Chapter 90: 90
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"What?"
Zhao Wushuang looks stiff. Warm up? show mercy?
A sense of absurdity suddenly rose in his heart.
In other words, his previous crazy attack was just a warm-up in front of the man in front of him.
Hasn't he done his best yet?
You're kidding!
Is this belittling him?
A burst of anger burst out from Zhao Wushuang's heart.
The high morale in his eyes quickly turned into indifference, and his face turned blue. "Your Excellency is too arrogant."
Zhang Yi didn't answer, but whispered in his heart.
Xiaocheng Jianyi, open!
On the endless wasteland, the earth is red, giving people a feeling that birds can fly in the sky and fish can jump in the sea.
Zhang Yi stood in the void, holding the hilt of the flying mark tightly in his right hand, and his hair was blown by the wind.
Suddenly!
A sharp momentum broke out from Zhang Yi.
The sword momentum disturbed the wind and cloud, and soared all the way, as if to pierce the clouds. Combined with Zhang Yi's slender and straight body, the whole person suddenly seemed like a scabbard sword, and the place pointed by the blade was invincible!
Zhang Yi looked at Zhao Wushuang and said with a smile, "are you ready?"
As this sentence came out in the wind, Zhang Yi took a stroll to Zhao Wushuang step by step. On the way, a sword was waved.
"Danger!"
Zhao Wushuang's pupil shrinks. At the moment, Zhang Yi feels the extreme danger.
His furnace like heart felt a chill at the moment.
It is not the winter wind that brings the cold feeling on the body, but a feeling gushing from the depths of the heart.
At this time, Zhang Yi's momentum made Zhao Wushuang think of a person.
Elder of spirit sword sect!
But that's the warrior in the later stage of the territory. The man in front of him is only in the middle of the territory
Zhao Wushuang took a deep breath and knew that it was dangerous next.
Zhao Wushuang punches slowly, as if it weighs a thousand kilograms, and there is a flame burning on it, wrapping his fist in it.
Yanwang fist!
The peak punch hit under the core of the king of inflammation and the blessing of the spirit armor.
"Peng!"
The sword Qi collided with his fist and burst open. Under the huge movement, Zhao Wushuang flew back, and blood appeared on the clenched fist.
Zhang Yi's face was calm. He waved another sword. The purple thunder awn crossed the sky and hit Zhao Wushuang's Zhenyuan shield again to break it.
"No, the attack power is too high. You can't prevent it at all. You need to deal with it by body method."
Zhao Wushuang's mind flashed this idea, and his body moved, which was ethereal and traceless.
Zhang Yi was so calm that he stopped, turned around and waved a sword to the side.
In the distant void, there was an explosion, a figure appeared vaguely, and then disappeared.
From a distance, you can only see Zhang Yi standing in mid air, waving a sword from time to time, followed by the sound of explosion.
Rolling, being thoroughly rolled, there is no room for counterattack, just like a cat playing with a mouse.
……
"My God, it's crazy! What did I see! The great elder of dayanzong was completely suppressed!"
"In Beiling country, Zhao Wushuang's strength can rank the top three!"
Someone stood frozen in place with an unbelievable expression on his face and muttered to himself.
"How can this king have an intersection with such martial artists?"
"This strength, I'm afraid Zheng Yuan has to kneel in the presence. How can they invite such experts?"
……
At the spirit sword gate, the man who kept calm also frowned at this moment.
"Both of them are accomplishments in the middle of the territory, but Zhao Wushuang was hanged and beaten. The man has strong sword intention."
"Even if it's not Xiaocheng's sword intention, it's definitely not far away. Why haven't you heard of such a character before?"
"I have to report to the elder," he thought to himself.
.....
Wang Du
"Zhang worships strong strength."
Fang Lin stared at the embarrassed Zhao Wushuang and whispered.
"Yes, it's so powerful that I'm afraid I can even enter the ground list." Zheng Jian answered.
"It's over," Zhang Yi muttered.
Then a flash of lightning flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.
Outside, the sky suddenly darkened, like dark clouds gathering.
"There!"
Zhang Yimeng turned and waved a sword. The bright blade crossed the sky and cut into nothingness.
Thunder sword thunder light chop!
In the dark clouds, there seems to be electric light jumping.
Then there was thunder in my ears.
After the thunder, there was a bolt of lightning splitting down from the dark cloud.
The purple lightning went straight down and hit the sharp blade passing through the air.
Then the sword awn changed from white to dark purple, like completely absorbing the falling lightning, and a wave of destruction came out from it.
"No!"
Seeing this huge blow, Zhao Wushuang was surprised and hurriedly encouraged Zhenyuan defense.
