"Twin Swords to Slay the Dragon!"

Ying Zichen looked at the increasingly thick Xuanyin Qi around Zhou Fuyao, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I saw that the willow leaf double knife in his hand was stirred, and all the Xuanyin qi in the air was like a hundred birds returning to the forest, and they all rushed towards the willow leaf double knife in his hand, and the incomparably thick Xuanyin qi condensed on Ying Zichen's double knife.

Zhou Fu frowned, and the coiling dragon stick swept with a strong stick wind.

Ying Zichen turned around, dodged Zhou Fuyao's coiling dragon stick, and the lancet in his left hand slashed heavily at the layer of spiritual light spilled by the immovable bell. The defense of the Immovable Bell was as fragile as an eggshell under the action of such a thick Xuanyin Qi, and all the spiritual texts were frozen at the touch of it, and the next moment this layer of spiritual light collapsed directly. Then the lancet in his right hand also slashed down, this knife Win Zichen had done his best, under the blade, the space touched by the blade was cut like a piece of paper.

"It's over!" A smug smile appeared on Ying Zichen's face, as if victory was already in sight, and at this time, Zhou Fuyao was just a stick to make an old man, exposing his entire side to Ying Zichen. And this knife is flawless and flawless in terms of angle and strength.

"It's dangerous!" In the audience, Ying Yu looked at Ying Zichen's knife and screamed in her heart.

At this time, the winner had stood up anxiously, staring at the ring. Ying Zichen's knife didn't spare the slightest hand, if it hit Zhou Fuyao, the consequences would be unimaginable. If something went wrong with Zhou Fuyao, then he would definitely blame himself, because this qiē was caused by him. At this time, he couldn't wait to stand in the ring and let him take the knife.

Only Ying Cheng was a little calmer, but there was a cold look in his eyes. But it revealed what his mood was at this time.

"You're too complacent!" Zhou Fu shook the corner of his eye and caught a glimpse of the smug smile on Ying Zichen's face, and snorted angrily in his heart. The mad demon heart suddenly exploded. Double the speed to urge the big day to practice the divine decision. I saw that Zhou Fuyao's elbow joint seemed to be misaligned, and it was folded at an incredible angle. The coiling dragon stick brought out a series of afterimages and crashed into the lancet in Ying Zichen's hand. Ying Zichen didn't expect Zhou Fuyao to be able to make such a response at this time, the knife technique was already old, and it was too late to change direction. had to bite the bullet and directly stumble with Zhou Fuyao.

'Dang' with a loud bang. Zhou Fuyao and Ying Zichen's weapons intersected, and the two quickly distanced themselves.

"That's okay!" Win looked at Zhou Fuyao's arms as if they were dislocated. He had never seen a physique cultivator able to refine himself like this!

"What kind of move is this!" Ying Yu also looked confused.

"No matter what the move, it's really beautiful!" Ying Cheng praised directly.

And Ying Dou, who was sitting on the rostrum, also nodded with satisfaction, he didn't expect Zhou Fuyao's control of his body to reach such a high level. You must know that it is very difficult to exert such force, but Zhou Fuyao has done it, and it is so perfect. It's really commendable!

After Ying Zichen unloaded the huge force from Zhou Fuyao's dragon stick, after standing still, the two moved almost at the same time, Zhou Fuyao no longer planned to defend passively at this time, and the mad demon's mind was still urging Da Ri to practice divine decision. The speed of his body increased dramatically, although it was still not as fast as Ying Zichen's speed, but it was only a little different.

The coiling dragon stick suddenly trembled in Zhou Fuyao's hand, drawing a circle in the air, and the rolling true yuan gushed out from this end of the coiling dragon stick like a surging wave. This True Yuan formed a vortex in the air, and a huge suction force shrouded Ying Zichen.

Ying Zichen Cui was caught off guard, and was disturbed by this suction, and his body was stunned. The tempo slowed down by half a beat.

Zhou Fuyao's move of coiling the dragon stick in his hand immediately changed again, smashing the yellow dragon like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole.

Ying Zichen let out a low sigh, and his body floated in the air like willow leaves. Let go of the coiling dragon stick, and then he twisted his waist. The body flipped in mid-air along the body of the coiling dragon stick and arrived in front of Zhou Fuyao, and the willow leaf double knife cut straight down.

"This top 100 talent list is really not blown. It's so tough!"

Zhou Fuyao was approached by Ying Zichen, an iron plate bridge, first let go of the double knives that came over, and then with a hand support, a reverse kick, the tip of his right foot fiercely kicked towards Ying Zichen's temple.

Ying Zichen's body sank suddenly, dodged this kick, and stabbed his right hand backhand, and the lancet slashed horizontally towards the toe of Zhou Fuyao's right foot.

Zhou Fuyao bent his right foot, let go of the lancet, and stood still with his body flipped. Zhou Fuyao shook his feet a little, his body rushed forward, and the dragon stick frantically went towards the winning morning cover.

Ying Zichen was seized by Zhou Fuyao this time, so he could only strengthen his strength and follow Zhou Fuyao's coiling dragon stick with a knife. The various changes of the mad demon eight styles of the dragon stick in Zhou Fuyao's hand became more and more convenient, and a special force slowly condensed in his arms, condensing but not hairing, and the more he gathered, the stronger he became.

Ying Zichen tried his best to control his body, like a piece of catkins, tossing up and down in the attack of the coiling dragon stick like a storm, each time using a qiē means to use his strength.

