Chapter 235: The fist is "sharp"!

"Immediately! Immediately! Self-destructive repair, kneeling down and tied, I can let you live a little longer, otherwise, I will let you be born after I start!"

During the conversation, Zhang Yun's body, a powerful breath soared violently, swept out, originally strong and tall body, at this time, it was more and more giving people a strong sense of oppression, daunting.

With a word landing, the scene was silent!

Everyone, look at Qi Yan to Qi Qi, in his eyes, all kinds of complex expressions flashed, the most of them are drama and bloody!

Ling Tianzong ... seems to be fighting!

Although Huoxuanzong and Xueyuege disciples were present, they were very happy to see Ling Tianzong fighting himself. Whether it was fighting for treasures or fighting among the three gates, it was undoubtedly a good thing.

However, when they saw Chu Yan alone, with a single sword, they seemed to be prepared to fight the remaining 20 or more with one person.

Under this kind of power comparison, don't guess, Chu Yan's fall is only a matter of time, and it can't cause too much damage to Ling Tianzong's team led by Zhang Yun.

This ... it's a pity!

Therefore, in the end, this internal battle of Ling Tianzong should be an episode before the start of a war in the eyes of the remaining Huo Xuanzong and Xueyuege disciples, and nothing more.

At this point, the focus of everyone's attention, the man in the black robe was moved.

After hearing Zhang Yun's words, Chu Yan smiled indifferently, raised his feet, and walked slowly towards Zhang Yun.

Seeing this scene, his body was burly, and Zhang Yun, who was rough as a monster, opened his mouth wide and smiled.

In his opinion, as long as Chu Yan didn't run away, the rest would be easy to handle. Don't say that there are more than twenty elite disciples on his side, and he will use his own cultivation of the apex of the Eighth Heaven to beheaded for a few days. Former disciple Chu Yan, how much more difficult than killing a chicken?

What he couldn't understand was why his elder brother Morey, for his sake, even offered three innate spiritual treasures. Is this necessary?

Between the thoughts, Zhang Yun's face became more and more arrogant, with contempt and disdain looking at Chu Yan who came step by step.

Although his cultivation was at the bottom of the "Inner Gate Four Heroes", within the entire Ling Tianzong, under the Nine Heavens of Heaven, he never encountered an opponent, claiming to be invincible at the same level.

An opponent of the same level as an ordinary innate player, he can almost crush it.

Soon, Chu Yan came to Zhang Yun's body, sneer, eyes like ice, a contemptuous smile, and slowly spoke.

"moron!"

Chu Yan's two words landed, and everyone was confused at the same time.

Originally watching the nearly a hundred scenes of drama abuse of Chu Yan, at this moment, after a sudden stun, they all changed rapidly.

When they looked at Chu Yan again, they all had the same meaning in their eyes, just like ... looking at a fool!

If this young boy in black robes not only did not fear and escape when confronting more than 20 disciples of Ling Tianzong's inner gates, but instead uttered provocative behavior, not because he was a fool himself, it might be another reason.

This man ... is a lunatic!

After everyone heard Chu Yan's words of provocation, Qi Yun's eyes turned to Zhang Yun.

In their eyes, at this time, Zhang Yun was flushed, his eyebrows were shaking, the horizontal meat on his face continued to tremble, and the strong chest muscles were violently undulating, indicating that Zhang Yun was on the verge of anger and explosion.

In Zhang Yun's heart, a group of flames had burst in time, like a volcanic eruption, and the raging anger had made him angry.

"Chu Yan, you ... look for death!"

With a roar, Zhang Yun raised his huge fist, and suddenly punched out.

This fist, while Zhang Yun raised his fist, centered on his body, within ten steps of the circle, the wind rose suddenly, and all the air was flowing towards his fist at the same time, as if sucked by the huge gravity, as if Zhang Yun's fist turned into the eye of the storm, devouring and condensing all the wind.

boom!

When Zhang Yun's fist shrank to the extreme and smashed out, a punch that was compressed to the limit turned into a huge black fist print, with the noise of the sky, bursting out towards Chu Yan.

Get together! ?

Among the more than a hundred people present, several of them suddenly changed their faces and were shocked.

Zhang Yun's fist seemed to be random. In fact, it was not a trivial matter. It turned out to be the use of the "potential" in the artistic conception of boxing, with one punch blown out, with a hint of the power of heaven and earth, as if it could destroy everything.

In addition, Zhang Yun's use of boxing "potential" has obviously reached the realm of innocence, and is ready to go without any preparation.

Realm of Boxing! ?

This fist exploded in front of her eyes, Chu Yan's pupils shrank, her eyes narrowed slightly. Unexpectedly, this Zhang Yun actually practiced boxing to the stage of Dacheng, and also realized the "potential" of boxing. His strength is stronger than that of the same-level martial arts. I don't know how many times stronger!

But ... how about that?

Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!

The next moment, around Chu Yan's body, countless sword-like winds rolled out, rushing out, and instantly formed more than a dozen sharp and extreme one-man high tornadoes, countless sword spirits. Among these winds, Han Mang shine.

In the hand, Haotian sword trembled constantly, making the sound of jianjian penetrating through the sky. At the same time, among the hundred people at the scene, all the sword holders in the hands all trembled gently, and at the same time a burst of bright sword whistle sounded.

At this moment, the sharpness of the black robe youth in everyone's eyes continued to rise, and everyone was astounded that his sharp breath seemed to be endless, rising crazy, as if there was no end.

Feng Rui's fierce vigor, soared into the sky and shot for nine days, and Chu Yan's standing posture seemed to slowly become a peerless sword, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

People and swords in one!

The sword perfection realm of sword perfection!

At this moment, facing the sky full of swords, Chu Yan's eyes slowly closed, just as he closed his eyes, in front of him, behind him, left, right, above his head, several swords A burst of air appeared and began to dance slowly ...

Draw sword style!

Jianling screamed. Under the idea, the speed of the sword reached the extreme, and it was drawn forward as if the moon was broken.

Bright sword style!

A sword flashed, such as the rapids rushing, as if Wanjiang returned to the sea, the sword was dazzling, and the sword was piercing!

Raising sword style!

The long sword dazzled, flying up and down, with the sword in hand, agitating the sky, and taking full advantage of the situation!

Cut sword style!

One sword cuts down ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ There is no block at all, the figure is shuttled, the sword is like a dragon and a cloud, the sword is chaotic, as if the water of the nine days is dumped, the force is as powerful as the waves.

Explosive sword style!

The sword is like a tide, the sword light is reflowed, and the sword gasifies into a red light. The sound of the sword screams, the sword stabs out, and Mars bursts into the sky.

… ..

Several long swords surround Chu Yan, and they continue to wield thunder and thirteen swords ...

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes slowly widened, shock and horror continued to appear on their faces, getting stronger and stronger.

"This ... this is Sword's Great Realm !?"

Everyone flashed such a sentence, but they couldn't believe it. Suddenly, all kinds of complex expressions turned into shock, staring at the black robe boy not far away.

That figure like a sword extinct under the sky!