Chapter 230: The Battle of the Geniuses (20)

The space was torn apart, turning into two halves, and in an instant, the traces of the tear in the void had come to Hun Lian Qian's body, and in an instant, a trace of dangerous breath came out of it, and Hun Lian Qian's face changed greatly on the spot, and his feet quickly stepped on the ground, and his figure flashed, and he appeared on the other side of the dueling arena.

"Huh, huh, huh......" Hun Lian Qian's brows were furrowed after he dodged, and his heart was shocked, if he hadn't dodged just now, he might have confessed to the same place.

Because in the place of dodging, a huge jungle of metal thorns grew in place, and the cold light reflected from his body was like a terrifying one that devoured people.

"Bang!, however," how could Ling Thirteen let go of his opponent, with the dancing hands, one after another metal thorns emerged from the ground, constantly chasing Hun Lian Qian, and at the same time constantly compressing his activity space, soon, except for the three-foot space in front of Ling Thirteen, the entire dueling arena was almost completely gone.

There were thorn jungles everywhere, but even so, the nature between Ling Thirteen's hands never stopped, and a large amount of golden light condensed into golden bands of light and poured into the metal thorn jungle.

In an instant, the tooth-squeezing sound of "creaking ......" spread throughout the dueling arena, and the metal jungle all over the dueling arena began to grow, once again crushing the living space of the muddy and dry man, forcing him to live in the shield supported by his dreams, and slowly wait for death.

Time passed bit by bit on the side, and in the middle, Hun Lian Qian didn't try to summon up all his body to rush out of the encirclement and pierce the center, but whenever he used the weapon in his hand to break through the obstacles in front of him and move forward, endless thorns were derived and blocked in front of him, and Ling Thirteen shifted his position lightly during this time, so that the distance between the two has not been shortened.

In the end, in desperation, Hun Lianqian had no choice but to raise his right hand unwillingly and said, "I admit defeat!"

However, everything that happened was perceived by Hun Lianqian, and all the people in the dueling arena and those watching from the outside saw that he was still for a while, and then he raised his right hand to automatically admit defeat, and his figure gradually disappeared into the light.

"Illusion, it's really illusion?!" Zhang Yan sat in place, saw this scene, gasped, and exclaimed. "It seems that this competition is really exciting! you can't underestimate the inner disciples of other sects!" he thought in his heart.

And the situation in the dueling arena has also changed because of this, five against five, and in an instant, it has become five against four, and the result is naturally conceivable, and the Spirit God Gate wins. At the same time, today's game has come to an end.

When Zhang Yan returned to the resting place, his heart was full of thoughts, because tomorrow was the match between Refining Weapon City and the Hundred Battle Gate, and he didn't know much about the other party, and several people in the five-person team did the same, and what they knew was only from the sect's classics and hearsay on weekdays.

Baizhan Gate, worthy of its name, is a sect that really lives by war, and the disciples in the sect almost start fighting from the beginning, practicing combat skills, so to speak, each of the disciples is a battle maniac, therefore, the disciples of Baizhan Gate are also nicknamed "martial idiots" by the human race, with strong combat power and rich combat experience, and are a difficult opponent.

However, the battle between the groups is notoriously weak, which shows that there is no luck in this game, and it can only be hard and bright. The test is the personal strength of the five people led by Zhang Yan, which can also be said to be a personal battle.

The next day, Zhang Yan and the others came to the side of the dueling arena with the team of Refining Weapon City, waiting for the start of the game.

"The game begins!" With a command, five pillars of light enveloped Zhang Yan and the others, and their figures gradually disappeared and appeared in the dueling arena.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan's overflowing spiritual power keenly sensed the five surging battle intent on the opposite side, and in his spiritual world, these five battle intent were like the fire that had just been ignited.

Similarly, the four people other than Zhang Yan also sensed the fighting intent from the oppression on the other side, and several people looked at each other in unison, but all they got was the same cautious look on each other's faces.

However, several people did not act rashly, but only tensed their bodies slightly, clenched their weapons in their hands, and stood in place and waited quietly.

This is exactly the countermeasure that several people have discussed, without knowing each other, as much as possible to use static braking to force the other party to reveal more information, and then wait for the opportunity to act.

Soon, the five people of the Hundred Battles Gate condensed their battle intent to the extreme, their figures flashed, and after leaving an afterimage in place, they rushed straight towards Zhang Yan and the others with weapons in their hands.

After a few "bells and ......", the weapons continued to collide together, the figures flickered and staggered, and clusters of sparks bloomed in the void. The tentative attacks on both sides began, and you came and went. After dozens of moves, the five of them had a certain understanding of the five of them and their respective opponents, and they also had some plans in mind.

