleled in illusions." At the elders' table, a white-robed elder with an immortal air touched his beard and laughed happily.
"Of course, it's a pity that the Qianshui family's connections are thin. By this generation, there are not many people left. It seems that some of the mysterious and mysterious tribes have difficulty in having children due to the inheritance of their bloodline."
Another white-robed elder said that these two white-robed elders were the two people who had quarreled with Cang Yan because they belittled Yi Yun.
While talking, the two of them smiled and glanced at Cang Yan. Cang Yan had just given Yi Yun a token to go to the Sword Tomb. Not long after he came back, he was targeted by two old men in white robes.
The two old men in white robes deliberately reminded Cang Yan: "The biggest advantage of illusion attacks is that they ignore the opponent's movement, moves, skills, and artistic conception laws. As long as the opponent's mental power and vitality are not strong enough, once he falls into the illusion, no matter what All the moves are meaningless."
Cang Yan understood what the two meant. They were implying that Yi Yun's cultivation was limited and it would be difficult for him to stay awake in the world of illusion.
Cang Yan snorted coldly and didn't bother to answer. He grabbed a handful of Ling Kui seeds and smacked them while feeling slightly worried. If the Demonic Sword couldn't defeat this fat man, then who knows what happened to Yi Yun and this fat man in the next two days? Fighting, what will be the result?
Cang Yan was thinking about it, but at this moment, on the Shenhuang Platform, Yang Gan suddenly trembled, and blood was pouring out from his nostrils and ears. His face was pale at this time, his eyes were dull, and he seemed to be in the world of illusion. His fighting spirit was shattered!
The fat man laughed ferociously and jumped up. Like a violent bear, he rushed in front of Yang Gan and punched Yang Gan in the chest!
"Peng!"
With a loud bang, Yang Qian's sternum shattered, his body flew out, and he fell heavily onto the purple tungsten steel wall, where he passed out.
Yang Qian couldn't bear the double attack from the sea of soul and body.
"Haha!" The fat man in yellow laughed, "It's so easy!"
Fighting with illusions, the fat man in yellow only used one move from the beginning to the end except for the moves in the illusion world.
For a moment, the warriors from the Yunlong Divine Kingdom in the audience burst into cheers like a tide.
The fat man in yellow closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and enjoyed the cheers and shouts. This was his stage, this was his glory.
This feeling of everyone cheering for him made Fatty intoxicated!