Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 259
A gentle breeze blows in, driving the rich golden spiritual power to fill this space again, and the surrounding area is hazy, with the vicissitudes and atmosphere unique to the Martial God Realm.

On the top of Wuming Mountain, the disciples of Zhan Dao Sect and Qing Lian Sword Sect held their breaths and looked at the two blurred figures in mid-air, swallowing with difficulty.

Powerful and invincible!
They know that the two people in front of them have completely surpassed them and become the existence they can only look up to, and their age is much younger than themselves.

Saint Walker, there are several statues in the west of the three poles, and they are still young people less than 20 years old.

Huhu——

The spiritual power surged, driving a violent storm. Two huge vortexes formed above the heads of the two saints. The endless spiritual power was quickly infused into their bodies. Everyone watched nervously. This scene filled my heart with shock.

"They can absorb the power of heaven and earth so quickly, are they accumulating new tricks?"

"The battle of the Holy Walker, I didn't expect it to develop to such a step. I don't know who can survive?!"

"Worthy of being a Saint Walker, amazing..."

In this world, countless people are whispering.

However, those kind of remarks obviously think that Bei Han is great. After all, Zhan Chonglin is a top figure, and he is still an elderly person. According to common sense, he should crush and defeat Bei Han, but now, he is being defeated by Bei Han. Han dragged evenly and lost an arm. In a sense, he was already at a disadvantage.

On the other side of the mountain, Feng Ling'er also looked at the thin figure anxiously. Although Beihan's performance had already made her feel very surprised, seeing that Zhan Chonglin who was fighting against the sky, her thoughts Still can't relax.

After all, the other party hadn't displayed that set of Blast Sword Jue that shook the ancient and modern times. That set of holy arts was the biggest reliance of Zhanjia and Zhandaomen.

Most of the holy walkers trained by the Zhan family over the years rely on this set of heart formulas to break through their own limits and reach the realm of holy martial arts.

If the martial arts inheritance of the Qinglian Sword Sect hadn't been cut off, it wouldn't have declined.

Not to mention the eighth-rank low-level holy art, even the eighth-level high-level holy art, there are several kinds of them in the Qinglian Sword Sect, and it is said that their sect also has the same powerful emperor art.

The past was extremely glorious, but I don't know why it has declined.

That's why there was such a scene in front of me.

"Beihan, you must win..."

"I will definitely win, beat that brat!"

For thousands of years, the Qinglian Sword Sect has had enough of the opponent's contempt, and now that it is infinitely close to victory, everyone's mood is extremely tense.

It is about survival, rise and fall, and you must win!
……

Above the sky, the scope of the vortex gradually narrowed until it disappeared completely.

Bei Han and Zhan Zhonglin separated in mid-air, facing each other from a distance, with powerful killing intent and fighting intent permeating the world.

"You were the first to cut off one of my arms, but I will make you regret it."

"Take out the true power of your holy martial realm, or you won't have any chance."

Zhan Zhonglin looked at the young man who was much younger than him with a sinister face, and his heart was full of killing intent. This kind of talent has already surpassed him, and it can almost be compared with the core monsters in the family. He, a genius from above, couldn't stand it.

"Nonsense can't beat me, come on!"

Beihan stretched open the blue chaotic soul sand field, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said in a cold voice.

"It will satisfy you!"

Zhan Zhonglin slightly raised the fiery red saber that was held by his side, and with the surging spiritual power of heaven and earth coming together, the endless fire attribute spiritual power completely melted into the saber.

The half-foot-long blade seemed to be covered with flaming dragons, constantly swallowing fire snakes, and the huge power caused the surrounding air to be violently distorted.

"The real power of our Zhan family is to suppress the ultimate profound meaning of your Qinglian Sword Sect for thousands of years."

"Blaster of Wind Knife!"

The last sound came from Zhan Zhonglin who raised his head to the sky and screamed, his chest was filled with great power, his black hair danced wildly, and the roar shook the sky.

Then the flaming long knife that condensed the will of heaven and earth suddenly surged out from Zhan Zhonglin's hand, hovering in front of his ferocious face, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Bei Han.

The inexplicable coercion came, accompanied by the powerful and inexplicable power of heaven and earth, everyone in the field had to withdraw tens of feet to the rear again, in order to adapt to the mighty aura in front of them.

