Chapter 145: The First Battle of Montenegro

Zhou Yuan's face calmed down.

I really didn't expect that this kid from the Tianshan tribe actually had such combat power, if he didn't show his whole body skills, I am afraid it would be really difficult to win.

In that case, let's go for it.

Thinking of this, more than 1,400 barbarian lines on Zhou Yuan's body suddenly appeared. The aura on his body grew like a mountain wind and a tsunami. 10,000 catties, 20,000 catties, 30,000 catties, 50,000 catties, 60,000 catties.

Finally stopped at 65,000 catties.

The momentum of the whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes in an instant.

Zhou Yuan seems to be a spear that stands up to the sky, domineering and awe-inspiring, unique in the world, dazzling, this piece of heaven and earth seems to be him alone.

A blood-colored gauze slowly fell on his body.

He looked at Yunyang, his eyes were full of infinite killing intent: "Hehe, the kid can force me to this point, I have to say, you kid is really a genius." ”

"But now is the time for your boy's death. ”

Speaking of this, as soon as his arm was extended, the wind elements between heaven and earth seemed to flow towards his hand. He is like the god of wind standing on the stage, and all this is under his command.

"Storm drill, pierce time and space. Zhou Yuan's hand rotated rapidly, and the whirlwind, which was almost invisible, swirled in his hand.

"It's amazing, the Eight Great Families really deserve to be the Eight Great Families. Just this force, a momentum, is not comparable to us. A barbarian below sighed deeply.

"That is, don't you want to think about it, this is the top ten selected from the countless barbarians of our Black Mountain tribe in 100,000 miles, they are all demon-like characters, how can it be without a few brushes. ”

It seems that Zhou Yuan wants to win, and he is already impatient. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used such a spirit-level brute technique. ”

"That kid is in danger, I'm afraid he will be knocked out of the ring in a few days. ”

"That's not likely, don't you look at the battle between the two just now, the barbarians of the Tianshan tribe have the upper hand. ”

......

Yunyang's eyes were clear, and his face was indifferent.

The brute lines on the body flickered, and in an instant, there were also 1,400 brute lines that filled the entire body.

Sixty-five thousand catties of power appeared on the body.

A wonderful prohibition was punched out in his hand, and wind blades swirled in his hand.

Yunyang's momentum was no worse than Zhou Yuan's.

Once again, the audience watching below chanted again and again.

This time the battle is a chess opponent, and this time the battle is a good talent.

This time, the crushing of what the battle originally thought did not appear.

This time the battle looked evenly matched and full of suspense.

The Hurricane Wind Drill in Zhou Yuan's hand shot towards Yunyang.

Ten wind drills, the sound of the wind is agitated, the sound of hunting, the meteor falls, and the lightning and thunder.

Driving the air above the ring, whistling and rolling in the ring, Yunyang's clothes were blown by the sound of hunting, and his cheeks were scraped up. Furious thoughts rose in his mind.

He didn't dare to slack off, and the twelve wind blades in his hand came out of his hand: "Go." ”

Twelve rays spun out, cutting in all directions, shattering the air flow, and the extremely powerful wind blade slashed towards Zhou Yuan.

The wind drill violently stirred, and the rotating wind blade rotated and cut.

The wind elemental brute skills of the two crossed between them.

The color on Zhou Yuan's face became more solemn, his steps were wrong, his body shook, and he pushed towards Yunyang again.

"Hurricane Drill, Furious Wind Slash. ”

Whew, a gust of wind blew up from him, becoming a tornado wheal the size of a zhang and five feet thick. This tornado's wheal, above the ring, rotated violently and swept towards Yunyang.

Led by this wheal, the air flow above the ring rotates. This whirlwind is increasing its power more and more. At this time, Yunyang felt a storm and clouds, the sky and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were not bright, and there was a scene of this wind blade whistling here.

Suddenly, Yunyang's figure seemed to have turned into a wisp of green smoke, a gust of wind, and his figure seemed to be fluttering with the air current. This is a deep understanding of the ethereal element of wind.

The body is fluttering, and with the rotation force of this whirlwind, he dodges the whirlwind rotation and chase. Drifted down to Zhou Yuan's side two feet away.

As Yunyang's figure fell like smoke and clear wind, thousands of small wind swords in his hand, more than one finger long, fell towards Zhou Yuan like raindrops.

"Blue Wind Shield. Zhou Yuan let out a low snort, and a five-foot-sized one suddenly appeared on his hand, which looked unusually sturdy, with wild lines surging on it, and the face of the demonic beast appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Ding Ding Ding, like a raindrop of elemental sword, shot on Zhou Yuan's shield.

Every little wind sword, perhaps, does not have much power, but under this impenetrable rain of thousands of swords. Zhou Yang's body involuntarily retreated step by step.

Almost all the audience on the show opened their eyes wide, and no one thought that Zhou Yuan would actually be at a disadvantage in a few rounds.

However, it was an inexplicable smile on the face of the elders of the Zhou family.

Li Ting also had the barbarians of the Tianshan tribe, and at this time he felt admiration for Yunyang from his heart.