"Ha! Take me a stick: the mad demon is born!" Zhou Fuyao became smoother and smoother, feeling that the strength gathered in his arm had reached the limit, and the strength that had been condensed but not released, at this time, it was like a flood that opened the floodgates, pouring out, and the coiling dragon stick went towards the winning morning cover with the momentum of ten thousand horses galloping.

At this time, an extremely dangerous omen appeared in Ying Zichen's heart, and at this moment, the cold hairs on his body stood straight, this is the intuition of a master, the intuition that can only be generated after a long battle. Ying Zichen subconsciously retracted the willow leaf double knife to his chest, and the double knife was crossed to protect his chest, and the Xuanyin Qi was like a substance, protecting him.

The coiling dragon stick in Zhou Fuyao's hand directly ignored the distance of space, and instantly appeared in front of Ying Zichen, this Xuanyin qi was directly dispersed by the stick wind of this stick, and the double knives that blocked in front of Ying Zichen were directly smashed into the air, and with a sound of 'dang', they were inserted into the ground behind Ying Zichen.

The moment Ying Zichen blocked the coiling dragon stick with his double knives, his body retreated sharply, and when he retreated, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, this mouthful of blood was like an introduction, and those scattered Xuanyin Qi was quickly sucked into his mouthful of blood, condensed into a blood arrow, and shot towards Zhou Fuyao at an extremely fast speed.

Zhou Fu's eyes caught a flash of red light coming towards him, and the coiling dragon stick swept towards the red light. The blood arrow exploded directly in the air, and the strong cold air quickly invaded Zhou Fuyao, fixing his feet in place.

Ying Zichen stood in front of Shuangdao, he was already angry, he never thought that he would be injured by a guy who couldn't even rank on the talent list, and he originally wanted to play Zhou Fuyao. But Zhou Fuyao's table was too strong, he was careless, played with the fire, and was actually injured. Ying Zichen stood in place, the two lancets merged into one, and merged into a lancet, which he held in his right hand.

Ying Qingwu in the audience was already frowning at this time.

"I didn't expect it to come to this point, is it so difficult for Fuyao this week? It actually forced Zichen to use all his strength!"

Those who are familiar with Ying Zichen know that the use of the Willow Leaf Twin Knife is only for Ying Zichen to deal with ordinary monks. When encountering an equal enemy, Ying Zichen uses a single knife.

"Zichen, don't miss and kill Zhou Fuyao, then it's troublesome. ”

Win Qingwu became more and more worried in his heart, Ying Zichen, who had entered this state, was very crazy.

"Okay! Zhou Fuyao, you should be proud, because you can actually force me to shoot with all my might!" Ying Zichen looked at Zhou Fuyao who got rid of the ice, a crazy smile appeared on his face, and he pinched the law with his left hand, and the aura of heaven and earth began to pour into Ying Zichen's body frantically.

"The strength of the top 100 talents is definitely not what you can imagine. As soon as Ying Zichen's words were finished, his figure had disappeared in place.

"What a quick move!"

Zhou Fuyao's heart was full of alarms, and with his keen six senses, he only barely caught the figure in front of him by Ying Zichen, and then countless knife shadows fell from all directions.

"Don't move the clock!"

Zhou Fu shook his throat and let out a low sigh, and the immovable bell jumped out directly from his dantian, and the immovable bell grunted in the air, and a layer of light was sprinkled down. Barely resisted these sword lights, and then they were gloriously shattered.

"Golden Lotus Protector!"

The moment Zhou Fuyao used the immovable bell to resist the sword light, he urged the golden lotus in the dantian, and a layer of golden light poured out from his dantian. The sword shadows in all directions fell, and one after another sword rays slashed fiercely on Zhou Fuyao's body. Zhou Fuyao was surprised in his heart, the speed of this Ying Zichen's knife just now was not worth mentioning at all compared to the current one. These knife lights were too fast, he couldn't catch them at all, so he had to resist. These swords touched Zhou Fuyao's skin, and a sound was like the sound of Jin Ge striking each other.

"It fucking hurts!"

A piercing dark red blood arrow erupted from Zhou Fuyao's mouth, although these blades did not break through Zhou Fuyao's defense, but the power in each sword had already shaken his internal organs. Moreover, these knives all contain a fierce Xuanyin Qi, which penetrates directly under the skin, slashing Zhou Fuyao's nerves like a knife, making him grin in pain.

"Is this the true strength of these demons?"

Zhou Fuyao exclaimed in his heart, even if he urged the mad demon heart method, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Ying Zichen's knife, and his body couldn't support the mad demon heart method for a long time.

"Xuanjing Ice Array!"

Ying Zichen let out a low cry in his throat, and with his left hand, he pinched the Fa Duel, and countless ice particles that were sprinkled on the ground floated, hovering at a height of one foot above the ground in a staggered manner, and these ice particles formed a Xuanjing Ice Array in an instant. The moment the Xuanjing Ice Array was formed, a layer of intense cold air spread rapidly upwards along Zhou Fuyao's feet, quickly condensing a layer of Xuanbing ice, freezing the meridians of Zhou Fuyao's feet, making it difficult for Zhou Fuyao to move his steps slightly.

"Die!"

Ying Zichen's figure appeared directly behind Zhou Fuyao, with a low cry in his throat, the lancet was raised high, and a huge sword appeared in the ring, slashing towards Zhou Fuyao with an incomparably thick Xuanyin aura. (To be continued......)