The red Zhenyuan came out, solidified in front of Zhao Wushuang, and turned into a thick dark brown wall in front of the sword.
However, before Zhao Wushuang could breathe a sigh of relief, he was shocked to see that it was like a hot knife cutting butter. Without a trace of stagnation, the purple blade rushed out of the thick wall and came straight to him.
The shadow of death surrounds me.
At the critical moment, Zhao Wushuang's eyes turned red and shouted loudly. He tried his best to urge the spirit armor to send out a hot light and try to stop the blow.
"Peng!"
The moment when the purple sword awn touches the spirit armor of the burning king.
Zhao Wushuang's face was frightened. He looked at the sword in front of his chest, and then his pupils narrowed and his heart was in despair.
At the position where the sword cut, a crack suddenly appeared in the spirit armor.
Then the sword awn deepened and the crack gradually expanded.
However, Zhao Wushuang's spirit armor suddenly broke into countless pieces and fell to the ground.
The surrounding air also vibrated slightly.
In Zhao Wushuang's position, a violent force exploded.
There are visible shock waves coming in all directions.
.....
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhang Yi's face was free of waves. He waved a sword and hit Zhao Wushuang's chest heavily.
That sword, like a touch of startling Hong, penetrated all the defenses and fell directly on Zhao Wushuang's chest.
In the explosion, Zhao Wushuang's chest collapsed instantly, and his body flew backwards, like half of a broken kite, falling straight from the air to the ground in the distance.
With the sound of "Peng", Zhao Wushuang fell to the ground, bringing up the smoke and dust all over the sky.
The fields were silent.
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"What?"
Zhao Wushuang looks stiff. Warm up? show mercy?
A sense of absurdity suddenly rose in his heart.
In other words, his previous crazy attack was just a warm-up in front of the man in front of him.
Hasn't he done his best yet?
You're kidding!
Is this belittling him?
A burst of anger burst out from Zhao Wushuang's heart.
The high morale in his eyes quickly turned into indifference, and his face turned blue. "Your Excellency is too arrogant."
Zhang Yi didn't answer, but whispered in his heart.
Xiaocheng Jianyi, open!
On the endless wasteland, the earth is red, giving people a feeling that birds can fly in the sky and fish can jump in the sea.
Zhang Yi stood in the void, holding the hilt of the flying mark tightly in his right hand, and his hair was blown by the wind.
Suddenly!
A sharp momentum broke out from Zhang Yi.
The sword momentum disturbed the wind and cloud, and soared all the way, as if to pierce the clouds. Combined with Zhang Yi's slender and straight body, the whole person suddenly seemed like a scabbard sword, and the place pointed by the blade was invincible!
Zhang Yi looked at Zhao Wushuang and said with a smile, "are you ready?"
As this sentence came out in the wind, Zhang Yi took a stroll to Zhao Wushuang step by step. On the way, a sword was waved.
"Danger!"
Zhao Wushuang's pupil shrinks. At the moment, Zhang Yi feels the extreme danger.
His furnace like heart felt a chill at the moment.
It is not the winter wind that brings the cold feeling on the body, but a feeling gushing from the depths of the heart.
At this time, Zhang Yi's momentum made Zhao Wushuang think of a person.
Elder of spirit sword sect!
But that's the warrior in the later stage of the territory. The man in front of him is only in the middle of the territory
Zhao Wushuang took a deep breath and knew that it was dangerous next.
Zhao Wushuang punches slowly, as if it weighs a thousand kilograms, and there is a flame burning on it, wrapping his fist in it.
Yanwang fist!
The peak punch hit under the core of the king of inflammation and the blessing of the spirit armor.
"Peng!"
The sword Qi collided with his fist and burst open. Under the huge movement, Zhao Wushuang flew back, and blood appeared on the clenched fist.
Zhang Yi's face was calm. He waved another sword. The purple thunder awn crossed the sky and hit Zhao Wushuang's Zhenyuan shield again to break it.
"No, the attack power is too high. You can't prevent it at all. You need to deal with it by body method."
Zhao Wushuang's mind flashed this idea, and his body moved, which was ethereal and traceless.
Zhang Yi was so calm that he stopped, turned around and waved a sword to the side.
In the distant void, there was an explosion, a figure appeared vaguely, and then disappeared.
From a distance, you can only see Zhang Yi standing in mid air, waving a sword from time to time, followed by the sound of explosion.
Rolling, being thoroughly rolled, there is no room for counterattack, just like a cat playing with a mouse.
……
"My God, it's crazy! What did I see! The great elder of dayanzong was completely suppressed!"
