Before Chu Yang Martial Saint, Wang Yan had also encountered one or two elemental control martial artists.

For example, Jiang Feng's deputy who I saw in Yuancheng before, Cao Biao.

He is also an elemental control martial artist, and his strength is already close to that of a grandmaster, and he is only one line away from being able to step into this realm.

Elemental control martial artists are born with a natural sensitivity to natural elements such as water, fire, thunder and lightning, and with the right breathing method, their Gang Qi has a unique strength.

Among the many elemental control martial artists, the fire element controls the most martial artists.

However, even Cao Biao, whom Wang Ember had seen before, had no control over the flames to the extent of the Chuyang Martial Saint.

At this moment, although the Chuyang Martial Saint in front of him was just a phantom condensed by a holographic simulated projection, it was just a true martial arts intent of the real Chuyang Martial Saint.

But when he made a move at this moment, he seemed to be the flame king who controlled the elements, between his shots, between his shots, he controlled the flame elements at will, and his power was amazing!

At this moment, the fiery snakes were scurrying at an astonishing speed, and they were rushing towards Wang Ember from all directions.

Such a strange offensive gave Wang Yan a visual impact, even no less than the immortal method of the cultivation world, which made Wang Yan feel slightly shocked in his heart, and the long sword in his hand was pointed out.

Whoop!

Although Wang Yan at this moment still did not recover his qi and true qi, at this moment, the Hanging Sun stabbed out, and the accumulation of the sword path for several days burst out with the Hanging Sun's stabbing out, and the Hanging Sun cut out countless continuous trajectories at this moment, as if turning into an impenetrable sword net, covering the terrifying fire snake that was coming at him.

Puff puff!

The moment the fire snakes collided with the hanging sun, countless fireworks exploded.

Call!

A tall figure suddenly passed through the fireworks, and flames danced above his hands, pressing hard against Wang Yan's chest.

The sun in Wang Yan's hand retreated to block, and with a bang, the sun in his hand was directly trembling by the palm of the tall figure, and the violent power was like a tsunami poured into Wang Yan's body.

Wang Yan was almost forcibly pressed off the qi and blood in his chest by this palm, and he almost failed to come up with a mouthful of adverse qi, and when his chest was in severe pain, he staggered back two steps, and blood was already oozing from the corners of his mouth.

His body had just stabilized, and there was already another wall of flames in front of him, slamming towards Wang Ember like lightning.

Bang!

The wall of flames exploded suddenly.

The long sword in Wang Yan's hand hummed and trembled, as if there was a strange power poured into it, triggering some kind of resonance, his body was like a swimming dragon, the sword was like a flowing fire, and the long sword was buzzing, as if there was a spirit, under a sword, a chill burst out in the room.

Call!

The flames in front of him rolled upside down, and a flame cloak suddenly rolled forward, embracing Wang Yan's sword into it.

Wang Yan's complexion changed.

He clearly felt that this sword, which had gathered his sword comprehension, was swept by the cloak, and there seemed to be a strange power swept in the flame cloak, and it quickly dissolved the sharpness on the sword he held.

If you lift weights lightly, overcome rigidity with softness.

This is the strength of the Chuyang Martial Saint!

"Open!"

Wang Ember roared, and the long sword in his hand suddenly rolled, obviously the long sword in his hand had been swept into the flame cloak, but at this moment he regained control of the initiative, like a crocodile biting its prey, tumbling violently, as if to forcibly crush the flame cloak.

Suddenly, Wang Ember sensed that there seemed to be a circle of flames around his feet, about to envelop him.

The surrounding space seems to become hot and frozen in an instant, as if there is some kind of power that freezes the surrounding space.

"Thousand Flames Starfall Fist!"

Suddenly, a low cold cheer echoed through the room.

Rise!

In all directions, a person-high flame suddenly rose, and the flames quickly rolled up in the air, turning into fireballs the size of a human head, and the terrifying temperature was condensed in the flames, which was extremely terrifying.

And in the center of the fireballs, a figure rose into the air, like a goshawk pounced, from top to bottom, punching downward.

A punch is like a comet falling, at this moment, in front of Wang Yan's eyes, everything seems to have disappeared, and there seems to be only the burning flame of the punch left in his sight, covering the sky and the sun, when the head is covered, the endless tyrannical aura instantly swept in all directions!

And around that punch, fireballs the size of human heads fell at the same time, like meteors falling, dazzling and terrifying, setting off a sharp and scorching terrible wind!

"Well done!"

Such a terrifying punch is enough to melt everything in an instant.

But Wang Yan's face showed joy at this moment.

He was not surprised, his mind was calm at this moment.

In my mind, the sword of that day came to mind.

That sword, from the bottom up, is like a chaotic stone piercing through the clouds, like a sword chasing the sun.

That sword, parting the darkness and bringing light back to the world.

That sword reversed the long river of time, carrying the supreme will that seemed to turn the tide.

At that time......

At this moment!

