(… … I'm in a tragedy. I'm bowing and apologizing. I guess you guys don't want to hear the reason either. I'll decide tomorrow at midnight.)
Seven figures hit Yan Zheng at the same time. Six of them disappeared in an instant, leaving only the one in front of him. His right fist fiercely smashed into Yan Zheng's chest … … The strange thing was, Yan Zheng's body suddenly leaned back a little, but Wu Sansi's fist seemed to be sucked in, and his movements were frozen in place.
Hah!!
After a second, Yan Zheng suddenly furrowed his eyebrows in anger and let out a thunderous shout. The layer of red light surrounding his body seemed to have found a vent, and surged out from the place where Wu Sansi's fist had hit. Wu Sansi immediately felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and with a painful groan, he flew backwards. His body was almost touching the ground before he could catch his breath. He twisted his body, and both of his legs were firmly stuck to the ground like magnets, so he did not fall. However, his face was clearly flushed red.
"The 'Thousand Illusory Bodies' is unpredictable, and is really hard to defend against. However, your skills are not as good as mine, so when you release the illusory bodies, you will have to split your power. However, my Northern Emperor Sect's Flame Spirit Technique can not only release power with both hands, but also with every part of my body. It can be said that it is the natural nemesis of your 'Thousand Illusory Bodies'. You should not use these fancy things. If you want to defeat me, you should just use your speed and strength. "Yan Zheng placed his hands behind his back and coldly said. It was as if he was a senior lecturing a junior.
Wu Sansi's breathing was heavy. Under the attack just now, he had already suffered internal injuries. There was no need for Yan Zheng's explanation. He already had a rough idea of what had happened after that attack. His heavy punch landed on Yan Zheng's chest. While he was creating the illusory body, Yan Zheng had already started to secretly accumulate his strength. After Yue Yang's punch landed, the accumulated strength instantly launched a counterattack … Just like what he had said, the release of the Flame Soul Art's power was not limited to the hands and feet. Every part of the body could be released and controlled at will.
With a cold snort, Wu Sansi adjusted his breathing and dashed forward. This time, he didn't use the Thousand Illusionary Bodies. Instead, he charged forward without any fancy moves, using his own speed to deal with it.
Wu Sansi could not be said to be weak. He was already at the beginning of the Heaven Rank, but there was still a big gap between him and Yan Zheng. His Phantom Body Technique focused on killing in one hit like an assassin, and was not good at close combat. In addition, he had already suffered quite a lot of internal injuries. After a dozen exchanges, he began to show signs of exhaustion. His movements were extremely agile, but under the suppression of Yan Zheng's aura, there was still an obvious hindrance, causing him to lose his advantage. Finally, he let out a long sigh. After dodging Yan Zheng's attack, he turned around and retreated. He sighed and said, "My skills are not as good as yours. If I continue to fight, I will definitely lose."
Yan Zheng withdrew his hands and said coldly, "There is a saying in the world of Demon Martial Arts, only speed is unbeatable. These words were truly absurd to the extreme. In this old man's opinion, in the face of absolute power, speed is nothing more than a fancy trick, and it doesn't have much use. If you had the power to stand shoulder to shoulder with me today, you would definitely be able to defeat me. "
Hearing this, Wu Sansi frowned and said, "You are wrong. I am not as good as you. I can only blame myself for not being skilled enough. I do not agree with the saying that speed is not as good as power …"
Whoosh …
As if a gust of wind suddenly blew past, a thin figure stood in front of Wu Sansi, causing a flash of astonishment to appear on Wu Sansi's face. In his heart, he was subconsciously shocked … this person, so fast.
A skinny face, a stiff expression, and a cold gaze. He was neither tall nor short, and had a slightly skinny figure. This person was Leng Ya, who had suddenly rushed out. In his hand, he held a Wind Breaking Blade that no one knew when, and pointed it directly at Yan Zheng.
Cold Cliffs's appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention. One by one, all kinds of gazes locked onto this young man who was only twenty years old, but stood in front of Yan Zheng with a strong desire to fight and a shocking killing intent. This young man was originally ignored by them, but at this moment, he suddenly burst out with an invisible aura, causing these experts who stood at the peak of Tianchen continent's Magic Martial Arts to be unable to not be shaken.
Yan Zheng looked at him carefully, and his gaze finally fell on the Wind Breaking Blade in his hand. In his heart, he remembered information about this person. His expression changed slightly, and he nodded and said, "I did not expect that this old man would meet a peerless genius so quickly, today's trip was really not in vain."
To receive such a high evaluation from the Northern Emperor Sect's commandment elder, no one felt that it was an exaggeration, because just from the aura alone, it was easy to see that this young man of about twenty years old, had actually stepped into Heaven Rank!
It was not that there were no people who could step into Heaven Rank at this age, and in ten or ten years' time, they would definitely become legendary figures who could shake the world. In the past hundred years, everyone knew that there was only one person who stepped into Heaven Rank at the age of twenty … War God Feng Zhaoyang.
The appearance of this young man, how could they not be shocked. And this person's expression at this moment, and the cold and terrifying killing intent that he released, was clearly destined to be a ruthless jinx. They seemed to have already seen the day when the entire Tian Chen would tremble uneasily because of this person. This day, was already close at hand.
Just as Chu Jingtian was about to shout out subconsciously, Yan Duancang tugged on the corner of his clothes and said in a low voice, "Don't disturb him."