"In Beiling country, Zhao Wushuang's strength can rank the top three!"
Someone stood frozen in place with an unbelievable expression on his face and muttered to himself.
"How can this king have an intersection with such martial artists?"
"This strength, I'm afraid Zheng Yuan has to kneel in the presence. How can they invite such experts?"
……
At the spirit sword gate, the man who kept calm also frowned at this moment.
"Both of them are accomplishments in the middle of the territory, but Zhao Wushuang was hanged and beaten. The man has strong sword intention."
"Even if it's not Xiaocheng's sword intention, it's definitely not far away. Why haven't you heard of such a character before?"
"I have to report to the elder," he thought to himself.
.....
Wang Du
"Zhang worships strong strength."
Fang Lin stared at the embarrassed Zhao Wushuang and whispered.
"Yes, it's so powerful that I'm afraid I can even enter the ground list." Zheng Jian answered.
"It's over," Zhang Yi muttered.
Then a flash of lightning flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.
Outside, the sky suddenly darkened, like dark clouds gathering.
"There!"
Zhang Yimeng turned and waved a sword. The bright blade crossed the sky and cut into nothingness.
Thunder sword thunder light chop!
In the dark clouds, there seems to be electric light jumping.
Then there was thunder in my ears.
After the thunder, there was a bolt of lightning splitting down from the dark cloud.
The purple lightning went straight down and hit the sharp blade passing through the air.
Then the sword awn changed from white to dark purple, like completely absorbing the falling lightning, and a wave of destruction came out from it.
"No!"
Seeing this huge blow, Zhao Wushuang was surprised and hurriedly encouraged Zhenyuan defense.
The red Zhenyuan came out, solidified in front of Zhao Wushuang, and turned into a thick dark brown wall in front of the sword.
However, before Zhao Wushuang could breathe a sigh of relief, he was shocked to see that it was like a hot knife cutting butter. Without a trace of stagnation, the purple blade rushed out of the thick wall and came straight to him.
The shadow of death surrounds me.
At the critical moment, Zhao Wushuang's eyes turned red and shouted loudly. He tried his best to urge the spirit armor to send out a hot light and try to stop the blow.
"Peng!"
The moment when the purple sword awn touches the spirit armor of the burning king.
Zhao Wushuang's face was frightened. He looked at the sword in front of his chest, and then his pupils narrowed and his heart was in despair.
At the position where the sword cut, a crack suddenly appeared in the spirit armor.
Then the sword awn deepened and the crack gradually expanded.
However, Zhao Wushuang's spirit armor suddenly broke into countless pieces and fell to the ground.
The surrounding air also vibrated slightly.
In Zhao Wushuang's position, a violent force exploded.
There are visible shock waves coming in all directions.
.....
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhang Yi's face was free of waves. He waved a sword and hit Zhao Wushuang's chest heavily.
That sword, like a touch of startling Hong, penetrated all the defenses and fell directly on Zhao Wushuang's chest.
In the explosion, Zhao Wushuang's chest collapsed instantly, and his body flew backwards, like half of a broken kite, falling straight from the air to the ground in the distance.
With the sound of "Peng", Zhao Wushuang fell to the ground, bringing up the smoke and dust all over the sky.
The fields were silent.