Wang Yan's eyes lit up in an instant, he seemed to be standing on the top of the Thousand Yang Sect, holding a radiant three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, facing the sky, towards the terrifying phantom dancing in the black clouds, slashing out a sword!

Phew!

The hanging sun seemed to burst out at an unprecedented speed, suddenly piercing, the air flow was agitated, the wind was whistling, and it was sharp enough to penetrate people's eardrums!

Burst!

Countless sparks suddenly exploded in the room, like a grand firework that exploded.

A fist burning with flames stopped in front of Wang Yan's chest.

It was only two centimeters away from Wang Ash's body, and the scorching temperature had already burned and blackened Wang Ash's skin.

You must know that Wang Yan's body now is by no means comparable to ordinary sixth-level martial artists.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is steel and iron bones, let alone flames, even missiles can't kill him.

However, at this moment, it was blackened by the flames burning on this fist, and there was a faint tendency to char.

The sharp pain in his chest did not make Wang Yan feel any pain, and there was only joy on his face.

The hanging sun in his hand had pierced into the right rib of the light and shadow, but only slightly.

In this battle, Wang Yan lost after all.

After all, he was still not as good as the grandmaster-level phantom of the Chuyang Martial Saint.

The light and shadow in front of him suddenly disintegrated into countless red points of light, spun and disappeared into the room.

Wang Ember turned the hanging sun and held it in his hand, his eyes lit up terrifyingly.

"The True Meaning of Kendo...... I've touched it!"

Wang Yan was pleasantly surprised.

At the moment of the final battle, Wang Yan once again refined some of his sword intent.

Faintly, it seems that I have touched the true meaning of kendo.

But this is just an ethereal feeling, and there is still a long way to go to truly comprehend the true meaning of kendo.

However, even so, Wang Yan was already very satisfied.

At least I have a goal and direction, and I won't be like before, I will no longer rely on my own groping, and I have no clue at all.

Looking up at the monitor overhead, it clearly showed that Wang Yan was on the seventh floor and had been in it for half an hour.

Although it is not much different from the time spent in the Nine Dragons Gate of the First Army of Great Xia.

But in fact, Wang Yan knew in his heart that the Nine Dragon Gate of the Yuheng Martial Arts was far inferior to the Nine Dragons Gate of the First Army of Great Xia.

After all, the final blow of his confrontation with that Chuyang Martial Saint really hurt this grandmaster-level phantom.

On the other hand, when he was in the First Army of Great Xia, although he also stayed in the Nine Dragon Gate of the First Army of Great Xia for half an hour.

But he didn't do any damage to Sikong Tianxiong's Martial Saint projection at all.

The disparity is reflected in the relative quantity.

However, this does not mean that this Chuyang Martial Saint is a general.

Those who can achieve martial saints are all geniuses.

In the great summer, with a population of hundreds of millions, in the hundreds of years of the martial arts era, how many people have truly achieved martial saints?

It's just about 20 people.

As a martial saint, Chuyang Martial Saint may not be as strong as Sikong Tianxiong, but it is definitely not something that ordinary people can touch.

Fang Cai's fighting method of exerting his fire element control ability to the extreme also impressed Wang Yan very deeply.

"It's time to go......

After a little pranayama, Wang Yan looked down at the black mass that had been burned on his chest, and didn't pay much attention to it.

His clothes were already burned, but he didn't care, not even too much about the intense burning pain in his chest.

He just reached out and pulled his clothes, tightening the placket a little tighter to cover the wound.

Lifting the hanging sun, he strode out of the Nine Dragons Gate.

When I returned to the hall on the first floor, the noise in the hall on the first floor had not stopped.

"...... It's too strong! It's too strong! Before, this Wang Ember broke into the seventh layer of the Great Nine Dragon Gate of the First Army of Great Xia, and I was not very convinced, but now I am really completely convinced!"

"It's outrageous, it's outrageous, freshman? Break into the seventh floor? Madan, I've been in school for three years, and I haven't even seen the sixth floor!"

"Not only the seventh floor, but he also stayed on the seventh floor for a full thirty minutes, which is a complete record, and the longest time in our school is fifteen minutes on the seventh floor! Could it be that this Wang Ember can't have the combat power of the Grandmaster realm?"

When Wang Ember came out, the noise was loud and loud, until Wang Ember appeared in front of everyone, and everyone's shocked voices only stopped slightly.

But everyone's eyes had already fallen on Wang Yan's body in an instant.

Although the latter looked rather embarrassed at this time, his hair was disheveled and somewhat charred, like a child who had been burned by setting fire to the village, his body was full of burn marks, and there was a large piece of charred flesh on his chest.

But no one dared to despise Wang Ember because of this, but they all watched with awe as Wang Ember walked down the stairs step by step.

Wherever they passed, the crowd automatically split into a path.

Someone subconsciously glanced at the monitor on the other side.

found that Sun Chaoyuan at this time was still struggling on the fifth layer......

"Let's go, go back to school and fix it first, and then go to the next one."

Wang Yan said lightly.

Huang Mao and the others were stunned for a moment, and a thick ecstasy appeared on their faces.