Chapter 826 The power of one breath

"Zhao Wenguang, I'm just taking a nap. Come back to me!"

The sudden cold drink drew everyone's attention instantly.

What, Chen Yang...

He...he stood up? !

Suddenly, everyone was completely confused and their minds went blank.

Everyone thought Chen Yang was dead, but now he actually came back to life.

Resurrection from the dead.

Although I often hear people say this, no one has actually experienced it.

But now, everyone has really seen the resurrection from the dead.

"You brat, you... you're not dead!?"

Xuanjizi looked excited and stepped forward to hold Chen Yang's shoulders, sweeping away the sadness in her heart just now.

But when he looked at the energetic Chen Yang, he was extremely confused.

The Xueyang Sword inserted into Chen Yang's chest had been pulled out and held in his hand.

Xuanjizi couldn't help but pull open Chen Yang's clothes.

I saw no scars on Chen Yang's chest.

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

Xuanjizi's eyes widened, and when she looked carefully, she saw that Chen Yang's clothes were still stained with blood.

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

Could it be that all the injuries were healed at this moment?

"Old Li, you get off the ring first, I'm eager to beat Zhao Wenguang."

Hao Lan's remaining strength can only last for one stick of incense, and Chen Yang has no time to chat with Lao Li here.

Li Yiliang rolled his eyes and without saying anything else, he jumped down and got off the ring.

The rest of the people also got off the ring one after another.

All the eyes of the audience were focused on Chen Yang.

Everyone has switched between states of confusion, shock, and sobriety so many times. Looking at Chen Yang standing there, they don't know what will happen next moment.

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

"You're not dead?!"

Zhao Wenguang narrowed his eyes, full of doubts.

He moved and instantly appeared on the ring, standing opposite Chen Yang.

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

He killed Chen Yang with his own hands and strangled Chen Yang to pieces.

Zhao Wenguang said coldly: "Boy, you can still escape by pretending to be dead. I didn't expect you to stand up on your own. This time, I will kill you with my own hands."

"That's a lot of nonsense, but it doesn't matter, you'll shut up soon."

A playful smile appeared on Chen Yang's lips, he turned to look at Lin Xiao and said, "Uncle, please call me again to start."

"……good."

A wry smile appeared on Lin Xiao's face. He was really worried. He called to start, and Chen Yang lay down again.

He took a deep breath and shouted: "Start, start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone tensed up.

Chen Yang, wouldn't he stab himself again?

Fortunately, this scene did not happen.

"drink!"

Along with Zhao Wenguang's roar, violent zhenqi fluctuations came from the ring. An irresistible momentum made the ancient warriors below the Baoyuan realm tremble in their legs and feel inexplicable fear in their hearts.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world changed color.

An invisible cyclone condensed around Zhao Wenguang's body.

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

This shows how powerful his true energy is.

This is the innate middle stage.

It’s not that Baoyuan Realm can be compared.

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

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

"Die!"

Zhao Wenguang shouted angrily and punched out.

The shadow of the fist condensed with true energy was as big as a human head, and it struck Chen Yang's chest with unparalleled power.

I am afraid that only a few people in the entire ancient martial arts world can receive this punch.

Now, what would Chen Yang do when faced with this punch?

His suicide just now was false, but this time...

He was just afraid that he would really die under Zhao Wenguang's fist.

The fist shadow moved fiercely, and in an instant it was in front of Chen Yang, less than half a meter away.

At this moment, Chen Yang exhaled lightly.

call.

An invisible breath came from his mouth.

This breath collided with the fist shadow.

Boom.

There was a loud noise and violent winds blew in all directions.

Chen Yang stood there, motionless, his robes flowing, majestic.

It wasn't until the strong wind dissipated and everyone looked at the calm arena that they came to their senses. Zhao Wenguang's violent fist shadow was blown away by Chen Yang's breath.

Chen Yang's breath blocked a punch from the mid-level Xiantian.

this is too scary!

"I thought you were so powerful that you couldn't even hold my breath."

Chen Yang curled his lips, showed an indifferent smile on his face, and walked towards Zhao Wenguang.

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

Zhao Wenguang was stunned. Although he did not use all his strength in the punch just now, it had no effect at all against a Yuan Baojing.

He also discovered that Chen Yang, who was still trembling just now, had recovered all his energy and energy after taking a nap.

Moreover, although Chen Yang did not release a powerful aura, it gave him a sense of danger and made him feel irresistible.

"This kid can't be left alive!"

Zhao Wenguang became more and more afraid of Chen Yang.

A black light flashed.

The black light broken sword that he had put away was taken out again.

He didn't dare to be careless anymore. He wanted to use the sword in his hand to quickly resolve the battle.

"Use my sword against me, haha!"

Chen Yang laughed disdainfully and walked towards Zhao Wenguang unhurriedly.

He was terrifyingly calm, and this invisible aura brought great pressure to people.

"Chen Yang, don't be so arrogant, I'll take your life!"

Zhao Wenguang shouted violently and his body began to tremble violently.

I saw his meridians pulsating, as if countless amounts of true energy were surging in them, and then all poured into his hands.

"Heaven-Splitting Slash!"

brush.

The black light broke the sword, and the sword fell.

There is a big difference between using this sword in the middle Xiantian stage and Baoyuan stage.

A sword-shaped sword energy more than ten meters wide struck down from top to bottom, covering most of the arena.

The black sword energy was like a dark cloud, with lightning and thunder hidden in it.

Even people dozens of meters away felt the overbearing power.

If the lethality of Zhao Wenguang's fist shadow just now was one, then the lethality of the black light sword energy was one hundred.

Even Lin Xiao, Xuanjizi, Gu Hong, and Huang Jinsheng did not dare to take this sword forcefully.

When the sword energy fell, Chen Yang kept his unhurried pace, as if he didn't see the danger coming.

Is he crazy?

next moment.

Boom.

The black light sword energy fell hard on the ring, submerging Chen Yang's figure.

It was unknown how deep the sword energy penetrated into the ground. For a moment, shattered stones flew in all directions, and dust rose into the sky, covering the half of the arena where Chen Yang was standing, making it difficult to see clearly.

Chen Yang, dead or alive?