Mars are still blooming, weapons are still colliding, but invariably, several people are pulling the battlefield apart, so the distance between several people is getting farther and farther away, and soon, in the dueling arena, it will become their own battle.

The disciple of the Hundred Battles Sect opposite Zhang Yan was one of them, holding a huge heavy sword, which was similar to the Juntian Sword in his hand. And the battle between the two is also the most intense, and the destructive power is also the highest, where the two heavy swords pass, there is a mess, and the ravines are crisscrossed.

"Bang!" The heavy sword fell, and a big pit appeared in place, but the Juntian Sword in Zhang Yan's hand stabbed out violently, and the blunt and round tip of the sword blasted straight towards the opponent's chest. However, as soon as he reached the halfway point, the Jun Tianjian retracted at a faster speed and pressed down sharply.

The other party was desperate to exchange injuries for injuries, and the heavy sword in his hand rose directly from the ground and slashed at Zhang Yan, and the dull sound of breaking wind sounded, and the wind blade formed by the huge wind pressure even cut off a few strands of his hair.

In an instant, the blades of the long swords in the hands of the two collided together, but this time they did not immediately separate as before, but strangely competed in mid-air, and the feet of the two fell deep into the ground in an instant.

However, the other hand of the two did not want to be idle for a moment, and slammed into each other, "Bang!" In the end, both of them were hit, and the other party's fist landed on his sword-holding shoulder.

"Stepping on the ......" The two of them faded backwards together, and the heavy sword in the other hand was also separated, and in just an instant, Zhang Yan felt the power of the other party's kung fu, and at the same time, the other party also felt the power of his hand in addition to the dream power.

"Interesting, really interesting! The strength in your hands is even stronger than those who specialize in cultivating physical exercises!" Suddenly, Zhang Yan heard the other party laugh and said.

"Each other, each other! The degree of condensation of the dream power attached to your fist is not something that ordinary people can do!"

After laughing, the two collided again, fist shadows, sword lights...... The whole body can be counted as a weapon, all of them have been used by the two, the confrontation of combat skills, the duel of combat skills, the confirmation of combat consciousness, the battle between the two can be said to be just a simple contest, which is the tacit understanding between two familiar strangers.

But as the battle extended, this kind of final break between the two people, because the basic thing it appeared - to test each other and understand each other's intentions was broken.

"Bell!" once, "Bell!" twice...... Zhang Yan endured the tremendous force from the body of the Juntian Sword, growing again and again, his feet began to sink deeply, and finally, when the sixth collision sounded, the power from the sword body finally made him have to unload the force backwards, and his body began to retreat.

"Bell!" The seventh sound, one step, the eighth tone, three steps, and when it came to the ninth sound, Zhang Yan mustered up all his strength to take it hard, but his body was also knocked out because of this.

But the heavy sword in the opponent's hand was lifted again, like a bolt of lightning, lifted to the highest place, and then fell with a bang, and the terrifying wind pressure condensed on the sword body directly turned into a huge wind blade, falling together.

This time, Zhang Yan was no longer clumsy, the Juntian Sword in his hand instantly became larger, blocking in front of him, resisting it with his shoulders, and his feet naturally landed, ready to meet the next terrifying attack. After a loud bang, two deep ravines appeared on the dueling arena, dozens of meters away.

However, it was quickly smoothed out by the gully drawn by the Jun Tian Sword that followed closely behind, "It's strong!" Zhang Yan said while holding the huge Jun Tian Sword body up, with an indifferent expression.

However, the real situation was that the hands on the hilt of the Juntian Sword were forcibly suppressed by him, and then in his perception, some fragile capillaries on his arms should have been cracked, and blood should have been seen under his clothes.

"It's a big loss, it's a big loss, this time it's really a big loss!" Zhang Yan thought in his heart, but the movements in his hands were not sloppy, and the sword body flashed, and it had already appeared on the top of the other party's head.

Just now, he wanted to test the level of the opponent's combat skills again, so he stubbornly accepted all the opponent's moves, and never fell once, but the falcon all day long, but today he was pecked by the eagle, and he suffered such a small loss for a while.

Suddenly, "His grandmother's, you have been in the limelight for a while just now, it's my turn!" Between the lightning and flint, I heard Zhang Yan roar, and the movements in his hands were a little faster.

The sword body fell and fell to the ground, which was blocked by the opponent's heavy sword, but what happened next made Zhang Yan uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood.

Before he could bless the sword body, all the strength of his body burst out, who knew that the heavy sword that had just collided with it in the opponent's hand suddenly turned into a boneless loach, not only slippery, but also soft, with no strength at all, and instantly made Zhang Yan burst out of the huge force, like a boulder thrown into the sea, just tossing one of its countless waves, doing nothing, disappearing silently.

"Rub Rub ......"