Chapter 1124

The meaning of Jianying's words is very clear. Fight with him first, and then fight with Kong Yue.

This sentence is obviously said in the name of the disciples of the sword temple.

Kong Yue and the strong man of the nine fairy palace looked very ugly. Kong Yue looked coldly at the sword and said, "I admit your talent is good, but you rank lower in the nine domain list and your realm is low. How can you be the opponent of Zhan Fengyang? What's the significance of such a requirement?"

Many people are silent. Kong Yue's words are not wrong. They are separated by three realms, and the opponent is also the Tianjiao figure of the divine palace. How can we fight?

There is no difference between fighting first and fighting later.

"What are you talking about?" Fu Yunjing flashed a sharp look and looked at Kong Yue. His eyes seemed to explode.

"Senior brother." Jianying glanced at Fu Yunjing, then looked at Jianying and said, "it's not up to you to judge whether it's meaningful. This is my request. Even if it's defeated, I'm convinced."

Kong Yue's body trembled violently, his eyes became extremely sharp and said, "OK, I'll let you fight first!"

At the moment, the hearts of the vast crowd set off stormy waves, and their eyes were filled with a shocking look. Jianying said that this was his request, and he was willing to win or lose.

They vaguely understood why the sword won.

I think he had expected to lose to Zhan Fengyang, but he still had to fight and fight with Zhan Fengyang in his strongest state. Only in this way could he know how big the gap was.

"Is this the temple disciple?" Many young people murmured. Looking at the figure as straight as a sword, they couldn't help admiring it. Most of them couldn't do this sudden and persistent nature.

Zhan Fengyang stepped forward calmly and came to the central area of the void step by step, appearing in the sight of countless people.

At the moment, he has become the focus of the audience.

Hua Shizhen's beautiful eyes also stare at Zhan Fengyang, the man she wants to marry. Although she doesn't like each other at all, she has to admit that he is really, very excellent.

It's just that such a man is not what she wants.

Sword win also looked at the wind blowing towards Zhan, and a faint sword idea floated out of him and shrouded the space above.

"Let's go." A sound came out of Jianying's mouth. It seemed that he was ready.

"Although you have your own pursuit, in my opinion, this pursuit is somewhat ridiculous. You will feel powerless whether you fight with your peak state or me who has fought a battle." Zhan Fengyang said calmly, "so what you just said really doesn't make much sense."

Zhan Fengyang is no inferior to Jianying in both identity and background, so he doesn't need to save face for Jianying.

Today is his wedding, he is the protagonist, but what Jianying said just now has the meaning of stealing his limelight. He is very unhappy.

Therefore, he will fight with all his strength next.

When Jianying heard this, his eyes coagulated, then he nodded gently and said, "if you are angry, fight."

As the voice fell, he stepped out several steps in succession and stretched out his hand at the same time. The aura of the surrounding heaven and earth rioted wildly and turned into a long sword with aura, which contained a variety of regular forces. All of them were transformed into terrible sword Qi and filled with destructive sword rays.

"What a powerful aura control!" The hearts of all people were shocked and stared at the sword to win the Reiki long sword in their hands. It is not difficult to turn Reiki into sword, but at the same time, it is not possible for ordinary people in the three-tier realm of Yuan emperor to integrate a variety of rules into sword spirit.

"In the wild field competition, sword win is the top eight player in the second territory. This alone is enough to see his extraordinary." Humane.

"A small skill." Zhan Fengyang said faintly. Is it difficult to turn Reiki into sword?

He raised his palm, which seemed to have a magic power. The space solidified, and the aura was directly compressed together into a purple long sword. There was even a set of lines on the sword body, just like a real magic weapon, releasing a strong threatening wave.

Even at a very long distance, the crowd could feel the wave on the purple sword and couldn't help trembling in their hearts.

Wanhua emperor looked at all this calmly with his eyes, and there was no wave in his heart. He could not understand the strength of his disciples. Even if Jianying was a disciple of Gu Mo, he would still lose in the face of Fengyang.

Without any sign, the body shapes of Jianying and zhanfengyang disappeared in place. Then there was a strong fluctuation in the central void, as if there had been a violent shock. Two fuzzy figures could be seen flashing madly, and the speed was fast to the extreme, like two swords competing.

"This..." countless people seemed to have their breath stagnated, their hearts stopped beating and stared at the scene in the void.

With a difference of three realms, can we fight to this level?

At this time, Kong Yue, Qi Jinge, Cang Yu and others also became dignified and focused on the battlefield.

The strength of sword winning is stronger than their imagination.

With the brilliant radiance of the sword blooming, countless terrible sword Qi raged from above. Two kinds of sword attacks collided constantly. One was extremely sharp and wanted to tear everything apart, and the other was changeable and mysterious. In a moment, the space directly turned into ruins, collapsed and broken inch by inch, full of holes, shocking the endless crowd.