"What?"Zhao Wushuang looks stiff. Warm up? show mercy?A sense of absurdity suddenly rose in his heart.In other words, his previous crazy attack was just a warm-up in front of the man in front of him.Hasn't he done his best yet?You're kidding!Is this belittling him?A burst of anger burst out from Zhao Wushuang's heart.The high morale in his eyes quickly turned into indifference, and his face turned blue. "Your Excellency is too arrogant."Zhang Yi didn't answer, but whispered in his heart.Xiaocheng Jianyi, open!On the endless wasteland, the earth is red, giving people a feeling that birds can fly in the sky and fish can jump in the sea.Zhang Yi stood in the void, holding the hilt of the flying mark tightly in his right hand, and his hair was blown by the wind.Suddenly!A sharp momentum broke out from Zhang Yi.The sword momentum disturbed the wind and cloud, and soared all the way, as if to pierce the clouds. Combined with Zhang Yi's slender and straight body, the whole person suddenly seemed like a scabbard sword, and the place pointed by the blade was invincible!Zhang Yi looked at Zhao Wushuang and said with a smile, "are you ready?"As this sentence came out in the wind, Zhang Yi took a stroll to Zhao Wushuang step by step. On the way, a sword was waved."Danger!"Zhao Wushuang's pupil shrinks. At the moment, Zhang Yi feels the extreme danger.His furnace like heart felt a chill at the moment.It is not the winter wind that brings the cold feeling on the body, but a feeling gushing from the depths of the heart.At this time, Zhang Yi's momentum made Zhao Wushuang think of a person.Elder of spirit sword sect!But that's the warrior in the later stage of the territory. The man in front of him is only in the middle of the territoryZhao Wushuang took a deep breath and knew that it was dangerous next.Zhao Wushuang punches slowly, as if it weighs a thousand kilograms, and there is a flame burning on it, wrapping his fist in it.Yanwang fist!The peak punch hit under the core of the king of inflammation and the blessing of the spirit armor."Peng!"The sword Qi collided with his fist and burst open. Under the huge movement, Zhao Wushuang flew back, and blood appeared on the clenched fist.Zhang Yi's face was calm. He waved another sword. The purple thunder awn crossed the sky and hit Zhao Wushuang's Zhenyuan shield again to break it."No, the attack power is too high. You can't prevent it at all. You need to deal with it by body method."Zhao Wushuang's mind flashed this idea, and his body moved, which was ethereal and traceless.Zhang Yi was so calm that he stopped, turned around and waved a sword to the side.In the distant void, there was an explosion, a figure appeared vaguely, and then disappeared.From a distance, you can only see Zhang Yi standing in mid air, waving a sword from time to time, followed by the sound of explosion.Rolling, being thoroughly rolled, there is no room for counterattack, just like a cat playing with a mouse."My God, it's crazy! What did I see! The great elder of dayanzong was completely suppressed!""In Beiling country, Zhao Wushuang's strength can rank the top three!"Someone stood frozen in place with an unbelievable expression on his face and muttered to himself."How can this king have an intersection with such martial artists?""This strength, I'm afraid Zheng Yuan has to kneel in the presence. How can they invite such experts?"At the spirit sword gate, the man who kept calm also frowned at this moment."Both of them are accomplishments in the middle of the territory, but Zhao Wushuang was hanged and beaten. The man has strong sword intention.""Even if it's not Xiaocheng's sword intention, it's definitely not far away. Why haven't you heard of such a character before?""I have to report to the elder," he thought to himself......Wang Du"Zhang worships strong strength."Fang Lin stared at the embarrassed Zhao Wushuang and whispered."Yes, it's so powerful that I'm afraid I can even enter the ground list." Zheng Jian answered."It's over," Zhang Yi muttered.Then a flash of lightning flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.Outside, the sky suddenly darkened, like dark clouds gathering."There!"Zhang Yimeng turned and waved a sword. The bright blade crossed the sky and cut into nothingness.Thunder sword thunder light chop!In the dark clouds, there seems to be electric light jumping.Then there was thunder in my ears.After the thunder, there was a bolt of lightning splitting down from the dark cloud.The purple lightning went straight down and hit the sharp blade passing through the air.Then the sword awn changed from white to dark purple, like completely absorbing the falling lightning, and a wave of destruction came out from it."No!"Seeing this huge blow, Zhao Wushuang was surprised and hurriedly encouraged Zhenyuan defense.The red Zhenyuan came out, solidified in front of Zhao Wushuang, and turned into a thick dark brown wall in front of the sword.However, before Zhao Wushuang could breathe a sigh of relief, he was shocked to see that it was like a hot knife cutting butter. Without a trace of stagnation, the purple blade rushed out of the thick wall and came straight to him.The shadow of death surrounds me.At the critical moment, Zhao Wushuang's eyes turned red and shouted loudly. He tried his best to urge the spirit armor to send out a hot light and try to stop the blow."Peng!"The moment when the purple sword awn touches the spirit armor of the burning king.Zhao Wushuang's face was frightened. He looked at the sword in front of his chest, and then his pupils narrowed and his heart was in despair.At the position where the sword cut, a crack suddenly appeared in the spirit armor.Then the sword awn deepened and the crack gradually expanded.However, Zhao Wushuang's spirit armor suddenly broke into countless pieces and fell to the ground.The surrounding air also vibrated slightly.In Zhao Wushuang's position, a violent force exploded.There are visible shock waves coming in all directions......Under the gaze of countless eyes, Zhang Yi's face was free of waves. He waved a sword and hit Zhao Wushuang's chest heavily.That sword, like a touch of startling Hong, penetrated all the defenses and fell directly on Zhao Wushuang's chest.In the explosion, Zhao Wushuang's chest collapsed instantly, and his body flew backwards, like half of a broken kite, falling straight from the air to the ground in the distance.With the sound of "Peng", Zhao Wushuang fell to the ground, bringing up the smoke and dust all over the sky.The fields were silent.
