Chapter 1287, surging flames
"what!"
The young man in the blue robe raised his head to the sky and howled loudly, a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, and his breath was weak.
But immediately after, flames surged all over his body, burning blazingly.
"Run away!"
The other three people were so frightened that their souls froze, they turned around and fled. Although they also had the self-confidence to blow themselves up, they were definitely not as decisive as this blue-robed youth.
rumbling...
In the sky, a dark cloud suddenly appeared, lightning and thunder, and wind and rain.
"Hahaha, you all have to die!"
The blue-robed youth raised his head to the sky and roared wildly. His whole body was full of true energy. He unexpectedly forcibly condensed the majestic spiritual energy gathered between the heaven and the earth into a crimson spherical substance several feet high. Then, it exploded loudly and turned into a monstrous flame. Sweeping in all directions, instantly covering the entire mountain forest.
This is the most powerful method for warriors - self-destruction!
The self-explosion is a terrifying attack formed by the martial artist before he died, using all the essence, blood and primordial spirit of his body.
"Do not......"
"Forgive me!"
"I'm not willing!"
…
Countless wailing sounds resounded through the sky, but then, all the sounds stopped abruptly.
In the sea of flames that filled the sky, there was a crackling sound, as if something was broken, and something seemed to be rebuilt.
rumbling...
In the sky, dark clouds rolled, thunder was thunderous, and heavy rain poured down.
"this......."
Looking at the sea of flames in the sky that became smaller and gradually dissipated, Zhou Yan stood there in a daze.
"I... I won?"
"These guys are all dead?"
He was stunned, a little unable to recover.
Originally, he was going to fight desperately, but he didn't expect that the blue-robed youth would choose the most stupid way.
"Huh~"
It took him a long time to take a deep breath, exhale a breath of foul air, and there was a trace of excitement and excitement in his eyes.
This trial made him realize the true meaning of cultivation and obtain a huge improvement.
From now on, he no longer needs to be timid, and he no longer needs to worry about other people's plotting.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, Zhou Yan frowned, and looked up into the distance, where there were two figures rushing towards him.
These are two young girls, seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in green dresses, with beautiful looks, delicate and smooth skin, and beautiful facial features.
Their strength is not weak, and they have all reached the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering Realm.
"It's you?"
Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows and recognized the two. It was Liu Yan'er whom he had seen in the trial ground, and the other was a man in Tsing Yi.
The strength of this man in Tsing Yi is very strong, he has surpassed the Ninth Layer of Body Tempering.
"What? You still dare to kill the senior sister of the same sect?"
Liu Yan'er sneered, her eyes were cold.
At this time, the two of them finally caught up with the battle.
"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, take your life!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes, sneered again and again, and rushed over.
Shhhhhhhh...
In an instant, his palms were flying, and his fingers flicked like swords.
Suddenly, a few fingers pierced through the air, piercing towards Liu Yan'er's delicate body, fierce and domineering.
"How dare!"
The man in Tsing Yi shouted angrily, stepped forward suddenly, and punched out.
Boom!
The void trembled, the air was squeezed, and there was a violent humming.
Hearing a muffled sound of 'poof', Zhou Yan's finger force was shattered by a punch, turning into a stream of light floating in the sky.
"So strong!"
Zhou Yan's face changed slightly, and he was surprised.
The strength of this man in Tsing Yi was much stronger than those of the previous ones.
He could feel that the other party possessed a special bloodline and possessed extremely strong physical strength, even stronger than him.
"Kneel down!"
The man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, stomped his right foot, and shot out like a cannonball, stomping hard on Zhou Yan's chest.
Click!
Zhou Yan flew upside down, his chest sunken, his ribs were broken, and blood spewed out of his mouth.
"Hehe, with your strength, you dare to come to this wilderness. You really are tired of living."
The man in Tsing Yi glanced at Zhou Yan coldly, full of sarcasm.
At this moment, his strength is enough to rival the martial arts at the pinnacle of body tempering, and Zhou Yan, who is only at the ninth level of body tempering, is not worth mentioning in his eyes.
"who are you?"
Zhou Yan wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and said.
"You don't deserve to know!"
The man in Tsing Yi shook his head with a superior attitude.
"Humph!"
Hearing this, Zhou Yan was furious.
He is a dignified disciple of Wu Zun, how has he ever been insulted like this?
The next moment, a dazzling purple-gold brilliance burst out from his body.
"you wanna die!"
The man in Tsing Yi's face changed slightly, he snorted coldly, and kicked Zhou Yan's head.
boom!
Zhou Yan did not retreat but advanced, and punched him.
This punch contained his lifelong resentment and resentment.
boom!
Fists and feet collided, making a dull loud noise.
"Dengdengdeng..."
The body of the man in Tsing Yi trembled violently, and he staggered back three steps. Every time he took a step, a crack appeared on the ground under his feet, showing that his feet carried tremendous strength.
"hiss...."
The man in Tsing Yi took a breath, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes: "Your strength..."
"Hehe, you think I'm a soft persimmon?"
Zhou Yan sneered with serious eyes.
Just now, he deliberately concealed his strength. On the surface, he only had the cultivation base of the ninth level of body quenching, but he used the "Star Devouring Magic Art".
"Hmph, no matter how strong you are, you still won't be my opponent."
The man in Tsing Yi's face was livid, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes.
The potential shown by Zhou Yan made him fearful. If he was allowed to grow up, he would definitely become a serious problem in the future.
"cut!"
With a low shout, he drew his saber out of its sheath, and slashed across the air.
Swish!
The blade was blazing, with a murderous air, pierced through the void, and landed on Zhou Yan's neck.
clang!
The next moment, Zhou Yan stretched out his hand to resist, and blocked the blade light, his body remained motionless.
"Ok?"
The man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows and his pupils shrank.
This sharp blade cuts iron like mud, and is unparalleled in sharpness. Even ordinary weapons can easily cut it off.
However, Zhou Yan couldn't do anything about it?
"This knife..."
Zhou Yan touched the tip of his nose, a little puzzled.
Just now, he blocked the sword light with his left arm, and only felt a tingling pain, but he didn't hurt at all.
"Could it be because my "Star Devouring Magic Art" has reached a perfect level?"
He was a little surprised.
According to the records in ancient books, only the first level of this technique has this effect. With continuous practice, the physical body will become stronger and stronger, just like casted by black iron.
However, this technique has long been lost, and there are only a few numerical records, and he doesn't know much about the specific situation.
"Damn it, there are such treasures protecting you?"
Seeing Zhou Yan standing there intact, Liu Yan'er's pretty face changed slightly, feeling a little jealous in her heart.
"Hey, since you guys have delivered it to your door, don't blame me for being so hot."
Zhou Yan grinned, his eyes were extremely gloomy, and a violent and ferocious aura emerged from his whole body, like an unrivaled demon king.
Wow!
