Overlord of the Nine Domains

Chapter 57
"Are you praising yourself, or are you praising me and Chen Yang?" Feng Ningshang glanced at Xin Zongfeng coldly, and an embarrassing smile suddenly appeared on Xin Zongfeng's face.

"Don't talk, don't you notice that there are a few senior sisters looking at me? Let me play for a while."

……

In a blink of an eye, Emperor Duanmu had stepped onto the challenge platform.

All eyes were on the challenge platform, obviously, they were looking forward to this battle.

The better Chen Yang performed, the greater the shock to people.

People are very willing to witness the birth of a genius monster.

Emperor Duanmu looked gentle, but no one dared to underestimate him. Holding a folding fan in his hand, he stood on the challenge platform, ten meters away from Chen Yang.

"Wow!"

Duanmuhuang's folding fan slowly opened, a strong wind cut through the space and blasted towards Chen Yang, the challenge platform shook with his movement.

Chen Yang didn't dodge, and the mask qi formula was activated, forming a layer of shield on his body surface, which easily destroyed the wind power.

Now that Chen Yang has cultivated the Mask Qi Jue to the peak of Xiaocheng, it won't be long before he can practice to Zhongcheng.

"Chen Yang, I know that you are very strong and talented, but don't you think you are a little arrogant? How confident is a freshman who dares to challenge the top ten inner palace disciples?"

"Crazy or not, we'll know after the competition." Chen Yang said.

"You look down on me too much. Do you think you can beat me?" Emperor Duanmu was very upset. Chen Yang challenged him because he despised him. Of course, he asked for it. Originally, Chen Yang wanted to challenge the fifth place.

"If I think I can't beat you, why challenge you? Aren't warriors supposed to be brave enough to climb the ladder? Keep challenging yourself and making progress, and only then can you become a strong man. If you don't even have the courage to challenge, I think this person will live forever." After all, your achievements are limited.”

"Well said, keep climbing and keep improving. However, you chose the wrong person today, you shouldn't challenge me, because you are destined to lose in my hands, and it's a fiasco, and you may even be abolished by then, In the future, you may never have a chance to do martial arts. Do it now, I will show you the gap between you and me, otherwise, you will never know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is, like a frog at the bottom of a well, looking up A square inch of sky, thought it was the whole world."

After all, Emperor Duanmu's folding fan shook lightly a few times, and Chen Yang felt a powerful force move, not daring to underestimate the enemy, his folding fan was at least a ninth-rank true martial arts.

Chen Yang also knew that Emperor Duanmu was able to rank eighth because he must have some skills and must be handled carefully, and he had murderous intentions for himself, and if he was a little careless, it was exactly as he said, and he would have no chance with martial arts in the future.

Of course, Chen Yang, the son of Emperor Tianyun, does not blame him. If he wants to climb to a high position, he must be ruthless and maintain his image at all times. Being able to grow up in the emperor's palace naturally has his unique temperament.

Otherwise, he would not be alive now.

Holding the Fenglei sword, Chen Yang injected vitality into it, and the three inscription patterns on the sword were activated.

He has a lot of high-grade real martial arts in his hands, but they are not as handy as Chen Yang, so he still uses the Fenglei Sword now.

"Is the first freshman so poor? If you need real martial arts swords, I can give you some."

Emperor Duanmu smiled.

"Chen Yang, this is my thirteenth grade sword, I will lend it to you."

Huansha'er in the audience pulled out the emerald green sword from his hand, Chen Yang shook his head, "You don't need the power of real martial arts at all to defeat him."

"Insanity!"

Emperor Duanmu gave a loud shout.

The Fenglei Sword in Chen Yang's hand became even heavier at this time.

Waves of thunder force circulated around Jian's body, and beams of sword light surrounded Chen Yang, as if they were integrated with him.

"His realm should be higher than the unity of human and sword."

Emperor Duanmu knew that Chen Yang's mental power was strong, his face changed color at this time, and he poured the vitality in his hand into the folding fan.

Hanshan's single-fishing folding fan is a ninth-grade true martial arts, which is six levels higher than the Fenglei sword.

Nine inscription patterns were instantly activated, three wind inscription patterns, two force inscription patterns, two air inscription patterns, and two frost inscription patterns.

Among the real weapons, the more the inscription patterns can assist each other, the greater the power will be.

The four inscription patterns in the Hanshan Solitary Fishing Folding Fan all complement each other, so among the ninth-rank true martial arts, it can be regarded as the first-class true martial arts.

After activating the Nine Dao Inscription Patterns, the weight of the folding fan reached a full [-] jin, which was extremely heavy. When the folding fan was swung, the gale wind generated caused pain to the skin.

Duanmuhuang was holding a folding fan in one hand, and a biting cold air burst out from his body. Within five meters of his body as the center, everything was covered with a layer of white fog and frost, and the temperature in the entire space dropped rapidly.

It seems that there is no movement, but no one knows that Emperor Duanmu has already begun to prepare for battle.

"Emperor Duanmu's strength is indeed not only the existence of the eighth inner palace disciple, he should be showing the strength he should have now."

Ziling sweated for Chen Yang. If Emperor Duanmu really showed his full strength, his strength should be at least ranked fifth.