"Grandpa, how strong is the sword?" Wan Yalan Mei glanced at the battlefield, turned her head and asked Wanhua emperor. She could only see that Zhan Fengyang suppressed the sword to win, but she couldn't see the real talent of sword to win.

Emperor Wanhua stared at the void, remained silent for a moment, and slowly opened his mouth: "it's really good. If it's the same level, it may not be much worse than the wind."

He thought Zhan Fengyang would easily crush each other, but he didn't expect that under such a huge gap, Jianying could still struggle and release his own light, which touched him a little. Gu Mo accepted a good disciple this time.

He should have thought of this long ago. From the perspective of ancient ink, would he accept ordinary people as disciples?

Suddenly, a sharp sound came out, and two terrible sword lights collided again, and then burst apart, as if an invisible sharp blade cut the void, which was directly divided into two and torn in two.

"Cough." A light cough came out, and countless eyes looked in one direction. The figure of Jianying was there. It was no longer as tall and straight as a sword as before, bowed slightly, and his face was as white as paper.

Although he still tried his best to stand upright, people with clear eyes could see that at this time, he was seriously injured and lost the ability to fight.

"Younger martial brother!" Fu Yunjing's body flashed and came to Jianying. Jianying waved to him and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine."

Zhan Fengyang's figure fell slowly, with the meaning of light wind and light clouds on his face. He was wearing white clothes and swayed slightly, showing the meaning of super dust.

From beginning to end, he looked very elegant and calm. For him, the war seemed nothing at all.

"Your strength is really good to fight with me to this point." Zhan Fengyang looked at the figure in front and said, "but my previous words will not be taken back. No matter whether I fight first or later, it has no meaning."

"You..." Fu Yunjing looked at Zhan Fengyang coldly and beat his younger martial brother three levels higher. He was very proud?

Jianying slowly raised his head with a trace of firm faith in his eyes and said, "I won't take back my previous words. Within a year, I will find another chance to fight with you."

Hearing this, Zhan Feng raised his mouth slightly and said thoughtfully, "I don't care. If you are willing to fight, I don't mind defeating you again."

People's eyes suddenly coagulated, which is really proud.

It doesn't hurt to fight again. I don't mind defeating again.

Sword win has his own pride, exhibition wind, and the same. It must not be easily trampled on by others.

The sword won and said, "let's go."

"Hum!" Fu Yunjing snorted coldly, and then stepped back with his sword.

Jianying and the disciples of the sword temple were about to leave. At this time, the voice of Zhanchao came: "little friend, it's not too late to leave after watching the next battle."

Jianying turned and looked at Zhan Chao. He immediately understood Zhan Chao's intention. He was worried that if he left in such a defeat, outsiders would think that Zifeng building would bully others. Therefore, it was easy to retain him. In this way, it would be difficult for the master to trouble Zifeng building in the future.

"Thank you, elder." Sword wins and hugs slightly. Since you keep him, stay and have a look.

"Elder martial brother, let's go after reading it." Sword wins to Fu Yunjing.

"Listen to you." Fu Yunjing said, but his face was still not very good-looking. It was obvious that he couldn't swallow the tone just now. It was too oppressive.

Wan Yalan showed a beautiful smile on her face. Her beloved man was incomparable in style and suppressed the temple disciples, which was unmatched in the audience.

At this time, Zhan Fengyang turned his eyes, looked at the direction of Kong Yue and said, "you, come out."

Kong Yue's expression suddenly stiffened, and his eyes looked at Zhan Fengyang with some displeasure. He was also a man on the list of nine regions and a favorite of heaven. However, Zhan Fengyang spoke to him in such a casual tone, which was too careless to pay attention to him.

"Zhan Fengyang, although you rank higher than me in the nine domain list, you are in the same state. You may not be much better than me!" Kong Yueshen said, staring at Zhan Fengyang.

"Ridiculous." Zhan Fengyang disdained a smile and said indifferently, "fortunately, you also know that you are in the same territory with me. However, I am forty-one. Where are you?"

Where are you?

The words fell, and the space suddenly became extremely quiet and silent.

This sentence was introduced into Kong Yue's eardrum. He felt so harsh. His face was hot, his fists were clenched, and he felt incomparable shame in his heart. He was in the same place with Zhan Fengyang, but Zhan Fengyang was 41 and he was 76. There were 34 people between them.

Zhan Fengyang had nothing to say but to prove it with his strength.

The eyes of the crowd suddenly showed a strange look, and their hearts were vaguely looking forward to it. Looking at the two figures in front, I'm afraid the next battle will be very fierce.