All of this happened almost at the same time, giving people the impression that Zhongliyan suddenly broke out, and then arrogantly hit Yancheng with his body.

Zhong Liyan, who had completely unleashed the power of the twenty-first level of martial arts, was able to resist Yancheng alive at this moment.

The veins on his arms protruded like dragons, and the sword of Nanyue buzzed when it touched the space.

People and the city of flames are frozen in mid-air!

For a moment, people couldn't tell whether the red flames burning the city were more intense, or the blood flames surrounding Zhongliyan were more boiling.

But Jiang Wang didn't intend to tell the difference.

The figure in green clothes walks in the city of flames, as if he is the swordsman in the sky, walking in his fairy world.

In the bright firelight and the familiar street scene, his sword light was still flying.

At this moment, it was completely unclear how many swords he had drawn. People could only see the torrent of magic and supernatural powers.

That gray-white color is the light of rotten wood.

The red one is the true fire of samadhi.

Jealousy, anger, Bi Fangyin.

The one-legged bird holds its head high and flaps its wings.

Hundreds of birds are approaching the phoenix, chirping, and then there are eight sounds burning the sea

The faint light of the misfortune seal appeared.

The sword light revived, and Bu Zhou Feng was suddenly cut out! Under this torrent, Zhong Liyan kept falling, and kept falling. He swung his sword hundreds of times, but he could only keep falling.

boom!

He hit the ground again, and hit it right back to the place where he hit it before, and his whole body was embedded in it perfectly. The already cracked floor tiles turned into powder and floated in the wind!

The surrounding stands were eerily quiet for a moment.

Wuyan Lanzhu's heart jumped into her throat, and she almost screamed, but she bit her lip in the dead silence around her.

Only then did she realize that her hands had been pinched by her good sisters until they turned white and blue.

brush!

In the complex and varied gazes of the onlookers, the last touch of frosty white wind suddenly folded in front of Zhong Liyan's neck, and then returned.

Jiang Wang returned the sword to its sheath and pressed it with the Disaster Seal with one hand, smoothing away the turbulent flow of vitality, chaotic sword energy, blood energy, and even space fragments around him.

His frosty wind has also dispersed, his red flames have disappeared, and the light of the Heavenly Palace has become invisible.

For a time, the sky was clear and the earth was calm, and everything was peaceful. There was only a green shirt as calm as water, standing tall and graceful in the world. It was like just now

After fighting against heaven and earth, nothing like Bahe... never happened.

Only Zhong Liyan, who was lying on his back and exhausted, had a confused look in his eyes... which could still indicate the intensity of the battle.

I can still describe to some extent his mood.

He has never underestimated the world's heroes, and he has never underestimated himself.

No matter when, no matter how badly he lost in front of Douzhao, he never gave up on himself.

It has been thousands of years since the founding of the Chu Kingdom, and the history of the human race has lasted for tens of millions of years. There are countless people who have been romantically involved.

He believes that there is always a place for him.

He believes that he must have extraordinary talents, must have an extraordinary mission, and must be able to defeat all enemies.

But it’s just that he was born in Douzhao. How can there be a Jiang Wang in the world? Bao

He is younger than Douzhao, but the pressure brought to him is similar to Douzhao.

He was completely suppressed throughout the entire battle, unable to find the slightest chance to show his unwillingness!

At this time, a hand stretched out in front of him.

Then came the face of Daqi Wu'anhou, who was looking more and more fairy-like, looking at him calmly.

There is no ridicule, no pity, just very common... similar to "when you see a passerby falling, reach out to help him", such a common emotion.

"This thief is different from Douzhao. Douzhao usually steps on him at times like this..."

Zhong Liyan thought inexplicably.

Snapped!

Snapped!

With a sudden slap, he slapped the hand in front of him away. Zhong Liyan turned over and jumped up, jumped out of the human-shaped pit, and said angrily: "I didn't pay attention this time and let you take advantage. Just wait for me."

I need you to look good next time!"

Then he looked around threateningly and walked away.

Look at that swaggering posture, as if he is the winner.

Jiang Wang looked at his back in surprise.

Of course, I'm not surprised by this guy's attitude, but I'm surprised by his resilience...

If it was caused by an abnormality, he would not be able to recover from such an injury unless he nursed it for a few days.

But Zhong Liyan just patted his butt, as if nothing happened.

He couldn't help but remind himself in his heart that if he had to fight to the death with martial arts monks in the future, he would not give them a chance to recover. If he could die, he would die, and if he could be crippled, he would be crippled. First, eliminate all possibilities of resistance, and then talk about other things.

The beautiful emcee named Bian Qiang in the Canglang Arena was still announcing the results enthusiastically.

But Jiang Wang had already turned around and left Qingya Terrace gracefully.

Of course, Da Chu has outstanding people and talented people. Being able to make a name for himself in the Chu Kingdom is by no means an easy feat for Zhong Liyan.

But for today's Marquis Wu An, winning against Zhong Liyan is no longer something to be proud of.

The huge arches on both sides of the Qingya Terrace fell down again, cutting off the figures of the geniuses from Qi.

The entire Qingya Arena was in a state of excitement. Although the audience in the stands were either rich or noble, they did not have to be so reserved in the arena. Some were whispering to each other, and some were arguing loudly.

, and many people were shouting Jiang Wang’s name with enthusiastic expressions.

There are even some people who are still not satisfied and are asking the people at Canglang Arena when they can arrange Jiang Wang's next duel.

Huang Relic ignored it.

No matter whether they are powerful or not, in Huang Sheli's eyes, they are all treated equally.

They're just paying customers.

Of course you should be enthusiastic about your customers.

But customers who have already paid...
Chapter completed!