Even the elders of the academy narrowed their eyes slightly at this time, "I never thought that Emperor Duanmu's 'Diaoyujiangtai' has already cultivated to the stage of great achievement, and with his strength, he should be able to enter the top five."

Elder Xing smiled.

Elder Lei's expression changed, and Emperor Duanmu was Elder Xing's disciple.

"Humph!"

Elder Lei flicked his sleeve robe.

Elder Xing still said to himself, "Hey, it's a pity for Chen Yang. If Emperor Duanmu hadn't cultivated the 'Diaoyu Jiangtai' to a great success, Chen Yang still had a chance of winning. Now, he has no chance at all. , and even be beaten into cripples.”

Elder Xing said very regretfully.

It looks regretful, but there is a hint of joy in its heart.

"Also, I believe that with the strength of Emperor Duanmu, Chen Yang will not be given another chance to challenge. If he hits a palm, it is very likely that Chen Yang will be crippled."

……

Chen Yang felt a lot of pressure on Emperor Duanmu, and smiled wryly in his heart. Originally, he wanted to enter the top ten, but Emperor Duanmu insisted on provocation, and he was just provocative. He also hid his strength. It seems that Chen Yang wanted to keep a low profile. Can't keep a low profile.

To be honest, Chen Yang did not expect that he was challenging a strong man like Duanmu Huang.

But since he is on the platform, no matter how strong his opponent is, he must fight on.

"Snapped!"

The folding fan opened, and Emperor Duanmu roared loudly, the sound was like a bell, deafening, and turned into a hurricane rushing towards Chen Yang, his legs kept stepping on the ground, the speed was very fast, his figure turned into a black line, and he reached Chen Yang in an instant forward.

The folding fan opened again and slashed towards Chen Yang, the folding fan was somewhat sharp.

A gust of cold air hit his face, Chen Yang raised his head, and saw that the folding fan was like the edge of a sword, like a sword slashing towards him.

You must know that the sharpness of the folding fan is no less than that of a sixth-grade real martial arts sword. If it is struck, Chen Yang will be split in half directly.

Chen Yang didn't dare to meet him head-on, his legs were slightly bent, his feet were as if oiled, he slipped two meters in an instant, and came behind Duanmu Emperor with a flicker.

Take the initiative to attack, the wind and thunder sword is on, and the thunder is buzzing.

"Ha ha!"

Duanmu Huang laughed loudly, turned around and opened his folding fan, forming a huge barrier in front of him.

The barrier completely protected his body and did not give Chen Yang any openings at all.

Xin Zongfeng and Feng Ningshang held their breath at this moment. If they challenged Emperor Duanmu, they might be defeated by Emperor Duanmu in less than five moves.

After all, Emperor Duanmu was too powerful.

Looking at the barrier in front of him, Chen Yang didn't even think about how to find other attack locations, but fought hard.

Holding the Fenglei sword, he mobilized all the strength in his body and hit it with a single blow.

"Oh!"

The power of the Fenglei Sword is very strong. As soon as it touched the barrier, Chen Yang felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword, making his arm numb.

Fortunately, he had practiced the Mask Qi Jue. Although his arm was numb, it was still within his tolerance.

"What a powerful force."

Chen Yang sighed, his sword couldn't penetrate the barrier at all.

Concentrating on his body, Chen Yang circulated the mask Qi Jue for a week, and the pain in his arm was relieved.

Chen Yang slammed his sword, feeling uncomfortable, and Emperor Duanmu also felt uncomfortable, his face was a bit ugly, but he still forced a smile, "You are really strong, if you practice for another year, I can be sure, I will definitely Not your opponent, and will be defeated by you, but with your current cultivation, it is very difficult to be my opponent."

Chen Yang knew the great power of Duanmuhuang's folding fan, so he didn't dare to fight him.

"Fishing in the cold river alone!"

Duanmu Huang was full of energy, wanting to defeat Chen Yang within a short time, so he displayed his most powerful martial arts.

Holding the fan in both hands, he blasted towards Chen Yang with the momentum of sweeping away thousands of troops.

After all, Emperor Duanmu's cultivation is very strong, a folding fan that weighs a thousand catties is like nothing in his hands, and a small folding fan can also develop an aura of opening and closing, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

The 29-stroke offensive, wave after wave, kept getting stronger, sealing off all the space around Chen Yang.

The powerful air wave made a loud bang.

Everyone in the challenge stage was sweating for Chen Yang. If he was hit by a folding fan, his body would be split into two pieces immediately.

"How many more moves do you think Chen Yang can hold on to? I think at most five moves, he will definitely lose, and now he is in a mess." Emperor Tianyun said to Huansha'er beside him, with a bit of a smile on his face sneer.

Huansha'er's face was always indifferent, "So what if you lose? It's enough to make people proud of him. Even the tenth person can't catch Duanmu Huang's move? He can sustain so many moves. It is enough to prove that he has the strength to enter the top ten."

Everyone present felt that Chen Yang would be defeated.

No one thought that Emperor Duanmu's hidden strength was so deep.

"I also feel that I should be proud of him, but he also makes me feel sorry for him. If such a good talent falls like this, it will be a great loss to the Tianwu Empire. If he does not die, Chen Yang will definitely die in Tianwu Empire." In the Martial Empire, just like his grandfather, he is famous for thousands of miles."

(End of this chapter)