The crimson pagoda, the glow spreads, breaking through the black clouds of the ancient sky, like a god's thing, the momentum is earth-shattering, aimed at the top of Zhang Yan's head, and smashes down.

This crimson pagoda was originally an imitation of an ancient treasure, and its power was already extremely amazing, and now it has been refined into a high-grade spiritual weapon, and its power has reached a higher level.

The people present, except for Su Zipage, no one dared to say that they could catch the blow of this pagoda.

At this moment, the pagoda fell straight towards Zhang Yan, and everyone couldn't help but look at Zhang Yan to see how he resisted.

The astonishing momentum of the crimson pagoda, Zhang Yan had already been secretly shocked, and the nerves of the whole person were already tense to the extreme.

Staring at the looting pagoda, a red light flashed on Zhang Yan's hand, and he instantly sacrificed a big staff with a whole body of crimson, but it was the Yanlong staff that was snatched from that Song Yanlong.

The Yan Dragon Staff was sacrificed by Zhang Yan with one hand, and the whole body immediately burst out with fireworks, vigorous and blazing.

With a "bang", the Yan Dragon Staff was like a sky-high fire dragon, roaring and swept up, meeting the crimson pagoda.

The Flame Dragon Staff and the Crimson Pagoda instantly connected, rumbling and shaking, but they were slightly stalemate.

At the same time, Zhang Yan didn't stop, his hand sacrificed the crimson bracelet, flickered out again, and approached Lie Feiyang.

Staring at the crimson bracelet on Zhang Yan's hand, Lie Feiyang didn't seem to dare to be careless.

The magic trick was pinched in an instant, and the red light flashed, and a fiery red flying sword was sacrificed.

The flying sword was like red lightning, stabbing through the thick clouds and black fog, and stabbing at Zhang Yan who was approaching.

From the beginning, Zhang Yan's divine sense had already shrouded and dispersed, and when he saw the flying sword stabbing at him, he had already prepared.

With a piercing whisper, the Shadow Blade turned into a dark red afterimage, and lightning swept through the air, intercepting the fiery red flying sword.

"Ding!"

The gold and stone were handed over, the sparks splashed everywhere, and the two spiritual weapons groaned softly, and they both flew back upside down.

All this happened just a breathing effort, which made the disciples of Hua Yufeng below stunned one by one.

Although it was only a short momentary handover, the thrill of the period and the amazing strength had to shock them.

Moreover, the staff sacrificed by Zhang Yan was obviously also at the level of a spiritual weapon, which made them even more unbelievable.

Except for the genius disciples in the sect family who have condensed their divine sense, where can ordinary disciples have spiritual weapons?

This made a group of people frightened by the appearance of the Baiyun Peak boy, but also secretly pondered.

On one side were Rong Chengxin and Li Da, who also looked at Zhang Yan in the air with unfamiliar eyes, and it was only now that they fully realized the strength that Zhang Yan had.

As for Su Zipage, he frowned slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked up at the air with a thoughtful face.

Black clouds in the air.

After Zhang Yan sacrificed the flying sword, he had already seized this momentary opportunity.

One step out, the whole body of the crimson bracelet immediately burst into full bloom, and the momentum soared to the sky, and it came out of Zhang Yan's hand and shot down Lie Feiyang fiercely.

Lie Feiyang on the opposite side had a solemn face, knowing that this crimson bracelet was powerful, it was something refined by a Jindan period monk.

Although judging from the aura of induction, the power he possessed was at most the full force of a monk in the early stage of the foundation building period, but it was still extremely difficult for him to resist.

However, Lie Feiyang still looked extremely calm.

I saw that the lotus-shaped magic weapon in front of him flashed red, and it was tightly blocked in front of the falling bracelet.

"It's a rune treasure that can only be refined by a Jindan monk, retreat!"

After Su Ziye released an astonishing aura from the bracelet, his face finally changed drastically, and he shouted to the people behind him.

"Boom!"

The moment everyone pushed it away, the crimson bracelet and the lotus flower met, and the bracelet exploded on it.

