Chapter 231: The Battle of the Geniuses (21)

A foul mouth involuntarily gushed out from Zhang Yan's hand, it was really because the opponent's style of play was too uncomfortable, and his combat skills could be soft and rigid, which was very uncomfortable, so that his whole body strength could not be fully exerted.

But this time Zhang Yan was wrong to blame the other party, in fact, the other party was helpless to use this move, and it was not so easy to unload his power at once, after all, this was pure strength.

Then, it can be said that in an instant, Zhang Yan was completely berserk, even with the Juntian Sword in his hand, his hands raised the huge sword body like a door panel, and smashed it down one after another, and his strength became stronger and stronger each time, directly transforming into an overwhelming attack.

"Hmph! overcome rigidity with softness, then I'll see if you're soft, or if I'm stronger!"

Now that the balance has been broken, the situation will naturally change. Now Chongjiu has reached the realm of perfection in Zhang Yan's hands, and his moves are naturally coherent and fast. It is full of strength, but it is undeniable that although the moves are coherent, when they fall on the opponent's heavy sword, they are like water sucked into a sponge, and there is no change.

And in the face of such an attack, the other party was able to have wonderful counterattacks from time to time, and even, a few attacks almost broke the attack range of the Jun Tian Sword in his hand.

"It's really worthy of being the number one sect in combat skills!" Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The sword light skimmed and stayed beside the two of them.

"Heavy Seven!" Zhang Yan's arms tightened violently, and the power that had been condensed in his body finally burst out, his body moved suddenly, and the person moved with the sword, and a cold and swift sword light pierced the sky, thinking straight about the opponent.

In the face of the sudden attack, when the disciple of the Hundred Battle Sect opposite Zhang Yan didn't seem to react, the huge Juntian Sword body directly slashed at the waist, but at this moment, the expression on Zhang Yan's face became solemn, because the feeling coming from the sword body was empty, and this feeling did not cut anything at all.

"Decent speed!" the opponent's voice suddenly sounded softly from behind him, as a loud cracking sound followed.

"Bang... With a low muffled sound, the heavy sword was directly slashed at the Juntian Sword that Zhang Yan hurriedly blocked on his right shoulder, but fortunately, he reacted in time and resisted it with the sword body, otherwise, at this time, the left shoulder may have lost its combat effectiveness, and with a fierce force in his hand, he used his left shoulder as the fulcrum to raise the Juntian Sword violently.

At the same time, the body retreats and redistances itself from the other party. "The opponent's combat skills are not only numerous, but also very weird, what I slashed just now should be the phantom produced by the opponent's combat skills! It seems that just relying on the set of combat skills of Chongjiu, it is probably impossible to deal with the other party. ”

"Hiss, hiss......" Suddenly, Zhang Yan put down the Juntian Sword violently, the blunt and round tip of the sword lay on the ground, and his feet stomped on the ground violently, his body became faster and faster, and the Juntian Sword was also dragged behind him, leaving a straight trace on the ground quickly.

"Heavy eight!" Zhang Yan shouted in his heart, a sword slashed at the other party, and the sword light was drawn, but it was blocked by the heavy sword erected by the other party, however, how could the heavy nine that could be easily used be so simple, with the suddenly tense body and the strength of the whole body, the next moment, Zhang Yan's figure actually appeared on the other side of the other party, and the tip of the sword stabbed out violently.

Then, the sword body disappeared again with Zhang Yan's body, and the sword body in his hand appeared on the other side, drawing out,...... Slashing, slashing, stabbing, and flirting, almost in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yan's figure actually appeared in all directions, in all directions, around the opponent, swinging all kinds of basic sword moves.

Although these sword moves are basic, with the blessing of Zhang Yan's extreme speed and the strength of his whole body, they are enough to become terrifying, let alone swing them at such a high frequency. Moreover, with his full strength, the sword light that emerged in the void actually contained a trace of mystical charm that was so faint that it was almost invisible.

"Yo! stinky boy, it's not bad, there is a hint of the taste of simplicity!" Li Hua, the old man who was paralyzed on the role as always, finally opened his closed eyes slightly, and muttered in his mouth.

"Bell, bell, bell......!" In an instant, the inner disciples of the Hundred Battles Gate were clumsy, and the heavy sword in his hand kept resisting the sword light that appeared in front of him. But the strength carried on the body of the Juntian Sword made him suffer enough, because the soft strength he exerted on the heavy sword was not enough to remove every sword, and every time he received the power of a sword, there was a feeling that he couldn't resist, and his body couldn't help but want to retreat.

But in the face of these, he could only forcibly control his body, because all sides of his body were filled with Zhang Yan's sword light, like the sword light of the abyss.

In the end, helplessly, the dream power on the surface of the body began to flow, and slowly, a set of armor condensed by the dream power was summoned to resist the sword light that Zhang Yan attacked.

