Chapter Seventy-Two: Zhan Wu Jun
It's no wonder that Yin Yan was so shocked, as a master of the Martial Monarch realm, he knew that on the Nebula Continent, there were indeed some secret techniques that could greatly increase their strength in a short period of time, and this kind of secret technique was far from being comparable to the self-mutilating vein-cutting and acupoint stabbing technique of their Happy Intention Hall, not only was the damage to the body not so great, but it could also be improved across the great realm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
It's just that this kind of secret art is extremely rare and precious, and only a very small number of super forces or hidden families can possibly get it. And in the eyes of this kind of super power or hidden family, even the so-called super sect of the Tiankui Empire, Cangyue Gate, is just a slightly stronger ant.
"Could it be that this kid is someone from one of those super sects or hidden families?"
Yin Yan couldn't help but have a trace of panic in his heart, and under the shock of this thought, he could no longer maintain that composure in his heart. If Long Tianzhen was one of those people who came out of the force, then his behavior today would undoubtedly bring a catastrophe to himself and Kuaiyitang!
"No, no, I heard that when this Long Tian and Bai Mang clashed, it was just a warrior cultivator, if it was those forces, even if it was a disciple who had entered the world, it would be impossible to have such a low cultivation!"
After the panic, Yin Yan thought of some unreasonable things, what Long Tian showed in many ways was indeed not quite like the style of those forces. Thinking of this, Yin Yan slowly suppressed his panic.
Although he gradually regained his composure, Yin Yan was still full of solemnity, even if Long Tian was not from those forces, but the momentum he showed at this moment was far beyond him, and what he was facing was still a battle related to his life and death.
"The secret techniques of forcibly improving your strength are all time-limited, I don't believe that you can be strong enough to crush me in a short period of time!"
Yin Yan comforted himself in his heart, his hands were clenched, and the blood-red Gang Qi quickly condensed and formed in his hands, and finally solidified into a blood-red spear, but the tip of the spear was slightly curved, a little like a wolf's fang.
After thinking about it, Yin Yan still seemed to feel a little uneasy, and the blood and qi around his body lingered, enveloping his whole body, and then gradually solidifying, forming a blood-colored armor on his body.
Yuan Force Condenses Gang, Gang Qi Condenses Armor! This is something that can only be done by the realm of great martial artists!
Yuan force condenses Gang, Gang Qi transforms into shape! This is something that can only be done in the realm of Wujun!
This kind of weapon and armor made purely from the condensation of gang qi, although it consumes extremely yuan power, but in terms of attack and defense, it is far from being comparable to ordinary weapons and armor.
Being able to make Yin Yan go all out so solemnly is enough to prove that his heart is full of importance and fear for Long Tian, who suddenly increased in strength!
Completely ignoring Yin Yan's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, Long Tian suddenly opened his mouth and sucked hard, just like a long whale absorbing water, the cold mist that shrouded his body was all sucked into his mouth, and then Long Tian's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a long howl in the sky, and the howling sound shook the sky!
Looking at Long Tian, who was looking up to the sky and roaring, Yin Yan's face changed again, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and launched a preemptive attack.
The blood-colored spear shook, and countless sharp blood-colored wolf fangs quickly condensed out on the tip of the spear, and with the vibration of the spear, there was a burst of wind-breaking sound, whistling and shooting towards Long Tian.
The long howl stopped abruptly, Long Tian lowered his head, looked indifferently at the blood-colored wolf tooth thorns that shot out from the sky, put his palms together, and then flipped forward lightly.
As the palms gently pushed forward, an invisible energy surging and majesticly spread out, and then, the overwhelming blood-colored wolf tooth thorns shattered at the same time without warning, turning into a rather spectacular blood-colored mist, and then dissipated without a trace.
"Soul power, how is this—is it possible?" Seeing that his blood-colored wolf fangs were shattered and dissipated without warning, Yin Yan was suddenly startled, and immediately exclaimed.
"A little insight!"
Long Tian smiled slightly, and came to Yin Yan in front of him in a flash, standing his palm like a knife, and when he slashed his head, where the palm knife passed, almost tore the air apart.
Looking at the palm knife that came at the head, Yin Yan didn't dare to parry with a horizontal gun, but retreated in an instant, and after opening up the distance, he shook the bloody wolf tooth spear and stabbed towards Long Tian.
Avoid its edge and fight back in an instant!
It should be said that Yin Yan's reaction was very correct and fast. But he didn't see it, Long Tian's eyes obviously skipped a hint of mockery, and immediately turned his palm into a fist, and he bombarded it with the blood-colored wolf tooth spear.
The fist and the blood-colored spear collided together, and a circle of ferocious energy ripples suddenly rippled, and the fist was unscathed, but the blood-colored spear was bent into a bow shape by the powerful impact in an instant.
"Broken jade fist, broken!"
Without waiting for Yin Yan to react, with Long Tian's soft drink, his arm shook, and the blood-colored wolf tooth spear actually shattered, and the blood splattered and dissipated.
In just one round, his own weapon was shattered by the opponent's bare hands, Yin Yan's heart suddenly sank, he really didn't expect that in a short period of time, Long Tian's strength could be improved to such a terrifying level.
Long Tian was just a beginner martial artist before, but now he has at least the strength of a martial king, and the huge gap between the two makes people can't believe that this is true!
"How is it possible? Even if it is a secret technique to improve strength, it is impossible to improve so much, how did he do it?"
A frightened and inexplicable thought flashed in his heart, but he didn't dare to stop his movements. Yin Yan kicked his feet, his body quickly retreated, and in the process of retreating, his hands waved again and again, and with the movement of his hands, the thick shield with blood light on his face continued to condense out.
Eight blood-colored shields were condensed in a row, completely blocking the route of Long Tian's pursuit, and Yin Yan stopped his movements.
However, before Yin Yan had time to catch his breath, he heard the sound of shattering one after another, and quickly raised his eyes, Yin Yan was shocked to find that Long Tian had actually rushed all the way over, and those blood-colored shields along the way, in front of his fists, were like paper and let him rush all the way.
A look of horror flashed on Yin Yan's face again, and the soles of his feet stomped heavily on the ground, and the blood-colored qi quickly condensed around his body, becoming thicker and thicker.
"Bloody Tempest!"
Yin Yan suddenly shouted, his hands quickly formed a handprint, and suddenly, the blood-colored qi quickly churned and rotated, forming a small blood-colored tornado, protecting Yin Yan's body in it, blocking Long Tian's continued attack.