Only then did Chu Jingtian retract the voice that almost escaped his mouth. His expression was excited, expectant, and also quite a bit of worry. He and Cold Cliffs had been improving together for three years, and they had been fighting almost every day, so they were familiar with each other's every move. And now, Cold Cliffs had only stepped into Heaven Rank for less than a month. Facing this Yan Zheng, whose aura was incomparably thick, did he really have a chance of winning?
"Little brother, be careful." Wu Sansi was in a daze for a while. After remembering Cold Cliffs's appearance, he said with an extremely small voice, then turned around and left. Today, he had already judged wrongly. Involuntarily, he looked towards the few young people who were with Cold Cliffs previously … If they were all like this young man, then … Wouldn't it be too shocking, to the point of being unimaginable?
"You should be called Cold Cliffs, right? You don't need to find it strange. Three years ago, you once appeared in Tenryū Province with War God Feng Zhaoyang's sharp weapon, the Breaking Wind Blade, which made us quite interested in you. Later on, we found out by chance that you were originally Feng Zhaoyang's son … In just three years, you actually grew from an unsightly child to your current state … The War God's bloodline is indeed shocking. Although your father died, he had a descendant that did not lose to him. Even if he died, he would have no regrets. "Yan Zheng said with a sigh.
The atmosphere froze again, as if it was a prearranged script. After the Phantom God's son, this War God's son appeared in front of Yan Zheng, attracting everyone's attention. No one had ever heard that War God Feng Zhaoyang had a descendant, but with Yan Zheng's identity, he would definitely not say anything false. Inadvertently, they received another piece of information that was of extraordinary significance.
The War God's son, no wonder he had such an imposing manner! They began to look forward to his performance.
Even though Yan Zheng had revealed his identity in a few words, Cold Cliffs was still calm. His aura had already quietly locked onto Yan Zheng, and he was ready to attack.
"The War God's attack and defense have reached the realm of gods, but you, rely on Qi. It seems that the reason why you appeared is because you are dissatisfied with what I said before. Then, prove it with your strength." In front of Cold Cliffs, Yan Zheng did not act arrogantly. Both of his hands glowed with a faint red light, and his expression became slightly serious.
However, in his heart, he lightly said: His foundation is too shallow, nothing to be afraid of. However, if he continued to display his strength …
Sizzle
Like a thick piece of cardboard that had been forcefully sliced apart by a not-so-sharp knife, Cold Cliffs's body had already rushed forward like a gust of wind. Who would believe that this was the sound of the Wind Breaking Blade in his hand slicing through the air?
Following Cold Cliffs's thunderous movement, most of the experts present frowned subconsciously, thinking about the probability of them dodging this attack if they were prepared or unprepared. This attack by Cold Cliffs was like a sharp arrow that had been shot from a bow that had been pulled to the fullest. The process of shooting was so small that it was almost negligible, but the explosive power of that moment could be said to be terrifying. It made people unable to help but think: Let's not talk about this person's other abilities, if he were to hide in the dark and suddenly attack his target, how many people in this world could dodge his sneak attack?
Then ten years later, twenty years later, how many people would be able to dodge his attack?!
Hiss …
Both of Yan Zheng's palms shot out at the same time, and like a pair of iron pincers, firmly locked onto Cold Cliffs's hand. The Wind Breaking Blade in Cold Cliffs's hand had already pierced through the clothes in front of his chest, and touched his skin. If it had moved even an inch forward, it would have been enough to make him bleed.
His decades of experience and his almost instinctive sense of danger caused him to raise both of his hands in a flash, and receive this sudden and explosive attack from Cold Cliffs. When his hands clamped down on Cold Cliffs's hand, his heart also abruptly jumped. It was not because he was relaxed, but because of an instinctive fear.
"What a shocking speed!" Yan Gong Luo could not help but exclaim in a low voice.
"That's right, that's right, even my grandfather said that it would be hard for anyone to compare to his talent in 'speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness'." Chu Jingtian nodded in response, but he was still nervous in his heart. This was because Chu Cang Ming had also said that Cold Cliffs's talent would turn him into a demon god in the darkness, and become countless people's nightmares. However, he was not suited for techniques and tyrannical strength, so he was not suited for direct combat … At this moment, Cold Cliffs's right hand, which was holding the Wind Breaking Blade, was actually locked in between Yan Zheng's palms. It was unknown if it was a coincidence or if it was clever. To Cold Cliffs, this was an extremely bad situation.
"Your speed is indeed shocking, but … without strength, once you're locked in, you will no longer be a threat!!" As Yan Zheng spoke, his grip became tighter and tighter. The muscles on Cold Cliffs's face began to twitch slightly, and he poured all of his strength into his right arm. However, no matter what he did, he was unable to break free from Yan Zheng's grip. Instead, his grip became tighter and tighter … He did not try to use his left hand, because that would instead cause his strength to disperse, making it even harder for him to break free.
Cold Cliffs was like a sharp blade. When he suddenly shot out, he could slit the throat of an enemy who could not dodge in time. However, once the handle of the blade was grabbed by someone else, he would be like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered if he did not have enough strength to break free. He himself did not have tyrannical strength, and in front of Yan Zheng, who had the strength of a middle stage Heaven Realm, it was even more difficult to match him.
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