"You're kidding me!"

Staring at Qian Chen who was walking towards him, Zhou Yan's whole body trembled, blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, his chest was stained red, and the belt on his head was broken, completely scattered.

Listening to the footsteps that seemed to be stepping on his heart, his heart was full of anger and grievance...... His face was even more distorted, like a pig-faced ghost crawling out of hell.

Just as Qian Chen was about to throw him off the martial arts stage, he suddenly sensed a special aura fluctuation.

"Huh?"

Qian Chen's footsteps did not stop, staring at the latter with some surprise, and then he was slightly stunned, "Is this about to break through?"

"Good...... Good...... On the chief, the moment that aura surged in Zhou Yan's body, Elder Zhou stood up abruptly, and a look of surprise surged on the old man's face, "The wisp of sword source power in the sword pool has finally begun to be activated. Then he opened his mouth and shouted: "Qianchen, don't stop it yet!"

As he shouted out these majestic words, the referee who was not far away also reacted, and hurriedly shouted at the stage: "The competition is stopped." ”

When Qian Chen heard this, he frowned slightly, then took a step back a little helplessly, turned his head and glanced at the old man who was happy because of Zhou Yan's breakthrough breath, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "That's fine, I couldn't even warm up before!"

Under the martial arts stage, as Qian Chen stopped, the outside of the arena also became a little quieter, and everyone felt the breath fluctuations erupting from Zhou Yan's body, and their faces were full of surprise.

"I said, how could Senior Brother Zhou Yan behave so badly before. A red-haired boy rolled his eyes and said.

"What does this have to do with the breakthrough?" asked a lean young man next to him curiously.

"Hey, you don't understand this, right! I could see it clearly from the beginning, he was deliberately using the shame and pressure given by Qianchen to turn it into the motivation for a breakthrough. This kind of mentality is really an example for us to learn!"

When some of the surrounding disciples heard this, their heads were full of black lines, and the lean young man even pouted and replied: "Cut, I believe you are a ghost, you are very bad, who will be idle and rely on others to slap and break through?"

.........

"Whew!"

After a while, Zhou Yan's agitated robe had calmed down, he opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and there was a faint layer of qi waves spreading all over his body, and then his eyes stared at Qian Chen, who was still calm, and a touch of ecstasy that could not be concealed on his face: "Haha... Mid-Condensation Yuan Realm!"

"Waste, I see how arrogant you are this time. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a bone explosion sound on his body, and then he couldn't wait to step out, the tip of the sword touched the ground, the soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and the fiery red light of his legs flickered, bringing up a sharp energy, and kicked it towards Qianchen's head.

The body did not move at all, Qian Chen frowned and felt the blazing leg wind, and before the opponent's attack was about to approach, he suddenly stretched out his fist, containing a surge fist containing the fluctuation of Yuan Force, and blasted at Zhou Yan's toes.

Boom!

The fists and feet intersected, and a low and muffled sound suddenly resounded, and a violent wave of qi, centered on the two of them, swept away.

There was a stalemate for a moment, and both of them were shaken away.

"Do you want to be more powerful than me?" Zhou Yan stabilized his body, sneered, and the long sword was horizontal in front of his chest, only to see that the fiery red yuan force suddenly flourished, and it actually wrapped the entire sword body into it, and the strength of that kind of yuan force was undoubtedly several times stronger than before.

"Huoyun Sword!" burst into a shout, and a red pillar of fire shot out from the sword's body, looking at this posture, if it was hit, I was afraid that half of the body would be shattered.

The Fire Cloud Sword, a Xuan-level mid-grade martial art, is powerful and domineering, and it requires the strength of the middle stage of the Ning Yuan Realm to display it.

The reason why Zhou Yan has practiced the Huoyun Palm for so many years is because this palm technique is the foundation of the Huoyun Sword, and he has already memorized the method of the Huoyun Sword, at this time, in order to kill Qianchen, he used it regardless of the damage to the meridians.

Squinting his eyes slightly and feeling the incomparably powerful power, Qian Chen took a breath, and then, with a pull out of the iron sword behind his back, the light purple yuan force in his body suddenly operated, and in an instant, the sword light was blurred, and his figure also instantly transformed in the sword light in the sky.

"Wind Dance and Moon Dance!"

