The sky was red, and the red color shrouded the entire Moon City, surrounded by flames, and a sea of flames swept the entire tall arena that was ten zhang long and ten zhang wide.

However, in such a sea of fire, the figure standing with a gun is still clearly visible, like a needle of the sea god, which has not been shaken since ancient times.

The tip of the gun was burning with blood, but what was burning in the red eyes was not something like anger, but another more decisive killing intent and fighting spirit.

Ling Yan's posture looked extraordinarily pretty, but everyone present understood what an indescribable horror was hidden behind this touching beauty, that was an invincible figure, that was an invincible Shura.

"Taishangdao, Zhang Ziyang. Glaring at the people who wanted to go with him, this high-ranking disciple of the Supreme Dao half admired and half regretfully went into the ring wrapped in flames alone, and reported his name word by word.

He didn't care who was being used by him, but in this situation, if he didn't have a duel with the woman in front of him alone, he would definitely not be able to convince himself. He is indeed the chief of the Taishang Dao, and it is true that he only takes revenge on the white clothes for his junior brothers and sisters, but he is the Taishang Dao Zhang Ziyang, and he is a hopeless martial idiot.

He could have imagined how much remorse he would have after such an excellent time to not fight. So he stepped forward alone and warned those who had other intentions.

"You can continue your plots, but only after this battle, or we will be complete enemies. That's what he said.

However, the moment he stepped into the ring, the big gun in Aya's hand had already swept in front of him, bringing with him the scorching heat wave of purgatory.

Aggression is like fire!

The most exposed fire, just like this, lingered on the tip of the spear, and with Aaya's swing of arms, he swam out of a phoenix soaring trail. And Zhang Ziyang, who bore the brunt of the attack, did not avoid it, but also shook his arm and rattled, and used the slender and slender long pole in his hand to receive this aggressive blow.

Twist your arm, vibrate your gun! Aya was not confused by the inaction of this blow, she still responded in an instant, and launched the next offensive. The crimson spear twitched the slightly scorched air, as if it was about to ignite a fire in an instant, and she just took advantage of the sweeping momentum to smash Zhang Ziyang's long pole again.

This is to break the strong with the strong!

Aya's mind is completely pinned on her big gun, conforming to her most instinctive nature, since she can't hit it with one blow, then continue to be second and third and even succeed. As a warrior born with divine power, how could she be afraid to compete with others for her strength.

Even if it is a stubborn stone, it will crumble after thousands of polishes.

With the most basic turning gun, every time Aya smashed the long pole in Zhang Ziyang's hand, it was two or three points heavier than the last time, as if she was accumulating strength. If Aya continues to accumulate like this, Zhang Ziyang will sooner or later be destroyed by this constantly rotating force, all the ability to resist.

So, he's not going to just sit back and wait.

The sect has the style of martial arts, and the hard connection at the beginning is just Zhang Ziyang's temptation. Even if he has been in contact with Aya, he wants to clearly know whether this heroic woman has become stronger in the past few days, and whether it is worth him to take out the hole cards to deal with the white clothes.

But now that I think about it, it should be worth it.

Purple flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Ziyang's fingertips lightly picked the long rod in his hand, as if he had played a long string that connected the heavens, and the bell that swayed from side to side suddenly began to hurry.

The martial arts of Taishang Dao is the first in the world. This is a recognized fact in the world, just like the purple gold gourd skill of the gold and silver horns that Bai Yi faced at the beginning, it was not a simple rigid external practice of protecting the body, but contained a certain indescribable subtle softness.

Otherwise, no matter how hard the body protection magic skill is, how can it survive the artistic conception of cutting off heaven and earth that is rooted in Bai Yi's bones? Cutting off everything he sees is not a joke at all.

And Zhang Ziyang, the chief of Taishang Dao, is naturally also very good at unloading the force, and when he played the long pole in his hand, he was completely out of the range of Aya's spear.

The scorching fire energy flowed out from between him, and some of the fire poison that had been accumulated was also brought out, mixed into a thick pool of black blood.

