"Broken Love Sect?"

Hearing Zhang Yan's words, Xiao Ping couldn't help but be stunned, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is that the third-rate force 'Broken Love Sect' in the region south of the Northern Desert?"

Zhang Yan's face always remained cold, and he did not answer Xiao Ping.

But Xiao Ping confirmed it himself, and when he looked at Zhang Yan again, he smiled sarcastically, "A disciple of a third-rate force dares to make a big deal of nonsense in front of my Xiao Ping?

Zhang Yan still didn't speak.

"Tell you! I, Xiao Ping, am a disciple of the 'Izumo Sect', one of the three second-rate forces in the Northern Desert! You, a disciple of a third-rate force, an ant-like existence, dare to be arrogant in front of me Xiao Ping?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Ping's eyes were full of cold light, and he shouted coldly: "Today, you will definitely die!"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Ping didn't talk nonsense, his body moved, and swept towards Zhang Yan, the narrow knife in his hand seemed to turn into a poisonous snake, and quickly rushed out and bit Zhang Yan's body.

Wow!

Above the void, the power of heaven and earth is turbulent, and the vision of heaven and earth reappears.

More than nine hundred and thirty ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared above Xiao Ping's head again, and pounced on Zhang Yan's place with teeth and claws, with momentum like a rainbow.

Xiao Ping, a disciple of the Izumo Sect.

Among the ten young disciples of the Izumo Sect who entered the 'Martial Emperor's Secret Collection' this time, their strength ranked in the 'top three'.

Because of this, Xiao Ping has a strong confidence in his own strength.

In his opinion.

A disciple with mere third-rate strength was just an ant-like existence in front of him, and he only needed one face to completely wipe him out of this world.

Facing the menacing Xiao Ping, Zhang Yan's face remained unchanged, but his eyes were completely cold, and his hands quickly stretched out.

In an instant, on Zhang Yan's hands, there was an extra spirit glove made of unknown materials, and the moment the glove appeared, a trace of cold air appeared on it.

"Ice Mood?!"

Sensing the cold aura emanating from Zhang Yan's hands, Xiao Ping's eyes froze, and his face showed a little surprise.

The artistic conception of ice can be regarded as the most powerful natural artistic conception, and it is almost impossible to comprehend unless it is a person with extraordinary talent and opportunity.

When he saw that only two hundred ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared above the void above Zhang Yan's head, Xiao Ping's face couldn't help but have a sarcastic smile, "It turned out to be just a 'high-level ice artistic conception'. ”

In his opinion.

A high-level ice artistic conception is no threat to him!

It's just that his face quickly changed. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

Just because, at the same time that Zhang Yan's hands exuded bursts of terrifying cold air, Yuan Li rose and turned into wisps of raging flames, perfectly fused with the cold air.

In an instant, above Zhang Yan's hands, bursts of blue flames emerged, exuding bursts of scorching breath and bursts of cold breath, the combination of contradictions, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

Wow!

At the same time, above the void above Zhang Yan's head, on the side of the two hundred Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms, another three hundred Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms were added.

Among them, the two hundred ancient horned dragon phantoms are owned by the 'artistic conception of a high-level fire'.

The artistic conception of fire is conceived from the artistic conception of ice.

This method is a wonderful method of Zhang Yan's cultivation of the top exercise "Taishang Forgetting Love Technique".

As for the other hundred Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms, they were triggered by Zhang Yan's cultivation of the 'Cave Void Realm Sevenfold'.

Almost at the same time, another seventy-eight Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms appeared, which were the 'amplifying power' of the second-grade spirit weapon gloves on Zhang Yan's hands.

A total of five hundred and seventy-eight Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms!

However, it didn't end there.

"Ice and Fire!"

As Zhang Yan spoke in an indifferent tone, the blue ice flame that combined 'ice' and 'fire' on his hands suddenly swelled up, exuding bursts of terrifying aura.

In an instant, above the void above Zhang Yan's head, on the side of the five hundred and seventy-eight Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms, another four hundred Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms appeared.

A total of nine hundred and seventy-eight Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms!

If the sect leader of the Broken Love Sect 'Pei An' was here, he would definitely be shocked when he saw this scene.

Because this means that his personal disciple Zhang Yan has mastered Dacheng's 'Ice and Fire Two Heavens', in order to double the power of the combination of ice and fire!

The two heavens of ice and fire are the means in "Taishang Forgetting Love", 'Xiaocheng' increases the power of ice and fire by half a time, and 'Dacheng' doubles.

Now, Zhang Yan has mastered Dacheng's 'Ice and Fire Heavens'!

"How can it?!"

The reason why Xiao Ping changed color was precisely because he saw this unbelievable scene.

The nine hundred and seventy-eight Ancient Horned Dragon Phantoms above the void above the head of this Broken Love Sect disciple had completely surpassed the power of the more than nine hundred and thirty Ancient Horned Dragons that he could display when he was using all his strength.

At the same time, Xiao Ping's menacing narrow knife swept towards Zhang Yan, and because of the agitation, the speed showed signs of slowing down.

And at this moment, a figure with a vast blue ice flame on his body greeted him in a blink of an eye and arrived in front of Xiao Ping, which made Xiao Ping's face change greatly.

Airplanes!

