"Bang!"

Almost at the moment when the purple dragon conjured up a huge purple lightning, the huge purple lightning emitted by Ziyan suddenly collided with it, and at the moment of impact, the earth-shattering explosion made people's hearts tremble. Under the earth-shattering sound of explosions, a powerful shock wave echoed in all directions. Like purple ripples.

However, these ripples may seem extremely dull, but if the rest of the monks feel them, it is not difficult to feel that there are bursts of strong resistance, like impacts, with strong destructive power.

And in this sky, under the gaze of the Holy Maiden, Meng Xue and others, these two huge purple lightning bolts suddenly shattered under the echo of this explosive sound. And when the ripples were raised, in the high sky, the flowing clouds that had originally turned into whirlpools seemed to have received a strong impact at this moment, splashing out in all directions.

Almost at the same time, the moment these two huge purple lightning bolts disappeared, those lightning bolts that had been flashing around these purple lightning bolts also dissipated out of thin air at this moment. But it is worth mentioning that under the impact of this strong force, Zilong's expression, with a solemn expression, was swept away by this shock wave, and the direct impact was swept away, until a few miles away, before he barely stabilized his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

In the distance, Zilong's expression was unwilling, and he looked at Zi Yan opposite, with a kind of anger in his heart. This anger manifested itself in the resentment that emanated from around its body. Even if it is the same Zhuang Yuan technique and the same cultivation class, he is not Ziyan's opponent. At this moment, he suddenly understood that he could not defeat the battle with Ziyan! This is an unchanging fact.

"I still can't defeat you, even if it's the same Zhuangyuan technique. But the power of cultivation sent out is still no match for you. ”

Zilong's words seemed very bland, but it was precisely in this very bland words that he contained all the unwillingness in his heart.

Facing Zilong's words, Zi Yan suddenly stepped forward, and the force of the previous two impacts together was not without harm to him, but it was not too much. It was just a feeling of numbness in his palm, but his expression did not show it, but with indifference and coldness. Looking at the place where the purple dragon was, the moment his footsteps fell, his void trembled, with the soles of his feet as the center, and there was a fluctuation of power, echoing like a wave.

Zi Yan's voice was flat but powerful: "I said before, even if it is the art of Zhuangyuan, even if it is the same class. The power of cultivation you have sent out is still not comparable to mine. So you've always been there, and you can't do it!"

Zi Yan's words fell, and his body suddenly burst out with a purple aura, which turned into a purple pillar of light. It was like a purple sword, with bursts of cold light, and at this time, around Zi Yan's body, it was shuttling rapidly. This cultivation is the appearance of the breath. It means that he will not let go of Zilong at all. Therefore, the moment this cultivation aura suddenly appeared, his footsteps stepped forward again, and the sound seemed to condense the power of the firmament. He said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't have imprisoned me for thousands of years. You should not have tortured me in all sorts of ways while I was imprisoned. I entered the village at the same time as you, and I usually treat you like my own brother, even if outsiders call me the god of war, but in front of you, I have never had the frame of the god of war!

When Zi Yan's words were spoken, the moment his voice echoed, the void seemed to be impacted by this sound, causing cracks to appear in the void, and even in this crack, there were fluctuations. In this voice, there is endless hatred, that indelible hatred. And while this voice was still echoing, Zi Yan's body burst out again with a purple aura of cultivation, which rose from the soles of his feet, and the moment it appeared, it turned into a purple light, and then became a purple sword, with a cold light, around his body, shuttling rapidly.

In the distance, when Meng Xue, the Holy Maiden and others saw this scene, they couldn't help but gasp. Especially when she saw the two purple swords with cold light shuttling around Zi Yan's body at this time, the holy woman muttered: "It seems that Zi Yan's hatred at this time has reached an extreme. Even though there is a certain distance from Zi Yan, the holy woman can still feel the resentment coming from Zi Yan in this void. This resentment, even after she felt it, she felt a tremor in her heart.

Hearing this, Long Yinyue smiled indifferently, with his character, he would not feel the slightest shock because of the resentment coming from Zi Yan's body, in his world, or in his thoughts, he felt that everything should be taken for granted. Whether it was killing, or peace, or anything, everything seemed normal to him anyway. So he didn't speak, just quietly smiled and looked ahead, as if he was waiting for Ziyan to kill Zilong with a gaze waiting for the show to happen.

I have to say that compared with Long Yinyue, Gu Xuanzi is indeed a contrast with him. Any change in a small thing will arouse Gu Xuanzi's curiosity. And the appearance of strong force will shock him even more. Not to mention that the powerful power oozing from Zi Yan's body at this time still carried a kind of resentment that people couldn't help but be shocked by when they felt it. So when the saint's words fell, he looked solemn and said, "It seems that Zi Yan's next blow will definitely make Zi Long ...... Pieces. ”

The rest of the people didn't continue to speak, they focused their eyes on Zi Yan one by one, and this time under the condensation, they immediately saw that Zi Yan took another step, and after this step, as before, in the tremor of his void, with the soles of his feet as the center, there were fluctuations in the strength of the power that spread out to all sides. There was also a purple aura, which rose up again, turning into a purple sword, with a cold light, shuttling around his body again.

But the difference is that after this step, Zi Yan's body, the distance between Zi Yan's body and Zi Long, directly shortened for several miles. Although it was a distance of several miles, Zi Yan was only an easy step. It is conceivable that Zi Yan's cultivation is also the best among this group of people.

But at this time, Zi Yan took another step, the distance of this step was not too long, but at this time, after the footsteps fell, in the tremor of its void, it was not a purple cultivation breath that rose, but two cultivation breaths that rose impressively, and at the same time that this purple breath rose, and the purple swords that shuttled around Zi Yan's body, at this moment, they actually became more raging, and the cold light that seeped out made people feel it, and there was a sense of trembling in their hearts.

Meng Xue seemed to have discovered something, she frowned slightly, when she looked at Zi Yan at this moment, she didn't see Zi Yan continue to walk forward, so a thought flashed quickly in her mind, but for her, this idea could not be completely confirmed at this moment, so she said with a suspicious tone: "Zi Yan fell step by step, and when each step fell, there was a burst of cultivation aura rising from the soles of his feet, and then turned into a purple sword, shuttling around his body. But after this fourth step fell, in the tremor of this void, there were two purple breaths oozing from the soles of his feet. At the same time, at the moment when these two purple breaths turned into sharp swords, those shuttling swords instantly became raging...... It's like being called. Could it be that Zi Yan is deliberately activating a supernatural technique at this moment?"

The saint frowned, being reminded by Meng Xue like this, she seemed to have noticed something abnormal. "It's a little strange. Could it be that he is activating a supernatural technique that belongs to their village?"

Hearing this, Meng Xue shook her head, indicating that she didn't know what to do now.

"I still can't get past you. You have learned these five elements of swordsmanship in Zhuangyuan...... But I still can't understand it. ”

And at this time, Zilong's words made Demengxue and the holy maiden seem to suddenly realize, and their eyes showed an incredible color. (To be continued......)