"So strong! Could it be that this is the strongest move of our Zhan Dao Sect, that set of profound meanings that surpasses the seventh-rank holy art."

"The Kuangfeng Dao Jue, the greatest reliance of our Zhan family ancestors to gallop the world. Could it be that this child has mastered it at this age? It's unbelievable..."

"The eighth-rank holy art is very rare in the middle heaven and spirit world, and I have never heard of it in the lower heaven. I don't know how this country bumpkin from the lower realm will deal with it!"

In the sky where everyone was watching, Qingran and Zhan Jun also looked at Zhan Chonglin with a little surprise. They were obviously surprised that the latter was able to perform the Gale Sword Art, and they were even more curious about the tactics that Beihan would adopt.

"This move is the most powerful attack of the Saint Walker. The Wind Saber Jue is the ladder for Zhan Zhonglin to advance to the realm of holy martial arts. I wonder what the secret will be to make Bei Han ascend to the realm of holy martial arts?"

"No matter what, to be able to support a 16-year-old boy to advance to the realm of holy martial arts, apart from the fact that the boy's own talent is extremely rare, that kind of mystery must be even more astonishing."

"This is the last confrontation. I don't know who is the final winner."

During the conversation of the people off the court, Zhan Zhonglin in the sky was expressionless. His extremely cold eyes looked at Beihan, and he raised his palm little by little, and placed it on the long flame. Blood trickled slowly from the blade of the knife.

"Wan! Knife! Horizontal! God!"

Zhan Zhonglin's sinister face was full of ferocity, and every word burst out from between his teeth, full of endless killing intent.

As Zhan Zhonglin's palm was scratched by the blade, streaks of blood appeared on his forearm.

The blood streaks seemed to be outlined by sticky fresh blood, faintly, as if forming a blood-red imprint, the blood was extremely strange, even after being exposed for a long time, it still exuded a strong vitality, and the blood was even slowly flowing. flow.

"That's it." Qingran's eyes were also focused on the blood mark on Crane Demon's chest, and he frowned tightly.

"It turned out to be performed forcefully by relying on blood essence. It seems that Zhan Zhonglin entered this holy martial realm reluctantly. If this move is performed, no matter what Beihan does, Zhan Chonglin will fall."

"So... as long as Beihan can successfully dodge this killing blow, then he will win. Even if he can't dodge, as long as Beihan falls after him, then it can be regarded as Beihan's victory..."

"However, although it relies on essence and blood to attract, this kind of sword intent is obviously much stronger than the usual violent wind sword art. The possibility that Beihan can escape this blow...is very small..."

The Bei Han they were talking about was also frowning slightly at this scene. Although he didn't know exactly what Zhan Zhonglin wanted to do, he also felt some danger.

Zhan Zhonglin didn't pay attention to anyone, he looked down at the blood mark on his forearm, then bit his fingertips, the blood flowed down, dyeing his hands red, and immediately his palms formed seals, forming dazzling seals Change out.

And as his seal method changed, the blood mark on his chest became more and more scarlet. Immediately, there was an ear-piercing clanging sound, and the blood mark spread, quickly covering Zhan Zhonglin's entire body.

His eyes turned scarlet little by little at this moment, and a scalp-numbing aura emanated from his body, making him at this moment look like a ferocious humanoid beast.

"Attract essence and blood, condense ten thousand knives!"

Zhan Zhonglin's hoarse voice came out slowly, and the moment his voice fell, he could only hear countless clanging voices singing in harmony between the heaven and the earth, and in that blood-red body, There is a dignified sword intent released.

Klang Keng-

In an instant, tens of thousands of streams of light sprayed out from the ground, and Bei Han frowned as he watched the stream of knives rushing like thousands of flood dragons.

He could actually attract all the swords of the Zhan Dao Sect, and on top of the Zhan Dao Sect, there is still a part of his original master's aura, and traces of spiritual power are constantly flowing out from the bodies of the Zhan Dao Sect disciples, rushing towards their respective Zhan Dao Sect .

The spiritual power contained in each sword is not very strong, but there are tens of thousands of handles, and the sword intent of countless warriors is involved, which is equivalent to Beihan facing tens of thousands of opponents alone.

There is no possibility of victory if this continues!
You can't fight with this move!

(End of this chapter)