"That's not right!" Han Chen also looked up at the sky, his eyes froze, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart: "It's Yang Wuji!"

At this time, not only Han Chen, but many people in the field also discovered the clue, it was not the sun at all, but a figure, it was Yang Wuji who was shocked into the sky.

At the end of the day, a large number of martial artists stood up from the stands, looking at the small sun in the sky that was transformed by Yang Wuji with shocked faces.

"I have long heard that this Yang Wuji's cultivation is the Xuanyang Sect's Zhenzong Peerless Sect "Jiuyang Yao Heavenly Gong", and at this time, it seems that it is indeed true!" Feng Ming's pupils shrank, and his face was full of surprise.

""Jiuyang Yao Tiangong"? Yang Wuji is called the King of Jiuyang, could it be that this is where he comes from?"

"That's good!" Xiao Beili was full of solemnity, nodded lightly, and said: "It is reported that this "Jiuyang Yao Heavenly Gong" is a martial arts technique at the fifth grade level of the earth level, the pole of pure yang, and the domineering is unparalleled. ”

"After cultivating, you can rely on the pure yang true yuan in your body, transform into Yaoyang, and burst out with the strongest blow. If you cultivate to the extreme, you can condense the Nine Wheels of Yaoyang, and the offensive that erupts is nine times your own strength, and the power is terrifying!"

"Yang Wuji also cultivated this "Jiuyang Yao Heavenly Gong", so he was called the King of Jiuyang. ”

"Ground Rank Five?Nine times its own offensive?" Hearing Xiao Bieli's words, Hua Qingwu, Lan Yuxi, Liu Wuyin and the others on the side all widened their eyes and their faces were full of shock.

"A round of Yaoyang, for the first day of Jiuyang Yaotian Gong, it seems that Yang Wuji is ready to exert all his strength and win or lose with Mo Chen!" Wei Qing said in a deep voice.

"Can Mo Chen win?" Zhao Lin turned his head to look at Wei Qing and said.

"There's not much hope!" didn't wait for Wei Qing to speak. Feng Ming already shook his head, "It is rumored that as early as a year ago, Yang Wuji had already cultivated the 'Nine Yang Yao Heavenly Gong' to the realm of the two heavens, which could condense two rounds of dazzling and increase the offensive by two times. Now that a year has passed, with Yang Wuji's cultivation talent, it is absolutely impossible not to enter the realm!"

Hearing this, several people couldn't help but gasp again.

This Yang Wuji's cultivation has already reached the two-star Sword King realm, and his offensive strength is extremely strong, if it is increased by two times. What level will it reach? Even in the face of the early three-star sword king. I'm afraid it's not much inferior, right?

Rumble!

A deafening roar rang out from the sky, and with an astonishing breath, swept down the temperature in the air. It has also been rapidly improved.

"Look. There's one more sun!"

"Oh my God. Three suns!"

In the stands, there was a burst of exclamations.

I saw the little sun in the sky, which was transformed by Yang Wuji. It turned out to be two. It's just that although it is divided into two, the size of the volume has not changed in the slightest.

"Twin Yang Yaotian?"

On the martial arts platform, Mochen had already returned to the center, standing with his sword in hand. Looking up at the two small suns in the sky that shone with dazzling light and scorching temperature, his brow furrowed tightly, and then he stretched slightly.

Although he was a casual cultivator, he had already known for a long time for the nine people of the Earthquake Wind Domain, such as the Absolute Gods, especially before participating in the Nine Sects Competition, he had an extremely in-depth understanding.

I also know a little about the deeds, strength, and martial arts techniques practiced by these nine people.

Except for the most mysterious Absolute Godless, Baili Qiantose and Yuejue, who have no way to understand, the other six people are not difficult.

Among them was information about Yang Wuji's cultivation of the Nine Yang Yao Heavenly Gong, and of course he also knew it. At this time, seeing Yang Wuji unleash the Twin Yang Yaotian, although he felt a lot of pressure, he was not much surprised, because there was information about the latter's cultivation to the second heaven, and he already knew about it.

In the sky, Yang Wuji fell silent slightly after condensing two rounds of Yaoyang.

Seeing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and their eyes slid one after another, throwing them at the ink dust on the martial arts platform.

At this time, Yang Wouji's offensive has been brewed, how should he deal with it next?

At this moment, Han Chen's brows were slightly furrowed, and when he looked up, his keen eyesight and soul perception made him clearly see that Yang Wuji in the sun had a trace of hideousness on his face.

"No, it's not over yet!" Han Chen's pupils shrank tightly.

"It's your honor to die at the mercy of me. ”

"Give me Ning!"

A voice full of arrogance resounded from the sky, like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens, and the eardrums of people were rising.

Rumble!

The moment the sound fell, an even more deafening roar suddenly sounded.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, a round of crimson flame air in the sky, surging wildly, gathered together, and converged into a crimson fireball.

The fireball became more and more condensed as the flames continued to surge.

After three breaths.

The third round of Yaoyang, appeared!

After condensing the third round of Yaoyang, Yang Wuji had obviously reached his limit and did not condense the fourth round of Yaoyang.

"Sanyang Yaotian, kill it!"

With a burst of applause, the blood-colored sword in Yang Wuji's hand waved, and the three rounds of Yao Yang trembled slightly, and then it was like a meteorite falling, bombarding towards the ink dust below.

The astonishing high temperature escaped, the air was ignited instantly, pulling up the waves of fire in the sky, and the whistling wind swept away, and some of the warriors who were closer turned pale in an instant, and even more unhelpful, the qi and blood in their bodies were surging, and they were already injured internally.

"Yang Wuji's move is so strong, I'm afraid I can only compete with it by casting the 'Eight Desolation Lion Seals!'" Feeling the amazing aura emanating from Yang Wuji's move, Han Chen said secretly in his heart.

With his eyes slipping, he turned to Mo Chen, who was still standing quietly on the martial arts platform, and thought in his heart: "If there are no hole cards, I'm afraid this blow will be lost!"

At this time, Qianshan Wudao, Nie Renwang and others also cast their eyes on Mochen.

In the sky, the three rounds of the sun fell rapidly, and the terrifying high temperature was like a volcanic magma splashing, and the amazing breath was like a mountain peak suppression, making people breathless.

The three rounds of Yaoyang were getting closer and closer, and when they were close to the top of Mochen's head, Mochen finally moved.

As soon as his arm was raised, the pitch-black long sword was across his chest, and his left hand pinched a strange knot and pressed it on the blade.

"The sea of ink spirit is boundless!"

A whisper like a murmur rang out from Mochen's mouth.

The moment the voice fell, Mo Chen's body shook violently, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Snort

And at this moment, a stream of jet-black air that exuded an astonishing aura, like a tide, emerged from the void, and in less than half a breath, it completely filled a radius of 100 meters.

The rich jet-black air currents converged together, as if it was a real sea of ink, completely submerging the figure of ink dust.

And at this moment, the three rounds of Yaoyang in the sky had also broken through the void and crashed down, colliding with this sea of ink. (To be continued......)