My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 254 It's Your Turn
【255】next

"Back then, Yang Gaizhi, the Condor Hero, was considered number one. I wonder how much style you have inherited from your ancestors?"

Ye Xuan raised his hand slightly, hooked his fingers, with a look of disdain.

"Insanity!"

Yang Zhantian was filled with murderous intent, and slowly drew out the long sword from behind. The blade was icy blue like a cold abyss, shining with a faint luster.

Speaking of this sword, it also has a great history. Back then, Yang Guo's black iron epee was split into two and turned into a dragon-slaying sword and a long sword relying on the sky.

This sword is the Yitian Sword. It first became the treasure of the Emei Sect in the hands of the heroine Guo Xiang, and then it was in the hands of Princess Zhao Min of the Great Yuan Dynasty. After several transfers, it finally returned to Yang Zhantian's hands. The original owner.

Ding!
At this moment, the Yitian sword kept screaming, as if cheering for meeting a strong enemy.

At this time, Grouper also slowly walked over. He practiced the secret technique of the Diancang School, the Yin-Yang Deceitful Technique, but unfortunately he only learned the Yin-Yang Deceitful Art. It turned into silver, still exuding luster, and the body instantly swelled up, revealing muscles as hard as iron.

"Ye Jiuxuan, don't be too rampant!"

The grouper's lips did not move, but the voice seemed to come from the sky, with the power of thunder, it exploded.

His whole body was like a little sun, baking the hall, causing the temperature in the hall to rise by more than ten degrees in an instant.

In the late autumn weather, everyone was sweating profusely.

Is this the power of a warrior?
Everyone retreated in horror one by one, and shrank to the side, leaving a large open space.

When gods fight, mortals suffer!They are afraid of implicating the innocent.

"Ye Jiuxuan, look at the trick."

While speaking, the grouper suddenly stepped on it, and with a bang, the milky white tiles under his feet cracked instantly, and a spider web-like crack appeared around him.

In the next second, he had already soared into the air and rushed towards Ye Xuan.

At the same time, Yang Zhantian also moved. He exerted a little force on his toes, and his whole body floated up like a feather.

The Ancient Tomb Sect gradually grew up with lightness skills, and used swordsmanship to run across the rivers and lakes. Yang Zhantian's figure is more elegant than that of grouper, and his long sword is like a goddess scattered flowers, light and fast.

Everyone in the audience looked at this scene with horrified faces, and a deep worry flashed in their eyes.

Especially Yunhushan, although he had seen Xuanzun make a move several times, but seeing the two men approaching so fiercely, he still couldn't help being terrified.

"Prince Duan, Master Nirvana, both of you are famous martial artists, how will you win or lose?"

Master Ji Mie shook his head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and sighed:

"The rivers and lakes are so big, it's really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!"

Hearing this, Yunhushan became even more anxious.

Duan Hongfei interrupted at this moment:

"Patriarch Yun doesn't need to worry. Mr. Ye is third on the Tianjiao list, and Grouper is only No. 17. There is a huge difference in strength between the two. It's just Yang Zhantian, I can't see through it."

Yun Hushan had already seen that Yang Zhantian's elegant body skills were not simple, so he asked: "What is the origin of that Yang Zhantian? He is very powerful?"

"The Zhongnan Yang family is passed down from Yang Guo, the hero of the Condor. He was known as the Western Madman of the Five Wonders of the Central Plains. , the Quanzhen School of Swordsmanship, the Dog Beating Stick of the Beggar Gang, the Nine Yin Manual, the sword intent of the sword demon Dugu seeking defeat, and honed his martial arts in the turbulent waves, and finally created his own [-]-way ecstasy palm. Eighteen dragon-subduing palms, the unique skill of the Yayu Clan!"

"During the Battle of Song and Mongolia, Hero Yang killed the Khan of the Mongolian army among thousands of horses, allowing Song to survive for 30 years! Such martial arts should enter the realm of the supreme."

Master Ji Mie sighed leisurely, and seemed extremely worried about Yang Zhantian's sudden arrival.

Hearing that Yang Zhantian had such a big background, his eyes widened and his old face was filled with panic, but he could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

"Yang Zhantian's kung fu is inherited from the hero Yang Guo. 30 years ago, he was the No. 13 master of the Tianjiao list. Now 30 years have passed. He has devoted himself to martial arts and has never made a move in the arena. I don't know how terrifying his strength has reached."

"Facing the combination of the two masters, I'm afraid Mr. Ye will be in trouble this time."

Master Nirvana's voice was low, and his eyes were fixed on the scene.

Everyone else became worried. Tang Qingya and Cheng Yue seemed to see hope and looked at the field with concern!

"Even if you are Mr. Ye, you are not invincible."

"Yes, when you are dead, even if you have great power in life, you will be nothing more than a corpse!"

The eyes of the two were eager and burning, and they were waiting for the tragic end of Ye Xuanyu's death!
"Two trash."

At this moment, Xuanzun sneered, facing the attack of the two, he did not dodge or dodge, as if he didn't pay attention at all.

At this time, the grouper punched Ye Xuan with an incomparably scorching sun energy, as if it could melt everything.

"It's kind of interesting, but it's not enough to watch."

A sharp light flashed across Xuanzun's eyes, he raised his hand slightly, and stretched out a little finger, that thumb was crystal clear, like a beautiful jade.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed on the little finger, forming a storm of energy, which was continuously compressed, and finally gathered firmly on the fingertip.

An indescribably powerful aura instantly swept through the audience, as if it could destroy heaven and earth, and it was extremely domineering.

"The deity said that you only need one finger to kill you, and it's the little finger!"

Ye Xuan's voice was full of pride and coercion, and the next moment, above his fingertips, it turned into a storm and rushed directly towards the menacing grouper.

The grouper's body was covered with a layer of blazing yang energy, but compared to the golden energy on Ye Xuan's fingertips, it was like an insignificant witch!
If it is really a shining fire, it dares to compete with Haoyue!

The energy on his body was instantly dispersed, and he was completely defeated, while the golden energy was unstoppable and rushed straight towards him.

Noisy!
He could feel the terror of that energy, the smell of burnt hair was already in the air, and the golden energy was like sunspots!
"Damn, how is it possible?"

The grouper was inexplicably terrified. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him, and the blazing yang energy he was so proud of was completely suppressed!

"Ah, no."

The golden energy seemed to be able to devour the common people, and it hit him all at once, and in an instant, he was like a burning man being ignited.

The crimson flames covered his entire body, as if trying to melt the world!
"what!"

The shrill screams shook everyone's eardrums. This was a cry from the depths of the soul. There was a smell of barbecue in the air, which made people sick!
Under the reflection of the crimson flames, Xuanzun stood proudly in the mid-air, his jet-black long hair fluttering in a mess, and thick flames flickered in his pupils, his whole person was like a god, dominating the common people.

He turned his head to look at Yang Zhantian, and let out a hearty laugh:
"Next, it's your turn!"

(End of this chapter)