Throwing away the blood stains on his fingertips, Zhang Ziyang shook his long pole like an old man fishing, and the bell at the tip of the pole brought a gust of wind and sand, and just bypassed Aya's gun and hit her face.

The lion shook his head and leaned over to roar, Aya had no intention of avoiding it, she was not willing to avoid it, and then let the other party completely out of her rhythm. In the face of the menacing wind and sand, Aya was like a lion, smashing these flies' tactics one by one, and then stabbing with a spear, leaving him no room for anything.

His own methods did not work, and Zhang Ziyang didn't seem to have any disappointed expression, he just watched Ayan's big gun pierce his chest with flames, as if piercing a shadow in the afternoon sunset.

It's an illusion!

Facing Aya directly is not Zhang Ziyang's unscrupulous performance, but he is very aware of the weaknesses of this eldest lady of the Lezheng family. She didn't have much resistance to the illusion-type martial arts she had cultivated.

Even though the instincts of life and death honed from the battlefield allowed her to successfully avoid some dangers, she could never completely see what was in front of her, whether it was illusion or reality.

Right and wrong are always difficult to argue, and so is truth and falsehood, and it is precisely because of this that Zhang Ziyang is obsessed with him, a magical magic weapon that is enough for him to compare with immortals.

The body was covered with yellow sand, wrapped in layers and wrapped around, just in the blink of an eye, it cut off the sea of fire created by Aya, and even showed signs of completely extinguishing it in an instant.

It's a pity that Aya never believed it. It's one thing to not be able to tell the truth from the fake, and it's another thing to believe that what you see is true. Aya, who has been planted once at the hands of the six sons, has a more direct and clear judgment of truth and illusion, or rather, she is the kind of person who will never fall into the same set of tricks.

If you can't argue, you don't want to argue, Aya fully stretched the big gun in her hand and danced a huge whirlwind of flames. The blazing flames scorched every corner of the entire ring with high temperatures, and Aya knew that even if he used illusion, the chief of the Taishang Dao would not just walk out of the ring to dodge, otherwise what was the point of him coming up.

What's more, a teenager she hated was still sitting somewhere in the audience, how could this person break those established rules.

So when the flames began to roll, Aya had already sensed the other party's position.

At the end of the gun, a thick brick was smashed, and the tip of Aya's spear pointed straight at the sky, as if this shot would pierce the blood-stained sky. It's a pity that the sky is the most difficult place to dodge but the best place to unload the force, Zhang Ziyang just stretched out his palm lightly, and retracted the long rod that was about to be stabbed behind him, and completely unloaded the force that came from Aya's swift shot.

Zhang Ziyang thought so, but he didn't have the slightest idea of retreating, and he retracted the long pole behind him and didn't stop there, but returned to the original position where he was ready to stab out at a faster speed.

This time the unloading is just to borrow the force.

The slender and slender long pole is like another gun in Zhang Ziyang's hands, but unlike Aya's big gun, this spear is lighter, faster and sharper, full of edge.

This is a flawless artistic conception, which seems to rely on the sharpness of the long pole, but in fact, it relies more on the sound of breaking the air. Tangible things will eventually be blocked, but intangible things are actually the sharpest things. It's like the sword intent of the white cloth, there is nothing that his artistic conception can't be cut off, and naturally there is nothing that the sound can't pierce.

However, Aya still blocked it after all, or rather, she used another method to block this inevitable blow. Everything has a source, and even formless and qualitative artistic conceptions can only be waved by people, so in fact, the easiest response is to kill the person who uses it.

The tip of the spear pierced Zhang Ziyang's chest, and he opened his mouth weakly, as if to ask why Ayan's gun was able to do so fast at that moment, even faster than his voice. However, as the tip of the spear invaded his heart and lungs, and then a scorching breath came out of his body, completely burning his esophagus and trachea, cutting off his last chance of life.

So, Zhang Ziyang died, and died like this for no reason. Neither he nor the people in the audience could see clearly what Aya did at the moment when Zhang Ziyang unloaded the force with the tip of Aya's gun, as if everyone's eyes were temporarily blind at that moment.