Above the air, the spiritual power flew over, the black clouds shattered, and the amount of force released by the explosion seemed to tear the sky, making the disciples of Hua Yufeng who had to be pushed away turn slightly pale and gasp.

The crimson bracelet exploded in mid-air, and it was in the middle of everyone, if it was a step slower just now, it would have to fade a layer of skin if it didn't die, after all, it was equivalent to the full force of the foundation building stage monks, and it was not something that these twelve layers of the qi refining stage could withstand.

However, what made Zhang Yan sigh secretly was that the other party's lotus-shaped magic weapon was only slightly cracked, but the rune treasure that was refined into a bracelet exploded, obviously the bracelet was also the last attack, and it had little effect.

It can be seen that the opponent's lotus-shaped defensive magic weapon is powerful.

But now that Zhang Yan has exhausted his hole cards, the opponent's divine consciousness is condensed, whether it is a divine soul attack or a golden dragon rope, it is useless.

And Lie Feiyang on the other side obviously understands this, so Zhang Yan is not afraid that the other party will suddenly sacrifice the spirit bead and cast a hundred spirit trick spells.

Avoiding the explosion range of the bracelet, Zhang Yan swept out of the air again, leaving an afterimage, and finally forced Lie Feiyang forward.

The Bone Forging Technique and the Gold Transformation Technique were operating, and the Spirit Gathering Technique also gathered powerful spiritual power in an instant at this time, and Zhang Yan's left fist with a dark black ring was filled with cyan, golden, and white spiritual light, and it flew straight down towards the Lie.

"Looks like you're still overconfident in your physical strength!"

This scene fell in Lie Feiyang's eyes, but it made him feel extremely ridiculous, and he couldn't help but sneer.

"Buzz!"

Lie Feiyang's mana, which was more than twice as thick as Zhang Yan's, roared into operation, and a powerful flame suddenly enveloped his whole body, and the big fist of the fireworks smashed towards Zhang Yan again.

"Hiss......"

An almost inaudible murmur came.

"Not good!"

It is also that Lie Feiyang's own divine sense is strong enough, otherwise if he were someone else, he might already be in a different place at this moment, and blood would be spilled in the sky.

I saw that the next moment, Lie Feiyang gently deviated to the right, but the right fist filled with flames was unabated, and it was still smashing at Zhang Yan's chest, but his left forehead was strangely shaven off a layer of skin, and part of his hair was also broken at this moment, and the original bundle of hair had already flown up.

"Huh!"

The lotus-shaped magic weapon with red light flashed, and the lightning flew back, but instead of blocking the left fist of the Zhang, it blocked the shoulder and arm.

However, at this moment, Zhang Yan was wrapped in a ghost, completely ignoring the flame fist that shot down on him, and the three-color spiritual light of the left fist that attacked, and on the black ring on his hand, a filament lightning slashed down.

The left fist of the attack is just a disguise, and the light cloud silk that comes out of the black ring **** is the real attack that Zhang Yan wants.

For the lotus-shaped magic weapon in front of him, the light cloud silk is still impartial, tearing and scratching.

"Sting!"

Although the defense of the lotus-shaped magic weapon is amazing, after the explosion of the rune treasure, the defense has already been reduced by one point, coupled with the sharpness of the light cloud silk, where can it be blocked, it was directly cut in half by the light cloud silk.

The lotus-shaped magic weapon shattered, and the light cloud silk continued to cut straight down, directly cutting off the large shoulder of Lie Feiyang's left arm, and along with the bones, it was cut in half, and the blood light spilled into the air.

"Bang!"

When Lie Feiyang's body was slightly on one side, Zhang Yan knew that this attack had failed again, and he originally wanted to make the imperial envoy Qingyunsi sweep around and attack the opponent's back, but he didn't want the opponent's flaming fist to have fallen on his chest.

But Zhang Yan's fist did not stop because of this, and smashed into the opponent's chest at the same time.

A huge force, as if it could shatter the impact of the boulder, directly overflowed the large array of the Soul Confusion Tower, and landed on Zhang Yan's chest.

"Boom ......"

Zhang Yan's whole person was like a cannonball shot out of the air by the other party, and smashed half a mile away, on a small barren mountain in the canyon.

