Chapter 826: The power of 1 breath

"Zhao Wenguang, I'll just sleep, you come back to Lao Tzu!"

The sudden cold drink drew everyone's attention instantly.

What, Chen Yang ...

He ... he stood up? !!

Suddenly, everyone was aggressive, and his mind was blank.

Everyone thought that Chen Yang was dead, and now he came alive.

Come back to life.

Although these words are often heard, no one has ever seen them.

But now, everyone is really coming back to life.

"Boy, you ... you're not dead !?"

Xuan Lingzi showed excitement, came forward and held Chen Yang's shoulder, sweeping the sadness in her heart just now.

But he looked at Chen Yang, who was trembling in spirit, and was very confused.

The blood-yang sword inserted into Chen Yang's chest had been pulled out by him and held in his hand.

Xuan Xunzi could not help but say that she pulled off Chen Yang's clothes.

I saw Chen Yang's chest without any scars.

"How is that possible? I just saw blood coming out."

Xuan Yuanzi's eyes widened, and a closer look showed that Chen Yang's clothes were still stained with blood.

Moreover, the hole pierced by the Blood Yang Sword is still there.

Is the injury all right at this instant?

"Lao Li, you'll step down the stage first, but I'm in a hurry to meet Zhao Wenguang."

Hao Lan's disability can only last for a while, Chen Yang has no time to chat with Lao Li here.

Li Yiliang's eyes rolled, without further comment, and his figure jumped off the ring.

Several other people also stepped off the ring.

The eyes of the audience gathered on Chen Yang's body.

Everyone has changed so many times between aggressive, shocked and sober states. Looking at Chen Yang standing there at this moment, they don't know what will happen next moment.

At this time, Chen Yang spoke: "Zhao Wenguang, do you want to run while I am sleeping?"

"You didn't die ?!"

Zhao Wenguang narrowed his eyes, his eyes were full of doubts.

When he moved, he instantly appeared on the ring, facing Chen Yang.

He glanced at the holes in Chen Yang's clothes, too lazy to think about why Chen Yang could be resurrected. At this moment, he had only one idea.

He killed Chen Yang with his own hands, and strangulated Chen Yang into debris.

Zhao Wenguang said coldly, "Boy, if you pretend to die, you can escape. You didn't expect that you would stand up by yourself. This time, I will kill you myself."

"That's a lot of nonsense, but that's okay, you will soon shut up."

Chen Yang drew a playful smile around his mouth, turned to look at Lin Xiao, and said, "Uncle, please trouble me, let me start again."

"……it is good."

Lin Xiao smiled bitterly on his face. He was really worried. He called to start and Chen Yang lay down again.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Open, start!"

As soon as his voice fell, everyone strained.

Chen Yang, don't hit yourself again.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

"drink!"

Along with Zhao Wenguang's roar, the violent vibes were sent from the platform. An imposing momentum made the ancient warriors below the Yuan Dynasty tremble, and their hearts trembled in fear.

For a time, it seemed that the world was changing color.

An invisible cyclone condensed around Zhao Wenguang's body.

This is the true vitality leaked from his body, naturally formed.

From this we can see how vigorous he is.

This is the middle congenital.

It is not the same as holding Yuan Yuan.

The next moment, Zhao Wenguang moved, attacked Chen Yang.

Cyclones condensed around his body, like a small whirlwind, sweeping towards Chen Yang.

"Dead to me!"

Zhao Wenguang burst into anger and waved his fist.

The fist shadow of true energy condensing is as big as a human head, carrying unparalleled power and banging on Chen Yang's chest.

This punch, the entire ancient martial arts world, I am afraid that only a few people can take it.

Now, when Chen Yang faces this punch, what will he do?

He committed suicide just now, but this time ...

He was afraid to really die under Zhao Wenguang's fist.

The fist shadow went menacing, and immediately arrived in front of Chen Yang, less than half a meter.

Just then, Chen Yang exhaled lightly.

call.

An invisible breath emanated from his mouth.

This breath collided with the fist shadow.

Boom.

There was a loud noise and a violent wind blowing away.

Chen Yang was standing still, his clothes were fluttering and his style was pretentious.

Until the strong wind dissipated, and everyone looked at the peaceful daisies, then they came back to life. Zhao Wenguang's violent fist shadow was breathed out by Chen Yang and he was lost.

Chen Yang's breath resisted a punch in the middle of the innate.

this is too scary!

"I thought you were so good that I couldn't even breathe."

Chen Yang poked his lips, a slight smile on his face, and stepped towards Zhao Wenguang.

"How ... how is that possible ?!"

Zhao Wenguang was stunned. Although he didn't use his full strength in the punch just now, he didn't have any effect in the face of a Yuanyuan.

He also found that Chen Yang, who was still trembling just now, recovered all his energy and qi after a sleep.

Moreover, although Chen Yang did not release a powerful momentum, he felt a sense of danger and made him irresistible.

"This boy, can't keep him alive!"

Zhao Wenguang was increasingly scared of Chen Yang.

A black light flashed.

The black light broken sword that had been put away by him was taken out again by him.

He didn't dare to care, he would use the sword in his hand to quickly resolve the battle.

"Use my sword against me, haha!"

Chen Yang laughed dismissively, still hurried to Zhao Wenguang.

He was terribly calm, and this invisible momentum brought tremendous pressure.

"Chen Yang, don't be crazy, watch me take your fate!"

Zhao Wenguang drank his hand violently, shaking his body violently.

I saw his meridian beating, as if there were countless qi flowing in it, and then all poured into his hands.

"Cracking Sky!"

brush.

Black light broke the sword, a sword fell.

The congenital use of this sword is still very different from Bao Yuan Jing.

A ten-meter-wide sword-like sword gas was split from top to bottom, covering most of the ring platform.

The black sword spirit was like a dark cloud with lightning thunder hidden in it ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Even people who were tens of meters away felt the overbearing power.

If the killing power of Zhao Wenguang's fist shadow was just one, then the killing power of Heiguang Jianqi is one hundred.

Even Lin Xiao, Xuan Xunzi, Gu Hong and Huang Jinsheng did not dare to take the sword.

With the sword down, Chen Yang was still in such a hurry, as if he had not seen the danger coming.

Is he crazy?

next moment.

Bang.

Heiguang Jianqi fell fiercely on the ring, drowned Chen Yang's figure in.

I don't know how deep the sword gas cut into the ground. For a time, the shattered rocks flew around, and the dust from the sky rose up, covering the half of Chen Yang's platform where he stood, unable to see the situation.

Chen Yang, is it dead or alive?