As the voice in his heart fell, Qian Chen's figure emerged, and the yuan power in his body was like a volcano erupting, and a round of silver crescent moon condensed by energy slashed down from the sword body.

"Bang!"

The explosion like a muffled thunder made most of the people in the audience feel a little blind, and then everyone was shocked to see that the seemingly powerful pillar of fire only lasted for a moment, and then gradually collapsed, and then the silver crescent moon was like a sickle, before Zhou Yan could react,

It was already running through his chest.

It was slow, but in fact, the collision between Qianchen and Zhou Yan ended in a blink of an eye.

On the chief, Zhou Hongtian was still immersed in the joy of Zhou Yanpu entering the middle stage of the Condensation Yuan Realm.

But the next moment, he was stunned.

looked at Zhou Yan, who suddenly bled like a pillar and fell down without a little breath.

"Yan'er!"

He jumped up like crazy, and in an instant, he appeared behind Zhou Yan and hugged him in disbelief.

His heart was completely cold, and there was only a bit of flesh and skin attached to his entire chest, if he hadn't picked him up before Zhou Yan fell to the ground, I was afraid that this fall would have broken in two.

Soon.

The crowd in the square woke up from their shock, they all covered their mouths, they didn't dare to breathe, there was cold sweat on their foreheads, the grandson of the Great Elder was killed, and this was not a big deal.

Zhou Hongtian slowly squatted down, gently put Zhou Yan on the ground, looked at the young man's corpse on the ground, and looked at the wide eyes.

There were cloudy tears in the old man's eyes.

"Little brute, you are so vicious, just to learn, but you dare to be so ruthless"

Zhou Hongtian stood up suddenly, his white hair stood upside down, and a pair of old eyes stared at Qian Chen, approaching the latter step by step, "Even if the sect master is here, I want you to pay for your life today." ”

Looking at the old man in front of him who was eager to eat him immediately, Qianzhong's footsteps moved back slightly, but his face was calm: "In the previous scene, if I didn't fight back with all my might, I'm afraid that I would be the one lying on the ground at the moment, if that's the case...... I wonder if Elder Zhou will take Zhou Yan's life to pay for my life?"

He didn't have much sympathy for Zhou Yan's death, after all, what happened on the Broken Sword Cliff that day, if Lin Ruoli hadn't found and saved him, he was afraid that he would have become a ghost under the cliff.

"Haha!" Hearing this, Zhou Hongtian laughed angrily, and in an instant, his face suddenly became hideous, followed by five fingers in unison, and stretched out his arm to grab Qianchen's chest.

With Zhou Hongtian's grasp, Qian Chen immediately felt that the space around him seemed to be frozen, and it was extremely difficult to even blink his eyes.

"Old Zhou, stop it!" Just as the palm like an eagle's claw was about to pierce into Qianxin's mouth, a shout suddenly sounded.

The figure flashed in front of him, and a big hand appeared on Qianchen's shoulder, and with a slight mention of that big hand, Qianzhong was thrown out of Zhou Hongtian's offensive.

"Old Ghost Mo, are you going to stop me?" After seeing the comer, Zhou Hongtian not only did not withdraw his palm, but his figure flashed, and instantly appeared behind Old Mo, and his right hand suddenly swung out, and the lightning-like palm hit the young man's chest.

Qian Chen immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, clutched his chest, and his body flew out upside down.

Mo Lao immediately turned around and saw Qian Chen, who was spitting blood, his face immediately changed greatly, and he shouted angrily: "You old horseman, you hurt his life, and you can't afford to pay for it." ”

As he spoke, a red light flashed in his hand, and a dark red sword ruler was already suspended in Zhou Hongtian's vest.

"It's not your grandson who died. The fluctuation of the Yuan Force behind him made Zhou Hongtian's face gloomy, but he did not stop walking towards Qianchen, but his fingers trembled slightly, and a silver flying sword swept out and crossed in front of the red sword ruler.

Mo Lao was secretly anxious in his heart, and he couldn't stop Zhou Hongtian who used the flying sword.

That week, Hongtian walked in front of Qianchen with tears on his face, raised his wrinkled palm, and wanted to completely end his life with a palm.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew over the square.

The sand and rocks flew in mid-air, and the tornado wind made everyone suffocate slightly, and then a familiar voice like a mountain and a tsunami exploded in Qianchen's ears, "My son, how can you move?"