Chapter 1227, rich crisis

"Haha, your trick is really high. Unfortunately, I don't like your trick."

Zhou Yan shook his head and smiled.

"Oh?" Wang Teng was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, "It's wishful thinking for you to try to negotiate terms with me. If that's the case, then I can only send you to drink tea with Lord Hades."

"Hmph! Do you think you can kill me?" Zhou Yan mocked.

"Not necessarily."

Wang Teng said disdainfully, and then, in a flash, he appeared in front of Zhou Yan. At some point in his hand, he was holding a long sword. The long sword glowed with a faint green light and looked very sharp.

Zhou Yan's eyes shrank suddenly. He didn't expect the opponent to be so powerful. He was a peak powerhouse at the seventh level of innateness, while his opponent was only at the fifth level of innateness.

The difference between the two is too great.

"How is it? Are you convinced?" Wang Teng smiled triumphantly, as if he had already seen that this kid was cut into several pieces by him.

"impossible."

Zhou Yan shook his head. Although his strength is not as good as the person in front of him, he is not far behind. Moreover, he also possesses the strength of the innate ninth-level realm, so it is absolutely impossible for him to lose to this trash.

"Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you."

Holding the long sword in his hand, Wang Teng stabbed at Zhou Yan's neck.

Zhou Yan's face changed slightly, he felt a strong danger.

"Boom~~"

The aura in Zhou Yan's body exploded instantly, and he concentrated all the energy in his body on his right fist. He clenched his fists tightly and struck Wang Teng's long sword with one fist.

A huge force struck, and the long sword in Wang Teng's hand flew away.

"Pfft."

Wang Teng spat out blood, and his body was shaken back dozens of steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

"What a terrifying power, this kid's strength is terrifying."

Wang Teng was horrified, he completely underestimated Zhou Yan's power. He originally thought that Zhou Yan was just an eighth-level innate warrior, but he was so powerful that he was not even inferior to him.

"Your cultivation is stronger than I imagined, no wonder you dare to challenge me." Wang Teng sneered.

Zhou Yan had no expression on his face. He looked at the long sword on the ground and said in his heart: "It seems that we have to use spiritual weapons to deal with this kid."

Thinking of this, Zhou Yan turned his wrist, and a pitch-black dagger appeared in his hand, which exuded an icy cold glow.

"Whoosh."

Zhou Yan moved quickly, holding a pitch-black dagger, and stabbed at Wang Teng. On the dagger, there was a cold murderous look.

"What a terrifying speed, he is actually a martial artist."

Wang Teng's face changed drastically. He felt a fatal threat. If he was attacked, he would definitely die.

"Hmph, boy, your time of death has come." Wang Teng roared, clenched his long sword with both hands, and slashed towards Zhou Yan.

"Dang~dang~"

There was a crisp sound, and the dagger collided with the black iron dagger, and the two daggers were ejected, drawing an arc in the air, and falling at Wang Teng's feet.

"What? How did this happen?"

Wang Teng's face changed drastically, he couldn't figure it out at all. This kid's strength is obviously far superior to him, why can't he even take advantage of it?

"Boy, I advise you to be obedient and get caught. Otherwise, I don't mind letting you taste the power of my dagger." Wang Teng said with a sinister smile.

"Then try it." Zhou Yan sneered.

The two fought again, Zhou Yan still didn't have the advantage, but relying on his super strength, he forcibly suppressed Wang Teng.

"What's the matter? This guy can still resist my attack? How strong is he? Could it be that he has reached the eighth level of congenital?" Wang Teng's face was gloomy, and he secretly guessed in his heart.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and Wang Teng staggered back, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"What? I can't do it anymore? I advise you to surrender as soon as possible. Maybe, when I feel better, I will let you go." Wang Teng sneered.

"Hehe, even if I die, I will never surrender to you." Zhou Yan shook his head firmly.

"Okay, okay, you have backbone, today I will see how long you can last."

Wang Teng narrowed his eyes, stretched out his palm, and added a pill in his hand. He directly threw it into his mouth, swallowed it, and immediately, violent aura surged from his body.

"Innate Nine Layers!?"

Wang Teng's complexion changed drastically, and he finally saw clearly that Zhou Yan's real cultivation at this moment was actually at the ninth level of congenital. He didn't expect this kid to hide so deeply. It seems that it is not easy to take his life easily today.

"Boy, it's still too late to admit defeat." Wang Teng said coldly.

"Don't think about it."

Zhou Yan shook his head. He knew that if he surrendered at this moment, there would only be a dead end.

"Boy, don't toast and refuse to eat fine wine." Wang Teng's eyes were dark.

"I just like fine wine, how about it? You want to kill me? Just do it."

Zhou Yan said disdainfully.

"Okay, if that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude." Wang Teng shouted, waving his palm, and a black spear appeared in his hand.

"Black Wind Gun!"

Wang Teng shouted, and the black spear suddenly turned into thousands of black afterimages, attacking Zhou Yan.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yan's face changed slightly, and he swung the black long sword in his hand, and displayed a sword technique to fight against the black wind gun. His swordsmanship was not superb and had many flaws, but it contained extremely strong power, which increased Zhou Yan's defense a lot.

"Bang bang bang."

The battle between the two was extremely fierce, and the entire pavilion shook. Zhou Yan kept making moves to remove the power of the Black Wind Spear. But his swordsmanship is getting weaker and weaker, it seems that he can't hold it anymore.

"Puff!"

Finally, the power of the Black Wind Gun completely disappeared. Zhou Yan vomited blood, the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and his body was shaking continuously, obviously the injury was serious.

"Boy, let's see where you are going!"

Wang Teng sneered, and his figure quickly swept away. His dagger protruded from the void and stabbed towards Zhou Yan's chest.

"Shua!"

Zhou Yan reacted quickly and dodged immediately.

"boom!"

The dagger pierced through his clothes, leaving a hideous wound. Bright red blood flowed down, staining the ground red.

"hiss......"

Wang Teng took a breath, he never expected that this kid would be so difficult to deal with.

"Boy, your strength is indeed very strong, but under absolute strength, you are still my defeat. Your strength is still not enough to compete with me."

Zhou Yan sneered, his figure moved, and the dagger in his hand stabbed out again.

Zhou Yan was in a dangerous situation, Zhou Yan did not dare to neglect, and immediately displayed a set of messy swordsmanship in an attempt to block Zhou Yan's attack.

"jingle jingle!"

The attacks of the two collided, making a metal-like crashing sound. Zhou Yan is indeed a genius with excellent talent. Although his swordsmanship is slightly inferior to that of Wang Teng, it is not comparable to Wang Teng.

Wang Teng was forced into a dangerous situation, and a look of anxiety flashed in his eyes.

"Boy, there are three more tricks, and you will be eliminated."