Zhan Chen's heart moved, and it was the frightened boy who contacted him, so he asked angrily: "Boy, what's wrong with you, don't you see that my eyebrows are burning here?"

Zhan Chen turned his anger into joy and asked, "What's the way?"

"Dragon Fright Sword!"

"I see, that's great!" Zhan Chen raised his eyebrows, but asked again: "Boy, tell me quickly, how much difference is the power between the Dragon Fright Sword and the Golden Feather Sword? ”

"It's so strong, you said it earlier!" Zhan Chen was overjoyed.

"Then why do you say it now? Isn't this more dangerous in public? ”

"Yes, I can't lose!" Zhan Chen's gaze became resolute, and he immediately took out this Immortal Rank Middle Grade Dao Weapon.

But now he felt that it was not at all difficult to manipulate the sword, like an arm and a finger. Yes, now he is no longer the little martial saint of the past, but a dignified immortal realm powerhouse, and he will let this sword shine in the future!

At this time, the momentum condensed on Zhuo Ting's body had reached the extreme, and from the high clouds, countless lightning bolts fell to completely envelop his body, and through those scorching lightnings, he could no longer even recognize his appearance.

Seeing the lightning coming, Zhan Chen was not afraid of danger, because he held the Dragon Horror Sword in his hand, this seemingly inconspicuous Dao weapon, somehow, but it gave him a wonderful sense of peace.

This sword seemed to be nothing in front of a huge thunderbolt, but it was extremely condensed, as powerful as a clenched fist, making it contain a unique aura, as if it could really split mountains and mountains.

Lei Dong's sword returned in vain, and he returned to Zhuo Ting again, looking at all this, Zhuo Ting's eyes flashed with disbelief, and shouted: "Impossible, Zhan Chen, your strength is obviously inferior to mine, why can you break my full force, what kind of magic do you use!"

"Impossible! How could your realm have improved a lot all of a sudden? Otherwise, I would have lost to you just now!" Zhuo Ting muttered, and suddenly he suddenly saw the Dragon Fright Sword in front of Zhan Chen, his pupils shrank, and he shouted: "I see, you have changed a Dao weapon!"

"Hmph, restrain me, impossible, I want you to know what absolute strength is!" Zhuo Ting was obviously unwilling to admit defeat, and still shouted.

However, now in Zhan Chen's hand was the Youlong Fright Sword, Zhan Chen looked at the thunder dragon with full of fighting spirit, and suddenly shouted: "Frightened blow!" The Youlong Fright Sword turned into a sword light and stabbed towards the center of the thunder dragon's eyebrows, and turned into a small golden dragon of only ten meters in midair.

"Zheng!" The Dragon Horror Sword and the Thunder Sword collided together, and the Thunder Sword collapsed at the touch of a button, rolled back, and returned to Zhuo Ting's hand, and let out a burst of sorrow, as if he had been hurt by something.

"Defeated? no, I will never defeat you, obviously my strength is stronger!" Zhuo Ting obviously did not want to accept the reality that the swordsmanship could be easily broken, and roared wildly, his eyes red.

Zhuo Ting was obviously unwilling to fail, and continued to resist stubbornly, re-controlling the thunder sword into a two-hundred-meter thunder dragon, and the scroll warrior came back.

Golden Shadow Kill is the sixth form of the Dragon Imperial Sword Technique, which is characterized by a variety of changes, and can attack a target hundreds of times in an instant, although it is only the sixth form of the Imperial Sword Technique, but it is second to none in terms of the sophistication of the sword moves.

However, when he was wielding the Dragon Fright Sword, he felt that this spirit sword was like a part of his soul, as long as his mind moved, it could pose in various forms according to his own thoughts, so there was no obstacle at all to perform this move.

At this point, the overall situation has been decided, Zhan Chen breathed a sigh of relief and retrieved the Dragon Horror Sword, and said to him lying on the ground: "Zhuo Ting, I won, ten minutes have not arrived!"

"Zhan Chenwin!" the referee announced loudly.

As soon as Zhan Chen returned to Guanzhan Mountain, Zhuang Xiaodie stepped forward, hugged him, and said with a smile: "Zhan Chen, you finally won!"

"But senior brother, he—" A hint of worry flashed in Zhuang Xiaodie's eyes.

While the two were talking, Zhuo Ting came back with tired steps, and immediately saw Zhuang Xiaodie and Zhan Chen hugging each other, his eyes fluctuated, and his fists couldn't help clenching, but after all, he didn't step forward again, but sat down in his seat in frustration.

Zhuo Ting suddenly raised his head to look at Zhuang Weiye, and called, "Master, but I-"

Zhuo Ting smiled bitterly and muttered, "Teacher, in your eyes, do you think we are like brothers and sisters?"

Zhuo Ting lowered his head and said bitterly: "But I can't let it go yet!"

This sentence finally touched Zhuo Ting, and he raised his head sharply and looked at his mentor, with tears in his eyes.