The barren mountain broke and collapsed, the gravel rolled down, and Zhang Yan's whole person was buried inside, and all that was left was the boulder that rolled down.

In mid-air, Lie Feiyang was also repelled by Zhang Yan's blow for more than a dozen zhang before he stabilized his body, his face was pale, and he was panting roughly.

Lie Feiyang suppressed the qi and blood surging in his chest, and played a trick to stop the bleeding from his arm that had been cut off by nearly half.

Then the magic trick hit again, and the crimson pagoda that was in a slight stalemate with the Yan Dragon Staff buzzed, and the momentum was full again, smashing towards the Yan Dragon Staff like a fire dragon soaring into the sky.

Although the spirit weapon has a spirit, but without the Yan Dragon Staff of the Imperial Envoy of Zhang Yan, it is only a homeopathic attack in mid-air to resist, where can it withstand this attack of the pagoda.

"Click!"

After all, the crimson pagoda is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and the Yan Dragon Staff can't withstand such a powerful attack at all, and at the moment when it was suppressed by the pagoda, it suddenly made a breaking sound, and then the fireworks on the Yan Dragon Staff also disappeared at once.

The sword light flashed under Lie Feiyang's feet, and he strode up, and the big hand that flickered with fireworks, Huo Ran reached out, and grabbed the Yan Dragon Staff whose breath had been restricted.

The fireworks disappeared, the whole body of the Yan Dragon Staff turned crimson, and the lifelike fire dragons were carved in fact, and it could be faintly seen that they were inscribed by countless fine spirit pattern formations.

It's just that now, a small crack has appeared on the top of the Yan Dragon Staff, and it is obviously slightly damaged.

However, Lie Feiyang didn't have the heart to look at it at the moment, he turned over his hand and put the Yanlong Staff into the storage bag, and the wound on his left arm was not treated.

He looked at the pile of rubble that had buried Zhang Yan from afar, and his eyes were almost bursting with fireworks, shocked and angry.

The senior brother of his dignified Flame Peak, the peak cultivation of the fifteenth layer of the Qi Refining Period, even if he faced the ordinary foundation building period cultivators, he was also victorious, but he couldn't imagine such a tragic battle to take down a young man of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Period.

Even if you forget about it, you have been injured a lot, and your vitality has been greatly reduced.

There was also a group of Hua Yufeng's disciples watching below, and his lifelong opponent Su Ziye was also watching below, and the more Lie Feiyang thought about it, the more ashamed and angry he became.

"Whew!"

If this person can successfully build a foundation, his strength will definitely be like those demons on the heavenly list!

Su Ziye looked at the injured Lie Feiyang in mid-air, gasped, and thought in shock.

Lie Feiyang's strength, Su Ziye knows it well, if he is against the other party, he is not confident that the other party can be injured.

"Buzz!"

Fierce Feiyang's anger was unquellable, and in an instant, it was a pinch, and the crimson pagoda that was sacrificed in mid-air, the red light was in full bloom, dripping and flying.

With a bang, the pagoda was swept away by the lightning of the Flying Envoy and smashed towards the pile of rubble that had buried Zhang Yan.

"Boom ......"

The sound of a landslide and a cracked ground suddenly exploded in the canyon at the edge of the Burning Heart Valley, piling up into a pile of barren mountain rubble, like a smashing and exploding wave, smashed by the pagoda and splashed everywhere.

"Huh!"

The crimson pagoda swept back, the barren mountain rubble pile exploded, and a figure flew up from the stone pile.

At this moment, Zhang Yan's clothes were broken, his hair was messy, his right hand was drooping, his head and chest were bleeding.

In his left hand, Zhang Yan held an umbrella, the surface of which was stained with blood and was broken miserably.

"Wow......"

Reluctantly, the sword was volleyed in the air, Zhang Yan's body shook slightly, as if he finally couldn't help it, and spit out a mouthful of blood again, and his originally bloodless face became even whiter.

Zhang Yan's head was hung with color, blood stains remained on his face, and after stumbling for a while, he stopped, raised his head, and glanced at Lie Feiyang in mid-air and Su Ziye and others below.

A sense of sadness and slaughter permeated his whole body.