Money presses the hands of slaves, and art presses pedestrians.

With Yunyang's move, they knew that there was a big gap between themselves and Yunyang.

They also knew that it was a little too early to be happy, although Zhou Yuan said that he was a little at a disadvantage, there was no sign of defeat.

When this wind sword was shot, Zhou Yuan suddenly had a cruel smile on his face.

The wind shield in his hand swirled and shot towards Yunyang.

The fast meteor of the wind shield catches the moon, and the sharp cold light of the wind shield flickers, and the distance of more than a zhang is there in the blink of an eye.

The sharp blade on the side of the wind shield, smooth and flickering, is a long, continuous and rotating knife. Slashed towards Yunyang, "Soaring Wind Drill, Wind Shield Strike." ”

Yun Yang's wind sword seemed to be the best cover for his wind shield. No one thought that at this time, Zhou Yuan would actually come to this hand.

It's really elusive and weird.

In less than a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yun Yang.

There were many viewers in the audience, their mouths were all open and bloody, and a voice came out: Ah-even Li Ting said, it's over, it's over this time, this kid Yunyang is back in place all of a sudden.

The wind shield must have slashed Yun Yang in half from his heart.

Many people closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look at this bloody and cruel scene.

Who knows, Yun Yang's body moved, and it was almost incredible. Jumping on top of this wind shield, with a force of his two feet, he harnessed this wind shield and came towards Zhou Yuan in an instant.

The wind element Yunyang has already understood it: speed, sharpness, and elegance, three mysteries.

There are really few people in the Barbarian Spirit Realm who can compare to Yunyang's speed.

The wind shield came to Zhou Yuan's neck in an instant. Zhou Yuan squatted down vigorously. The long hair floated up, and the long hair was cut off by the wind shield, and the dense black long hair drifted along the wind direction of the wind shield towards the east of the ring.

The wind shield slammed into the barrier. There was a large bulge on the barrier, and the wind shield was still spinning.

There was a sea of voices under the ring. Applause, applause, and applause.

Like a mountain roaring tsunami, a wave of sound swept through the entire stand.

A lot of the audience stood up, they were afraid of missing out on a little bit of excitement.

The twelve wind blades in Yun Yang's hand formed again, and one after another wind blades rotated rapidly around him. There was clarity in his eyes, and there was no wave of ancient wells on his face.

"Go. With a wave of his arm, twelve wind blades galloped towards Zhou Yuan at different speeds.

The six wind blades are as fast as raindrops and as fast as meteors, cutting through the air and triggering a whirlwind.

As soon as it was issued, it was in front of Zhou Yuan.

A wave of viciousness flashed in Zhou Yuan's eyes, and he shouted: "Sweep the world and sweep the eight wildernesses." Wind Lang Chop. ”

A wind knife like a few zhang long suddenly rose from his body, swept a few pieces wide, the cold light flashed, and the brilliance shimmered. Like a Lang head, he slashed towards Yunyang.

This is Zhou Yuan's strongest blow, the wind is slashing, mighty, unstoppable, trampled by iron horses, and gold and iron are abrupt.

Dangdangdang, six wind blades, spinning and colliding with the wind slash.

Cut the wind into seven sections.

These seven sections are still lightning fast and coming towards Yunyang.

The three wind blades gathered in front of Yun Yang.

The other three, divided into upper, middle and lower roads, rushed towards Zhou Yuan.

Dangdang, the broken wind in front of him was cut and consumed. The remaining sword light came towards the protective barrier behind Yun Yang.

The three wind blades were like three cold stars, whizzing and turning, slashing towards Zhou Yuan.

A little wind spike formed in Yun Yang's hand, and these wind thorns were so small that they were almost invisible. Dense, like raindrops.

poured towards Zhou Yuan.

Like a breeze blowing, like a drizzle, like the sun is too shining, these small wind thorns shrouded a two-zhang square circle, shooting towards Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan had just dodged the slash of the three wind blades.

The figure has not yet stood firm. The infinite wind thorns were overwhelming, and there was not the slightest gap in them.

At this time, his toes had just landed, the old force had gone, and the new force had not yet been born. Raindrops of wind have poured in.

Even if it's the condensation brute technique, it's too late to resist.

Zhou Yuan blessed all the brute pattern power on his blood-colored gauze.

However, this infinite wind thorn is the sublimation of the wind elemental sharp mystery.

Every wind thorn is extremely sharp.

Puff, puff, one after another wind blades pierced into Zhou Yuan's blood-colored gauze.

The blood-colored gown was gradually pierced by these extremely small, but also extremely sharp wind piercings and piercing.

Zhou Yuan's figure retreated, and there was a sense of fear in his eyes.

Protected by a blood-colored gauze, these wind thorns also pierced the skin, showing signs of piercing into the inside of the body. The figure retreated, condensing all of its brute strength onto the blood-colored gauze.

Yunyang's figure is elegant, like a gust of wind, like a cloud of smoke.

The arm was raised and gently patted on Zhou Yuan's chest.

Zhou Yuan was like a butterfly blown by the wind, and involuntarily flew outside.