Chapter Eighty-Three: The Battle of the Strong
Yun Shan saw the sudden punch, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and his sixth sense seemed to anticipate the direction of the fist.
Tremble in the balance.
Suddenly, his hands were like the wind, and his mind entered a state of drifting with the wind and shrouded in mist. Unconsciously, he subconsciously exerted the spiritual power in his body, like the wind and clouds, the clouds from the dragon, and the wind from the tiger.
On the other side, Cheng Ying chased straight up, and in the face of Yunshan's obstruction, for a while, he was actually resolved.
Rumble!
However, Cheng Ying was expressionless, and deep in his body, he actually let out a loud roar.
At the same time, he frowned, stared at Yun Shan's footsteps, and punched again!
This punch is completely different.
The fierce style in front of him has changed, and this punch is like a ghost, in a trance, if it is about to leave.
This punch seems to be very slow and seems to have little strength, but in fact, it breaks through the limit of speed.
Cheng Ying pushed suddenly, and the fist seemed to be out of shape, tearing through Yunshan's defense line and bombarding his chest!
This actually!
It's a Xuan-level exercise, Cloud Dragon Fist!
As soon as the cloud dragon came out, in the ethereal, the killing intent condensed!
Three punches in a row, one punch bent the bow to shoot the tiger, the second punch was the iron lock Zhenjiang, the third punch appeared, and the surrounding spiritual power soared, like a cloud dragon condensed, and the momentum was violent.
This is already the top method among the Xuan-level exercises!
Yun Shan was blasted out by the Cloud Dragon Fist, but the expected scene did not appear.
Yun Shan's whole body was intact, if he had to say it, he was only a little embarrassed physically.
Yunshan made a leap forward, and was in a state of confrontation with Cheng Ying again.
His face was flat, but there was an extra spiritual weapon in his hand.
Mortal-level five-grade spiritual weapon, fire sword!
That's right!
This Flame Sword is exactly the same as the Flame Sword in Xiao Yang's hand!
"This ......" Cheng Ying's face showed a hint of surprise.
He had seen Xiao Yang, and naturally knew that in Xiao Yang's hand, there was also a fiery sword.
"In the Ice Flame Pavilion, when did there be two flaming swords?"
Cheng Ying had some doubts in his mind, but at this time, he couldn't be distracted.
He's not without spiritual weapons.
A long knife, from Cheng Ying's back, rose with the trend.
It is also a mortal-level five-grade spiritual weapon.
This knife is called the Cloud Dragon Knife.
The fist intent of Yunlong Fist is also what Cheng Ying realized from the top of this knife.
Seeing that Cheng Ying took out the Yunlong Knife, Yun Shan's face also became solemn.
Obviously, the two have fought against each other before.
"Yun Shan, I know that you are a genius in the Ice Flame Pavilion. As long as you go further, you can reach the Extreme Yang Palace. ”
Cheng Ying's voice was slow and logical, but full of coldness.
"However, when it comes to combat experience, you are far worse than me!"
Cheng Ying drank suddenly and attacked again!
......
At the same time, on the battlefield, the warriors of the Ice Flame Pavilion and the Ziyang Mansion also killed.
Kill!
The warriors of the Ziyang Mansion, holding spears in their hands, stabbed into the formation of the Ice Flame Pavilion with a slight stab.
On the side, the warriors of Qingyunmen assisted the warriors of Qingyunmen from the flanks and covered up and killed the warriors of the Ice Flame Pavilion.
The sword is added, with arcs and trajectories, and you come and go on the battlefield. Keyuan
And the Ice Flame Pavilion martial artists in the center of the storm circle, facing the attack of the two martial artists, and lacking Li Guangren's vital force, it was obviously a little difficult to resist!
"Kill!"
In the midst of the crisis, the martial artist at the forefront of the Ice Flame Pavilion was actually dancing with a horizontal sword and yelling.
There is no way, in the face of attacks from all sides, he can only protect his whole body, and if he wants to fight back, he doesn't have the ability yet.
The shadow of the knife is churning, blocking on all sides.
With a clang, sparks shoot across the battlefield, and every attack is a roar between swords and spears.
The murderous aura was boiling, and the martial artists of the three parties could be described as hating the four seas, and every time they collided, the martial artists of the Ice Flame Pavilion could feel the strong killing intent from the enemy forces.
Many of their warriors who went to the battlefield had never experienced such a life-and-death struggle.
For most of them, this may be the first time they have joined such a big battle.
However, it is also possible that this will be their last time on the battlefield.
Gradually, the martial artists at the head of the Ice Flame Pavilion were a little powerless.
These martial artists, all of them are at the peak of the Qi Mansion realm, and all of them are good hands in the Ice Flame Pavilion.
However, in the face of such a high-intensity attack, they are not immune to it.
Poof!
One of the warriors, in the process of parrying, because he didn't see the sneak attack of the Qingyunmen warrior next to him, his clothes were instantly cut by the sword.
At the same time, a knife wound on his shoulder went deep into his skin. And the blood also stained half of his body.
He fell with the tide!
However, this downturn was like the Minoan bone shield effect, and the warriors behind were also in chaos.
The warriors of Ziyang Mansion took advantage of the victory to pursue, and for a while, the warriors of the Ice Flame Pavilion fell into a desperate situation.
On the battlefield on the other side, the battle between Cheng Ying and Yunshan continued.
By this time, Yun Shan had no time to think about it.
He played with his sword, as if using a gun, the dragon swung its tail, swung violently, and showed swordsmanship, entangled with Cheng Ying.
Poof!
Yun Shan's attack was not weak, and at this moment, it actually slashed Cheng Ying's arm, and blood splattered and shot out in all directions.
However, Cheng Ying did not give up, he waved the big knife and sent it away, but he stabbed it towards Yunshan's heart.
Is this still worth it?
If it is solid, Yunshan will definitely be sent on the spot!
He didn't dare to joke with his own life!
When Yunshan saw the knife approaching, he looked up to the sky and fell.
This is the best way to dodge the current attack!
At this moment, Yun Shan lost his first move, and Cheng Ying's arm was injured, so to speak, it was purely a mutual exchange.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
An ethereal voice suddenly sounded on this battlefield.
"Yunshan, why are you struggling?"
The sound resounded through the heavens and the earth, and it was deafening.
"Bing Lingfeng?" Yun Shan's face suddenly changed drastically.
The lord of Ziyang Mansion?
How did he end up here?
Yun Shan's heart was shocked. Wasn't the master of Ziyang Mansion restrained by the people of the Extreme Yang Palace?
How could it be on a frontal battlefield?
"That's right, it's me!" a faint smile appeared on Bing Lingfeng's face.
Under the moonlight, Bing Lingfeng's figure was extremely ethereal, with a pair of red eyes, extremely demonic.
I saw that Bing Lingfeng took a stride, and he came to Yun Shan from a distance in an instant.
"If you are given another twenty years of cultivation time, I may not be able to beat you. You can't wait for that time, though. Bing Lingfeng smiled lightly, and his face suddenly changed.