Xiao Ping didn't dare to hesitate any longer, the power of the narrow knife in his hand soared, and he swept straight towards Zhang Yan, as if he wanted to break Zhang Yan's whole person in two.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came out of Zhang Yan's mouth, and immediately after, Zhang Yan's hand fell like a fan, as fast as lightning, and pressed on the body of the narrow knife in Xiao Ping's hand.

Syllable!

After throwing out a slap and slapping the narrow knife in Xiao Ping's hand away from its original trajectory, Zhang Yan's hand was always close to the narrow knife.

In an instant, a layer of frost was spread on the narrow knife, and the frost swept and spread, covering Xiao Ping's body in a blink of an eye, making Xiao Ping's figure appear to stop.

Wow!

At this moment, Zhang Yan's other hand was wrapped around the blue ice flame, and it swept out like lightning, like a pu fan, and fell towards Xiao Ping's head.

"No!!"

Seeing Zhang Yan's palm wrapped in blue ice flames and containing the power of nine hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragons falling towards his head, Xiao Ping's face changed greatly.

He wanted to defend himself, but found that his body had become a little sluggish because of the cold air coming from Zhang Yan's palm, and he didn't have time to defend himself.

Syllable!

Zhang Yan landed on Xiao Ping's head with a palm, cracking it like a watermelon, and the red and white things that flew out were completely frozen by a layer of cold ice, and did not stain Zhang Yan in the slightest.

Xiao Ping's body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the narrow knife in his hand fell to the ground and sent out

There was a bang.

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, and casually took Xiao Ping's 'Na Ring' and 'Second Grade Spirit Knife' away and put them into the Na Ring.

Immediately afterwards, he took away Liu Qi's 'Acceptance Ring' and 'Erpin Spirit Sword' that had been dead for a long time, and put away the 'Fire Artistic Conception Fragments' everywhere.

There were hundreds of fragments of the artistic conception of fire, and after all of them were put away, the corners of Zhang Yan's mouth rarely showed a faint smile.

"Good harvest. ”

Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows, and there was a faint mixture of joy in his eyes.

This time, he is also regarded as 'praying mantis catching cicadas, and yellow finches are behind', taking advantage of the fisherman.

Soon, Zhang Yan's gaze fell on the delicate box on the top of the cave in the middle of the cave, and then flew out and took down the exquisite box.

But I didn't know what was inside. ”

With curiosity in his heart, Zhang Yan raised his hand and opened the exquisite box.

In a moment, a 'fragment' that shimmered with a deep fiery red aura appeared in front of his eyes, making his eyes brighten and his breathing became rapid.

"Is this not a 'fragment of artistic conception'! Is it a 'fragment of mysteries'? or a fragment of the mystery of fire?"

Zhang Yan gasped.

And almost at the same time, a familiar and unfamiliar voice came out of the box, and at the same time it entered Zhang Yan's ears, carrying an extremely frightening penetrating power, spreading out in all directions.

"Congratulations, young man...... This 'Ninefold Emperor Realm Fire Mystery Fragment' is yours. ”

Soon, Zhang Yan reacted and heard that this was the voice of the Martial Emperor powerhouse who left the 'Martial Emperor Secret Treasure'.

"Inside this box, there is a 'Gathering Array'...... However, the voice just now seems to have a strong penetrating power, and now I am afraid that it has spread all over the surrounding area, right?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan's pupils shrank.

As soon as he reacted, Zhang Yan heard three rapid wind whistles, and in a blink of an eye, he rushed into the cave where he was.

In a moment, three more figures appeared in front of him.

"Senior Brother Liu!"

The owner of one of the figures was a young man dressed in black, his gaze fell on Liu Qi's corpse on the ground, and his face changed greatly.

Obviously, he, like Liu Qi, is a disciple of the 'Impermanence Sect'.

"Senior Brother Xiao Ping!"

The other two young men looked at Xiao Ping's corpse, their faces changed greatly, and they looked at Zhang Yan's gaze again, vaguely mixed with a bit of horror.

After the two glanced at each other, they seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and quickly turned around, intending to flee.

Are you kidding!

The person who can kill Senior Brother Xiao Ping is not something they can deal with.

"Since you're here, don't go. ”

Zhang Yan's voice came out coldly, and between raising his hand, two vast blue ice flames swept out, catching up with the two disciples of the Izumo Sect in a moment, shrouding them and killing them.

The two bodies fell to the ground, making two soft noises and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"The artistic conception of ice, the artistic conception of fire?"

The black-clothed disciple of the Impermanence Sect had a slight condensation on his face, a cold light in his eyes, and he stared at Zhang Yan, "Your strength is good, you can actually kill Senior Brother Liu and the 'Xiao Ping' of the Izumo Sect...... But in front of me, you are not enough to see!"

As soon as the disciple of the Impermanence Sect finished speaking, his body shot out, like an arrow from the string, and swept straight at Zhang Yan.

The spiritual weapon appeared in his hand, and the Yuan Force and the 'artistic conception' followed each other like a shadow, blending into the spiritual weapon.

At the same time, above the void above his head, more than nine hundred and thirty ancient horned dragon phantoms appeared, killing Zhang Yan together.

"Zhang Yan?"

When the disciples of the Impermanence Sect killed Zhang Yan, a figure like an elf in the fire quietly appeared in the cave