"I don't believe you're that powerful. How could a mere woman really win Zhang Ziyang, the chief of the Taishang Dao. I'm afraid, no, it must be Lu Baiyi who is secretly helping you!"

"Yes!

"Such a despicable act, everyone will be punished, what kind of morality do we talk to her, let's go together, kill this witch first, and then kill the evil demon in Lu Baiyi!"

"Yes! ”

Under the clamor of the Imperial City Division, the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable to Aya and Baiyi. But the strange thing is that whether it is Aya on the stage or Bai Yi off the stage, they are indifferent to this, and they don't have the slightest intention of trying to save the situation.

They seemed to be waiting for something, perhaps waiting for the moment when everyone was instigated by the Imperial City Division and then rushed up.

Of course, this moment came as promised!

The moment everyone stepped into the ring, Aya's eyes that had been closed after piercing Zhang Ziyang's chest finally opened. As a result, everyone present invariably had the same feeling.

They seemed to have really seen the phoenix dancing in the sea of fire, the graceful and luxurious, but brave and fierce phoenix!

The tip of the gun was on fire, not a lame description, but the big gun dancing with Aya's palm at this time really crossed this space, and then ignited a magnificent and bright line of fire. At this moment, it is like a blood-red peony, which is blooming proudly!

Everyone naturally understood one thing, that is, why Aya was able to stab Zhang Ziyang to death before him at that moment. Because, at that moment, this female fighter, a female general who was as passionate as a flame, had transcended the scope of the mundane and entered the realm of gods.

It is not the peak of the Nine Grades, nor is it a half-step Divine Realm, it is the complete martial arts extreme realm of this world-God Realm. And no matter how strong Zhang Ziyang is, he is still half a step away from the divine realm, so naturally there is only a defeat.

Perhaps, Bai Yi had already guessed this result, and after this battle, Aya would surpass Tianyi, surpass Yanhe, and step into the extreme of this world before them. That's why I'm so relieved to let Aya take over the end of this game.

Aya naturally lived up to Bai Yi's expectations, or she also desperately needed a group of people to celebrate her breakthrough, and this group of self-volunteering cannon fodder was a good choice.

The flames are dancing, and the phoenix sings in the flames, but this song is not about new life, but about the destruction and end of everything. In the constant cycle of life and death, everyone needs a destruction to celebrate. And Aaya's move completely covers this meaning.

It was no longer a flame that was rubbed by the tip of the spear to spin, but a real spear that danced a sea of fire, and this sea of fire was enough to engulf anyone who was hostile to her.

It was a proud phoenix, soaring from the flames, and then falling, surging into a sea of fire that burst through everything.

The phoenix is flying, burning the common people!

"You guessed it a long time ago?" Mo Qingxuan looked at the incomparably hot sea of fire, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably curious, but she was just quietly watching from a distant place, and had no intention of getting closer to find out. After all, her strength is not to mention surviving in that sea of fire, and the strength of the eighth grade is difficult to even get closer.

So, she could only ask softly to Bai Yi, who did not have the slightest expression of surprise on the side, hoping to get a satisfactory answer.

In this regard, Bai Yi just raised his good-looking eyebrows, and then responded affirmatively: "I naturally guessed it." ”

"Then why? Obviously, she has no signs of breaking through at all?" Mo Qingxuan is still incomprehensible, even if he has his own remnant soul from another world on his body, it is impossible to violate the rules of this world.

Because this is not a breakthrough, but a recovery of her original strength. Naturally, there is no need for signs. Don't you know? In fact, in that world, Aya has been stepping into the innate for a long time! so long that she has forgotten that she has broken through the fact of the innate nature. ”

"She's the real winner who grew up in battles and wars, and I only need to tell her a part of the truth, and after going through a battle, I can completely recover my strength, even I, I feel jealous!"

"The mandate of heaven is really hard to violate, and the mandate of heaven is hard to disobey!"