On the huge cultivation platform, there were eight red dragons coiled, the huge dragon head was facing in all directions, and the Dao flames were cleansing in the dragon's mouth, and something was faintly condensed.

In front of each of the eight dragons, there was a small cultivation platform, and in front of these small cultivation platforms, there was a fierce battle at this time.

Yang Yan, who was sturdy, and Fengli, who stood confidently, made a terrifying flame with a casual blow from the two of them, and the people around them had to take action to protect them.

The flame Lang wave was like a burst of Lang heads set off by the deep sea, surging in all directions, the scorching Lang head seemed to be about to annihilate the heaven and earth, Lin Xiu, who was in front of the crowd, stood quietly, looking at the two people standing in the center of the flame Lang, and his expression showed a sense of thought.

Although he is a two-star martial artist, he still distinguishes the situation on the field very clearly, and with a blow in his hand, the comparison of the strength of the two falls in his eyes, the strength of this seal is actually higher than Yang Yan, the two are both nine-star martial artists, and their strength should be almost the same, but it is a pity that Yang Yan's breath is weak after all.

In the late stage of the Martial Master Realm, there was a huge difference even the slightest hint of, and as Lin Xiu expected, this Yang Yan would probably be defeated sooner or later.

Many of the disciples in the middle reaches of the river also saw this, such as Ma He, who spoke like a princess, was looking at the backward figure in the sea of fire, his face was calm but there was a trace of worry in his eyes.

Sheng Yue stood not far from Lin Xiu, wearing a light white dress, green silk sprinkled at will on the shoulders, the soft red silk was held between his hands, and the diffuse fire Lang came with the trend, but they all stopped in a few zhang circles, and they couldn't get close.

"Now that the strength of Fengli has actually been improved to such a field, I am afraid that Senior Brother Yang Yan will have a lot of difficulties to deal with. The mature face was faint in the greenness, slightly worried, and the crescent-like eyes could not outline the arc of the smile, and the worry also spread here.

Just as he spoke, on the field filled with wireless firelight, the two figures rushed together again, and between the terrifying moves, the flames surged up like a tide, drowning the two figures in the middle.

In this blur, Lin Xiu's black eyes were exceptionally bright, and his perception was as keen as a rabbit, allowing him to clearly distinguish every move he made on the field, and the general trend of the game did not surprise him, this Yang Yan, I'm afraid it won't last long.

The field was filled with firelight, and two blurred figures jumped.

"Yang Yan, I haven't seen you for a year, but my strength has not grown in the slightest, it seems that Qi Hao's palm that day completely wiped out your genius name. Feng Li vividly used a move to smash Yang Yan on the opposite side, and then he landed and stabilized, and mocked.

Yang Yan, who is sturdy, has a miserable white face on his rectangular face at this time, as Feng Li said, in the competition a year ago, he was severely injured by Qi Hao, and the other party's ruthless ruthlessness damaged his foundation, and he still has residual diseases, and the realm can no longer be refined, and because of this, this was once weaker than his own Fengli, and today he has the opportunity to overpower himself and be in the limelight.

Surrounded by fire, Yang Yan's figure was a little weak, the wound on his shoulder was full of blood, staining his clothes red, smelling the mockery, his face did not change, and he said indifferently: "Hmph, even if the tiger falls in Pingyang, it is not something that can be bullied by any dog!"

Between the indifferent words, Yang Yan's eyes condensed into ice like substance, penetrating the red flames and enveloping the arrogant seal, and his palm also shook slowly at this moment, although it was a little laborious, there was no pause.

In this way, in the midst of the flames, a huge iron hammer reappeared, the hammer had a long body and a short handle, and the red light wrapped it was like a falling meteorite, with an irresistible momentum, and smashed straight into the arrogant seal.

There were no words in the letter, but a cold gaze swept over Yang Yan's body, and the hands behind his back also changed suddenly, and in an instant, a red spear head several feet long appeared against the backdrop of the red light.

There is only a lone spear head, and there is no shaft, but the power contained in it is no longer comparable to the previous red pole gun.

"Spear stab!" Feng Li snorted, and the sharp spear head several feet long stabbed straight at Yang Yan on the opposite side in an extremely tricky direction, and at the same time, a golden cymbal appeared above his head.

While!

The giant iron hammer like an extraterritorial meteorite smashed straight down, hitting the golden cymbals with a diameter of several zhang, transmitting a piercing shock, and the surrounding flames were also dispersed, restoring the previous clarity.

The earth shook, and his body shook in the seal under the golden cymbals, but his expression was overflowing with joy, he didn't expect Yang Yan to have such a strong move, but in any case, he finally succeeded in resisting, so it would be time for the other party to suffer.

The giant hammer shattered in an instant, and the expression of Yang Yan, who was sturdy on the other side, changed dramatically, and his eyes were so solemn that the surrounding air could be substantial, he swept his eyes on the golden cymbals above Feng Li's head, and then shifted his gaze to the head of the spear that was shooting at him.

The spear head that scattered red rays was like the fastest arrow, piercing the air and bringing a flame tail in the flames, and instantly appeared in front of Yang Yan.

Yang Yan was in a hurry, it was a little late to block the move, and he could only speed up and escape at the moment, but what kind of speed did the gun start, before he could get up, it was submerged in his shoulder.

Burst!

The phantom red spear head was full of strength, and at the moment when Yang Yan turned around, he missed his heart and only shot out from his back through his shoulder, bringing up a burst of blood mist, and the blood arrow shot from the wound had a clear sound of breaking flesh.

"Boss Yang!" In front of the crowd in the middle reaches of the river, Mahe, who had been worried, changed his expression suddenly when he saw this, ignoring the flames rolling on his side, and rushed directly into it.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of people from the middle reaches of the river went up, and Lin Xiu, who was standing next to him, saw that the holy moon walked up, and walked away with a slight hesitation.

With the end of the battle, the flames that had originally permeated the surroundings gradually subsided, and in front of the Eight Dragons Cultivation Platform, the figure stood with his hands in his hands again, with an unconcealable pride in his body.

"If you don't have enough strength, you can only ask for hardship, the Eight Dragons Cultivation Platform is destined to have no chance with your middle reaches of the river, so let's give up the idea of snatching!" Feng Li put his hands behind his back, his disdainful gaze swept between several people in the middle reaches of the river, and there was an indescribable pride in his expression.

"You!"

Ma He, who has always talked a lot like the princess, actually wanted to rush out of the sky angrily in the face of Fengli's undisguised ridicule of them, and the hardness at that moment showed the nature of the man in his bones. It's just that when he was about to get angry and get up, Yang Yan, who was barely holding on to his body and had a weak face, stretched out his somewhat trembling hand and held him.