"Bang!" The last blow, Zhang Yan held the Juntian Sword the size of a door panel with both hands, twisted his body, swung it out violently from the bottom to the top, like swinging a baseball bat, the sword body was heavily pumped on the opponent's body, a loud bang appeared, and the result of being hit was to be pumped out like a broken sack.

Immediately after, Zhang Yan stepped on the ground with his feet again, and his body rushed out, like a shadow, and the sword body was about to fall again, originally in the void, and it was pulled out, the body of the disciple of the inner sect of the Hundred Battles Sect should have no place to borrow strength, but then the strange side suddenly appeared in front of him.

I saw the opponent's body curl up violently, and then bounced away like a twisted twist, and drew a full moon on his right foot, smashing weirdly at Zhang Yan's hands holding the Jun Tian Sword.

Similarly, Zhang Yan was in mid-air, and his body could not borrow strength, so he could only rely on his strong waist and abdomen strength to temporarily stalemate in mid-air, and he dodged this blow with difficulty.

"Step!" and after this blow, the opponent's body was able to fall, his feet landed steadily, he looked down at the armor attached to his body, which was full of cracks and scratches, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he wiped the armor with his hand with a smile, and the dream power surged, and the armor returned to its original state.

"Yes, it seems that this time I can really have a good time!hahaha......" Suddenly a burst of laughter sounded, his hands were folded, and he smiled maniacally while holding his whole face, this is what Zhang Yan's eyes saw, and in the spiritual world, the battle intent he saw was once again frantically gushing out, directly breaking through the limit again, and climbing to a new height.

Suddenly, the disciples of the Hundred Battles Sect who were fighting against the other four disciples of the Inner Gate of the Refining Weapon City unexpectedly distanced themselves from their opponents, looked at the area where Zhang Yan was, and said,

"It seems that Senior Brother Liu Yi is going to be serious this time! This time, that fellow brother of yours is going to suffer!"

After hearing these words, the four people in the group with Zhang Yan glanced at each other, and they all saw the solemnity in each other's eyes. Because in the battle they just had, they also felt the difficulty of the other party just like Zhang Yan, "It seems that Brother Zhang Yan should be the most difficult one among them!"

However, when Zhang Yan perceived all this, he had no intention of making much profit in this competition, and at this moment, he just wanted to finish this game completely by himself and win.

"Hmph, battle intent, not only you have, I also have it!" As soon as the words fell, Zhang Yan once again dragged the Jun Tian Sword towards the opponent.

But Liu Yimou only turned the heavy sword in his hand, and the wide sword body actually resisted the blow that Zhang Yan rushed to attack. But his pupils shrank sharply, and a turquoise light suddenly burst out from the heavy sword in his hand, shooting out.

Approaching Zhang Yan's face, forcing him to tilt his head to dodge the blow, but at the same time, the strange feeling from behind him made the alarm bell ring in his heart, and his body quickly jumped up and rushed towards him.

At this time, he clearly saw what kind of sacredness was attacking behind him, only to see a huge rattan appear, dancing wildly with its body, and on it stood a sharp thorn like a wolf's tooth, and the whole was a living mace!

"Wood attribute?!No wonder! When fighting, I always feel that something is wrong with your body, it turns out that it is out of here!" However, before Zhang Yan's words fell, the huge vines smashed down towards him, and along with them, there were the rest of the eight emerald green brilliance, which fell in all directions of his body, and then fell to the ground, and in an instant, the same vines and eight roots came out.

Twisting his body towards the center, all of a sudden, Zhang Yan lifted the Juntian Sword and smashed it down without thinking, directly pumping one of the vines out, but the feeling from the top of the sword body did not make him feel so good, because the uncomfortable feeling of wanting to vomit blood just now appeared again.

And this time there are as many as nine.

However, these are not to be feared, the moment Zhang Yan knew the other party's dream power attributes, a brand-new rune had already appeared in Zhang Yan's left palm, and in an instant, a lot of energy in the air was drained away, turning into a firewood that ignited the flames in his hand.

The sound of ......the flame scorching the water sounded, and the vines that resisted stubbornly in front of Jun Tianjian turned into scum under the flame long knife that Zhang Yan's left hand had just conjured, it was simply a knife one by one, like chopping melons and vegetables, and the nine vines turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

"Fire attribute?!shouldn't it?!" A murmur sounded, Liu Yimou frowned and continued to control the severed vines, and in an instant, nine identical vines appeared on the ground again, but this time the vines had some changes, when Zhang Yan slashed upwards as usual, "Bell!"

A metallic roar suddenly sounded, and a spark sputtered out in all directions.

"Is it interesting to have a dual attribute of gold and wood?!!" A reflection that should have appeared on the metal appeared strangely on the wooden vines.