The flying swords transformed by Yan Hong Qingyan were all retracted and gathered in front of him, and finally returned to the ancient lamp and turned into a lantern. ¤

The thirty-six flying swords sacrificed by Zhuo Hang all came behind him, followed by flying swords close together to form a circle.

"Yan Hong, this is not the first time we fight between you and me. I don't think we have to waste time. Just one move to determine the outcome!" Zhuo Hang said as he turned into a sword wheel, spinning constantly, emitting dazzling silver light.

"It's just my wish!" Yan Hong did not refuse, and opened his mouth and spewed out a blue light. The green light merged into the ancient lamp. The flames of the ancient lamp rose again, and at the same time wrapped Yan Hong's whole body. After wrapping Yan Hong, the flames rose again. After just a moment, Yan Hong turned into a flame giant several feet tall.

Looking at Yan Hong's methods, Zhuo Hang suddenly shouted: "Yan Hong, the flames are powerful, and they are not as good as Haoyang in the sky. Look at my secret technique, Haoyang Sword Technique!"

Before Zhuo Hang's voice had fallen, the sword wheel behind him had a dazzling light coming out from the hillside, and even rose into the air like a scorching sun. Then, accompanied by light, countless lights turned into light and shone towards the flame giant.

If it is an ordinary person, in the blink of an eye, the light will be like the sunshine, but Lin Haoming can see clearly that those lights are simply sword energy, terrifying sword energy.

Lin Haoming felt that such methods were amazing.

Just being impeccable, Lin Haoming hardly imagines that Yan Hong can dodge. Now only by facing each other can you win.

In fact, Yan Hong did the same.

Yan Hong, who was enormous and wrapped in green flames, with a loud roar, his body flames surged dozens of times, almost instantly turning into a giant who was hundreds of feet tall.

Such a giant, just looking at it, was extremely terrifying to put pressure on people. At this time, it suddenly sent forward with its two palms, and two fire tornadoes roared with super silver light.

"How is this possible!"

Faced with such a terrifying power, Zhuo Hang screamed in horror.

Lin Haoming was also very shocked by this. At this time, he realized that no wonder Yan Hong was so angry at losing to him. Sure enough, if he had such a terrifying attack at that time, even if he had the means to tear apart the space, it would be difficult for him to defeat him.

However, this horror reminded Lin Haoming, making him understand that even if he has the merit pearl, he is not invincible at the same level. Even if Yan Hong has such strength, he still asks himself to be inferior to Han Jingping. Lin Haoming is also one-line higher than Han Jingping's strength again.

There is no suspense about the outcome. Although Zhuo Hang's backer is powerful, he was completely defeated in the face of Yan Hong's full-strength attack.

Seeing Zhuo Hang who was a little dull after his defeat, Han Shaoying also asked with some concern: "Dad. I didn't expect Yan Hong to become so strong. Are you sure?"

Han Jingping looked at his son who was born in an accident and said lightly: "What are you worried about? Do your own thing."

"Jingping. Is there really no problem?" Han Jingping did not answer his son, but Han Xiaoyi, as a father, was also worried, so he asked accordingly.

After all, his father could not compare with his son. Han Jingping nodded and said, "Yan Hong is two points better than I thought. I don't know if it was because he lost to Lin Haoming to go to the Blood Refining Sect three years ago, which inspired him, but if he only had this ability, he would still not win me."

Hearing this, he took a look at Yan Hong, who had put away his martial arts and restored his original body, but his face was slightly pale. Han Xiaoyi said with some peace of mind: "Yan Hong looks like he has reached the limit, I feel relieved if you say that."

In fact, Han Jingping was not wrong. Although Yan Hong had already understood this move, in fact, when the Blood Refining Sect and Lin Haoming fought three years ago, they were not so strong. The reason why they now exert such great power is because they have achieved hard practice for three years after losing to Lin Haoming.

Of course, Lin Haoming didn't know about this, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't care too much. After all, there was no conflict with Yan Hong.

Yan Hong won, and the Yan family was naturally the happiest. Yan Hong immediately left the arena, quickly took the pills, and restored the consumed mana and spiritual consciousness.

Next is the fight between Yan Ye and Fang Shiya. Their cultivation level is a small level, but the gap is not big, so everything seems to have a chance.

Because Yan Hong won just now, the Yan family also had great expectations for Yan Ye's competition. As for Fang Shiya, the Han family was generous to her by then, and it was obviously the background of the Han family.

"Zi Yin, do you know both of these people?" Lin Haoming asked as soon as the two appeared.

"I know Yan Ye's background very well. He is Yan Hong's cousin, only eight years older than Yan Hong. Because his father's qualifications are not good, he did not receive attention from the Yan family at the beginning. Until he advanced to build the foundation, he tied in a competition with Yan Hong, and made a big splash, thus becoming a disciple that the Yan family focused on training. His natal magic weapon is the Double Moon Sword, which is very strong." Yan Ziyin said.

"It's really amazing to be able to tie Yan Hong!" Lin Haoming took him seriously after hearing this. After all, he had already seen Yan Hong's methods clearly.

"Young master, Yan Ye is still not as good as Yan Hong. The draw was because Yan Ye was eight years older than Yan Hong. When they fought, Yan Hong was only at the fourth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and he had already the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Later, the gap between the two people's cultivation level narrowed, and Yan Ye never won again, and he didn't tie it. Of course, Yan Ye was just a little inferior, otherwise he wouldn't stand here." Yan Ziyin explained.

When Lin Haoming heard this, he understood a little and asked, "Where is that Fang Shiya?"

"That woman...that woman..." Yan Ziyin said it several times in a row, but did not continue.

Lin Haoming frowned slightly when he saw her hesitant look: "What? Do you don't know or don't want to tell me?"
Chapter completed!