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Seven figures hit Yan Zheng at the same time, six of them disappeared in an instant, leaving only one in front of him, his right fist was hitting Yan Zheng's chest hard... What's strange is that Yan Zheng's body just suddenly leaned back a little, and Wu Sansi's fist seemed to be sucked, and his movements were stalemate there.

drink!!

A second later, Yan Zheng suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted like thunder. The red light around his body seemed to have found a vent, and rushed from the place where Wu Sansi's fist hit. Wu Sansi suddenly felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and flew straight backwards in a painful muffled groan. He finally calmed down when his body was about to touch the ground. He twisted his body and his feet sucked firmly to the ground like a magnet, without falling down, but his face was filled with a clear red tide.

"The 'Thousands of Illusion Body' is unpredictable, and it is really hard to defend against. However, your skills are not as good as me. When you release the illusion body, you must disperse your power. The Northern Emperor Sect's Fire Soul Art not only uses both hands to release its power, but every part of the body can be said to be the natural nemesis of your 'Thousands of Illusion Body'. Don't use these fancy things. If you want to surpass me, just use your strength and strength honestly." Yan Zheng said coldly with his hands behind his back, as if an elder was preaching to his younger generation.

Wu Sansi's breathing heavily. Under the impact just now, he had suffered internal injuries. Without Yan Zheng's explanation, he had already known about the attack just now. His punch hit him hard in the chest and abdomen. While he created an illusion, Yan Zheng also began to accumulate strength in the dark. After he hit, the power that was ready to fight back instantly... As he said, the release of the power of the Fire Soul Art is not only possible through both hands and feet, and every part of the body can be retained freely.

With a cold snorkeling, Wu Sansi made a little breathing adjustment and immediately stepped forward. This time, he did not use the thousand-fold illusion body anymore, but rushed forward without any fancy and dealt with it with his own strength.

Wu Sansi is very strong. He is now at the beginning of the heaven level, but there is a big gap with Yan Zheng after all. The magical body skill is about killing with an assassin, and he is not good at close combat at all. In addition, he has suffered a considerable internal injury. After more than a dozen encounters, he has begun to show a lack of support. His movements are extremely light and agile, but under the suppression of Yan Zheng's aura, he still shows obvious obstacles, which makes him lose all his advantage. Finally, he sighed, avoided Yan Zheng's attack and turned away, sighing: "If you are not as good as someone else's skills, you will definitely lose if you continue to fight."

Yan Zheng withdrew his hands and said coldly: "There was once a saying in the magic martial arts world that martial arts can only be broken by speed. This statement is extremely absurd. In my opinion, in front of absolute power, it is just a fancy type and has no use. If you have the power to compete with me today, you will definitely be able to beat me."

Wu Sansi frowned and said, "You are wrong. I am not as good as you. I can only blame me for not being good at studying. I will never agree with the saying that the degree is not as good as strength..."

Whoosh...

Like a wisp of wind blowing suddenly, a thin figure stood in front of Wu Sansi, causing a flash of surprise on his face, and subconsciously shocked in his heart... This person was so fast.

With a thin face, a stiff face, a cold look, neither tall nor short, and a slightly thin figure, this person suddenly rushed out of the cold cliff. He held the windbreaker that he had taken out at some point in his hand, pointing straight to Yanzheng.

The appearance of Leng Ya immediately attracted everyone's attention. One by one, the eyes containing various eyes locked on the man who was only two decades old, but with strong fighting spirit and amazing murderous intent. This young man was originally ignored by them, but the invisible momentum he suddenly burst out made these masters standing at the peak of the magic martial arts in the Tianchen Continent unable to help but be turbulent.

Yan Zheng looked at him carefully, and his eyes finally fell on the Breaking Wind Blade in his hand. He remembered the information about this person in his heart. His face was slightly moved and he nodded and said, "I didn't expect that I would see a peerless genius who will be rampant in the world so soon. Today is really worth the trip."

No one thought that he had received such high praise from the Emperor Xi Jielu, because just from the momentum, it was easy to see that this young man who was about ten years old had already stepped onto the heavenly stairs!

There are not many people who can reach the heavenly stairs at this age, and in more than ten years, they will definitely be legendary figures who can make the world turbulent. In the past hundred years, in those who entered the heavenly stairs in their twenties, there was only one person who knew... The God of War Feng Chaoyang.

How could this young man not be alarmed? The expression of this person at this moment and the cold and horrifying murderous aura he released were clearly a destined disaster star. They seemed to have seen the whole day when Tianchen was trembling and uneasy because of the people. This day was already close.

