Chapter 8: The Battle (II)

Looking at the two people in the hall who were doing their best, everyone changed color, and the disciples of the Dao Hall had already withdrawn from the hall when Wang Zhi used the Gathering Spirit Fist, for fear of being affected. Even the masters of the Colorful Realm, such as Wang Ran, Wang Hongyan and Chen Zhiyuan, had a hint of shock in their eyes, what kind of skills had these two people cultivated, and they could actually break out such a fierce offensive in the Nine True Five Forging Cultivation?

In the hall, the moment the two clashed, the aura was strong to the peak, and the radiant punch was incomparably powerful, as if the air was being pulled and turned into its accomplice, wanting to attack Chen Yun.

And Chen Yun condensed the true essence of his whole body, and the "Chong Lan Lang" he unleashed was even more incarnated into a sharp blue jade sword, with incomparable sharpness, stabbing Wang Zhi's iron fist directly, and there was a great tendency to not stop without penetrating.

"Bang!"

The entire space seemed to be silent at the moment of impact, and then, white light and blue light suddenly exploded, and the entire hall was filled with these two colors glowing with terrifying energy!

The entire hall also trembled under this kind of confrontation, and the Dao Hall disciples quickly retreated in horror, erected a True Yuan Light Shield, and hurriedly enveloped their bodies, for fear of being affected by that kind of energy fluctuation.

"Not good!" Chen Zhiyuan exclaimed, a burst of red light flashed on his body, and a red light shield shrouded the battle in the field, so as to prevent the two of them from attacking too violently and causing the hall to collapse.

"Break it for me!"

At this moment, Chen Yun shouted loudly, and with a sword trick in his hand, the blue jade sword suddenly exploded into the sky, instantly dispersing the true yuan qi on Wang Zhi's fist in a devastating attitude.

"How is that possible?!"

A look of shock surged on Wang Zhi's face, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, and then his body was directly blasted upside down and flew away, and a stone pillar was shattered along the way.

"Poof......

Spit out another mouthful of blood, Wang Zhi's face was blue and red alternately, and his originally proud face was extremely hideous.

"Wang Zhi was defeated!"

Looking at Wang Zhi, whose breath was much weaker, and even spurted blood from his mouth, outside the hall, there was an uproar for a while, and countless eyes, with a little shock, looked at the young figure in the hall.

At this time, the white light and blue light have not yet dispersed, and under the backdrop of that light, that figure is like a mountain stream and a pine, and the abyss is close to Yuetan!

"No, I'm not going to lose you!

In an uproar, Wang Zhi rushed forward again, covered with a circle of silver-white light, making him seem to be wearing a god silver armor, and his combat power was unparalleled.

"Triple Wave of Gathering Spirits"

Wang Zhi roared angrily, his long fist danced, pulled up a strip of white practice, and was immediately folded by him, when he began to stack to the third, he was suddenly dyed with a layer of pink, his flushed face seemed to be about to coagulate, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were shrouded in a layer of powder.

"Zhi'er, don't ......" Wang Zhizhi's father, Wang Hongyan, saw his son vomiting blood again, and suddenly became anxious and shouted.

"Father, don't stop me!"

Wang Zhi shouted, and when the third Bai Lian was folded, his face was covered with a layer of pink, which looked very enchanting. He seemed to be powerless, so he stopped folding Bai Lian, turned his fist into a palm in his hand, and his long fingers were horizontal, and in an instant, the pink and white horse practice turned into a pink giant sword, with extraordinary momentum, and the utensils in the hall flew wildly, Wang Zhi gritted his teeth, his body rushed out again, flying the giant sword, and slashed towards Chen Yun.

This was already a blow beyond the Nine Truths realm, however, what was even more shocking was that the crimson on Wang Zhi's face confirmed what Chen Yun had said before.

Facing Wang Zhi's roaring giant sword, Chen Yun's eyes showed not surprise, a sneer hooked the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of light, what he wanted was this result. ...,

Wang Zhi may have thoughts about Zhiyu, but it is by no means true. And his behavior today is nothing more than bullying others, if he doesn't make Wang Zhihuan ashamed and angry, he has no scruples to fight Chen Yun. In any case, it will not help today's crisis. Now that Wang Zhi's hole cards are out, if he loses the game again, what kind of face does he have to propose? Even if the Wang family is concerned about this matter afterwards, it will always tear his face on the spot.

That's enough!

His heart was determined, but Chen Yun did not despise Wang Zhi's move because of this, the light giant sword, the aura was in all directions, and the power was amazing, it had already transcended the scope of the Nine Realms, even ordinary cultivators of the Eight Desolation Realms could not send it out lightly, which showed how powerful it was.

Chen Yun stared directly, his expression suddenly became stern, and he silently recited the sword trick in his heart, flicked the long sword in his hand, took it out of his hand, and plunged it directly into the middle of the two. The seal in his hand was pinched wildly, as fast as a phantom, and in just a moment, a scorching aura suddenly erupted around him, which was diametrically opposed to the water column just now, and this was another of his big moves:

"Flame Streamer: Flying Fire Withered Dragon"

As the scorching aura around Chen Yun's body rose, in a moment, the air seemed to be scorched, and a faint flame was generated. His cultivation is far from enough, and his momentum is much worse than the original. But even so, when he finished pinching the seal, he compared his long fingers, and the hot breath also came out with his fingers, and swept towards the ground with the long sword, rolling it up.

Bang!

The long sword exploded in the air, turning into a short blade. The sword exploded when it couldn't withstand the scorching heat. However, the move did not change, the scorching breath did not change, rolled up the short blade, and roared away, like a steaming fire dragon, using the short blade as its teeth, and pounced on the light giant sword.

"Boom Boom"

A series of crashing sounds rang out, and the entire hall crumbled. If it weren't for Chen Zhiyuan's protection from a colorful red realm cultivation, he would have collapsed long ago. Although Chen Zhiyuan has been speechless, he has been silently paying attention to Chen Yun, and at this moment, seeing that Chen Yun can make such a big move, and then thinking of today's watch, he is shocked and relieved.

Unlike Chen Yun's calmness, the disciples who were watching from a distance were already shocked, staring at the two people in the hall who were shrouded in light waves, but many people instinctively began to murmur:

"Is this still Chen Yun, when did he become so powerful......

"No, it's fake, I must be hallucinating, no, I have to go back to meditation......"

"Impossible, how could he confront Wang Zhi head-on...... Why does he have such a powerful sword technique......"

Living in the temple, Wang Ran looked coldly at the two people in the hall, but his heart was not as calm as his face. As early as when Chen Yun used the first type of Eight Ink Dances, his gaze began to flicker, but when he saw that Chen Yun actually had an even more powerful flying flame streamer, he calmed down instead. His face was cold, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and the duel between Chen Yun and Wang Zhi lasted only a moment, and the dazzling light that erupted was faint in the flying sand.

"Poof!"

"Poof!" each of the opposing sides spurted out mouthfuls of blood.

The results will be known in the next second.