Chu Jingtian was about to shout subconsciously, but Yan Duancang pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered: "Don't interfere with him."

Chu Jingtian then took back the sound that almost broke out, with excitement, expectation, and a lot of worry in his expression. He made progress with Leng Ya for three years, and he intersected with swords almost every day, knowing everything about each other. Now, Leng Ya has only entered the lower level of the sky level for less than a month. Faced with this extremely thick 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, and then turned around and left. Today, he had already taken a look away. Involuntarily, he looked at the young people who had been with Leng Ya before... If they were all like this young man, then... it would be too shocking, and it was simply incredible.

"You should be called Lengya, right? You don't need to be surprised. Three years ago, you appeared in the Tianlong Kingdom with the weapon of the God of War Feng Chaoyang, which made us have a lot of interest in you. Later, we occasionally learned that you were the son of Feng Chaoyang... In just three years, you have gone from the invisible child to the current level... The bloodline of the God of War is indeed amazing. Although your father died, he will have no regrets even if he dies, even if he dies." Yan Zheng said with sighing.

The atmosphere condensed again, as if it was a script. After the Son of the Phantom God, the Son of the War God appeared immediately in front of Yan Zheng, attracting everyone's attention. No one has ever heard of the War God Feng Chaoyang's descendants, but with Yan Zheng's identity, he would definitely not reveal false words. They inadvertently got another news of extraordinary significance.

The Son of the God of War, no wonder he has such a momentum! They began to look forward to his performance.

Even though Yan Zheng expressed his identity in a few words, Leng Ya was still calm and calm, and his breath had quietly locked in Yan Zheng, ready to attack.

"The God of War has reached the realm of divine power when attacking and defending, but you rely on your aura. It seems that the reason why you appear is that you are dissatisfied with what I said before. Then, use your strength to prove it." In front of Leng Ya, Yan Zheng was not holding his head wide, his hands were emitting a faint red light, and his face was slightly solemn.

However, he said lightly: The foundation is too shallow and not to be afraid. But if he continues to do this...

I

Like a thick piece of cardboard being cracked by a not very sharp knife, Leng Ya's body was already roaring away like a gust of wind. Who would believe that it was the sound of the windbreaker in his hand when the windbreaker cuts the air.

As Leng Ya moved like a thunderous movement, most of the experts in the field subconsciously frowned, thinking about the probability of avoiding this attack when they were prepared and unprepared. Leng Ya's attack was like a sharp arrow shot out by a bow pulled to the full moon. The process of addition was so small that it was almost negligible. The explosive power at that moment was terrifying. It made people think of it with fear: Not to mention the other strength of this person, if he hid in the dark and suddenly attacked the target, how many people could there be in the world who could avoid his sneak attack?

Ten years later, twenty years later, how many people can escape!?

hiss……

Yan Zheng's palms came out together, locking Leng Ya's hand tightly like an iron pliers. The wind-breaking blade in Leng Ya's hand had pierced the clothes on his chest and touched his skin. As long as he moved forward, it would be enough to make him see blood.

The decades of experience and the crisis consciousness that has almost become instinctive in the past few decades made him raise his hands in a flash and take the sudden blow of Leng Ya. When his hand clamped Leng Ya's hand, his heart also beat suddenly. It was not ease, but fear caused by instinct.

"What an amazing degree!" Yan Gongluo couldn't help but exclaim.

"Yes, yes, even my grandfather said that no one can compare to his talent in "quick, accurate and ruthlessness". "Chu Jingtian nodded and replied, but he was still nervous. Because Chu Cangming also said that Leng Ya's talent would turn him into a demon god in the dark and create a nightmare for countless people, but he was not suitable for having moves and powerful power, so he was not suitable for frontal battles... At this time, Leng Ya's right hand was actually imprisoned in his palm by Yan Zheng, whether it was a coincidence or agility. This was an extremely bad situation for Leng Ya.

"Your degree is indeed amazing, but... there is no strength. Once you are locked, there will be no threat at all!!" Yan Zheng said as he tightened his hands tighter and tighter. The muscles on Leng Ya's face began to twitch slightly, pouring all the strength into his right arm, but he could not break free from Yan Zheng's palm. Instead, he held it tighter and tighter... He did not try to use his left hand, because it would instead cause the power to disperse, making him unable to break free.

Leng Ya, he is like a sharp blade. When shot suddenly, he can cut his throat and die from an enemy who is not too late to avoid. However, once the hilt of the knife is caught by others, he does not have enough strength to break free, and he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He does not have strong power and is even more difficult to match in front of Yan Zheng, who has the strength of the mid-level heaven.

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