Genius for one second? Stop, stop? Champagne? Mound? City f * cking? Chapter 343 Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique
"Interesting!"
Although he was shocked, Yan Zhangkong's movements did not slow down in the slightest. With a low growl, the golden greatsword once again slashed towards Tang Huan with the force of a thunderbolt, the tyrannical Strength Qi surged like a tide, following the sword force and roaring, it stirred up an ear-piercing whistling sound.
Tang Huan squinted his eyes, the Dragon and Phoenix Spear that had just bounced up was like a divine dragon swinging its tail.
Whoosh! It was as if a longbow had been pulled to the limit and then suddenly released. The curved spear body suddenly straightened, and the bright red spear head suddenly swept across the greatsword's body.
"Clang!"
Another violent collision resounded through the air.
This time, Yan Zhangkong was already prepared. Almost at the instant the greatsword was bounced away, he took a step forward without hesitation. Then, he fiercely shook his arms, and amidst an earth-shaking trembling sound, the greatsword spun at a high speed, dispersing the force that was rebounded towards him.
In the next moment, the gigantic sword in Yan Zhangkong's hand dragged along a dazzling golden light as it swept towards Tang Huan.
"Buzz!"
Tang Huan secretly snorted in his heart, with a "Eight Arts of Phoenix Flash", his body had already moved horizontally, the Dragon and Phoenix Lance in his hand extended and shrank like lightning, intertwining with the gigantic sword and piercing straight towards Yan Zhangkong's chest. At the tip of the spear, a blazing spear light that was more than two feet long was actually spat out.
Yan Zhangkong immediately changed his sword move, the gigantic sword drew an arc in the air at an astonishing speed, and fiercely swept forward. But right at this moment, Tang Huan's spear force changed once again, and actually strangely circled around the gigantic sword once, before still piercing towards Yan Zhangkong's chest.
Yan Zhangkong snorted angrily, and the gigantic sword also changed.
The two of them flickered as their spears and swords came and went at an extremely fast speed. In just a few short breaths of time, although the spear and sword had never touched each other again, both sides had already exchanged blows more than ten times. Moreover, they were still continuing at such a fast speed, without any signs of stopping.
When the surrounding people saw this, they were all dumbstruck.
"Zhong Feng, what you heard is correct, right?"
Amongst Yan Zhangkong's four companions, the first one to regain his senses was a grey robed man with a stubble beard. He could not help but suck in a breath of cold air, and in the blink of an eye, he looked at the skinny man closest to him, "This Tang Huan is really a Stage Seven Martial Master, and not a Martial Lord of the eighth step?"
The skinny man called Zhong Feng was also extremely surprised, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "It should be right, a few groups of Martial Warriors that have come in recently all said the same thing, this Tang Huan, is also a guy who has only risen to fame in the past few months. It is said that in the first half of last year, he was still a guy who had not even cultivated Genuine Qi, but in the second half of the year, it was as if he had eaten an aphrodisiac, and his martial cultivation went from Martial Disciple to Martial Master to Great Martial Master, and his Tools Method Attainments also advanced by leaps and bounds.
"When did the Stage Seven Martial Master's strength reach such a tyrannical level?" On the right side of Zhong Feng, the hawk-nosed young man had a face full of disbelief.
"If this Tang Huan is a peak of the seventh step Martial Master, then it's fine if Chang Kong is an ordinary Martial Lord of the eighth step."
Another short and stout man said in disbelief, "If that's the case, then it's not strange for them to be evenly matched, but this Tang Huan seems to have just become a Stage Seven Martial Master, and Chang Kong can already be considered an expert among the Martial Lord of the eighth step.
Not only did the four of them find it hard to believe, even the many Martial Warriors s who had come to watch from afar could not hide the shock and doubt on their faces.
Amongst them, the lowest cultivation was Stage Six Martial Master, so their eyesight was not much different. However, the battle in front of room 11 caused them to be completely confused. A Stage Seven Martial Master who had just been promoted not long ago was actually able to fight against a Martial Lord of the eighth step who had been promoted for a long time?
"Big Brother Ouyang, could it be that Yan Zhangkong held back?" At the back of the crowd, Tu Peng could not help but ask with a suppressed voice.
"Use your brain. How could he hold back?" Ouyang Yuntian could not help but ask.
"Then how could he not be able to fight for a long time?" Being reprimanded like this by Ouyang Yuntian, Tu Peng was not angry at all.
"That's right, shouldn't it be very easy for a Martial Lord of the eighth step to take care of a Stage Seven Martial Master?" Another young man could not help but ask.
"You ask me, who should I ask!"
Ouyang Yuntian's heart was filled with anger as he angrily snorted.
Logically speaking, a Martial Lord of the eighth step could easily take care of a Stage Seven Martial Master, but that Tang Huan fellow, did not seem to have anything that made sense on him.
According to common sense, who could advance from a Stage One Martial Disciple to a Stage Seven Martial Master in less than a year? And who could advance from a low level Weapon Refiner to a high level Weapon Refiner in the same amount of time? And who would be able to obtain one hundred and eight Sword Seal in the Mazy Sword Valley …
Even Yu Feiyan, who was ranked at the top of the Heavenly Spirit Ranking, had never done this before, but Tang Huan had done it.
"Damn it!" Could it be that I really have to wait for Brother Liu to return before I can take care of this Tang Huan? "Ouyang Yuntian's face darkened as he cursed in his heart.
"Ding!"
Right at this moment, the battle circle that had been silent for a long time suddenly emitted the crisp sound of metal clashing. Everyone's spirits were shaken, they looked over, only to see that the fiery red tip of the spear in Tang Huan's hand had pierced the golden body of the gigantic sword in front of Yan Zhangkong!
The distance between the two of them shortened rapidly, causing the long spear to instantly complete an arc. The terrifying Strength Qi immediately surged out from the point of collision, as though it had created a hurricane out of thin air.
"Bang!"
The long spear straightened, Tang Huan's body soared into the air, but under the push of a huge force, he floated more than ten meters away in an instant. Yan Zhangkong also held his sword horizontally in front of him, and retreated a few steps. Every time his foot landed on the sparkling and translucent jade-like ground, it was like a huge hammer striking a drum, and the sound shook the heavens.
After a dozen steps, Yan Zhangkong finally stabilized his body, but his rough face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
In that short moment of confrontation, both sides seemed to be evenly matched, but in reality, he felt extremely passive. This caused his heart to be stifled to the extreme, and in the end, if it wasn't for the fact that he had used his sword to block Tang Huan's attack at the last moment, he would have been stifled to the extreme.
Right now, although the passive situation had been resolved, under the attention of so many gazes, he, a dignified Martial Lord of the eighth step, was forced back more than ten steps by Tang Huan. His face immediately became burning hot, and he felt extremely ashamed in his heart. The anger in his chest also rose rapidly.
"Brat, you have some skill. Try out my 'Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique' again!"
Yan Zhangkong's eyes widened as he roared. Like a fierce beast that had just broken free from its cage, his majestic and burly body suddenly shot forward.
"Chi!" "Swish …"
Even from nearly ten meters away, the huge sword in his hand that was glowing with a bright light was already being brandished at a high speed. Rays of golden blade light shot out and instantly condensed into a golden dragon, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it roared forward. An incomparably sharp aura quickly spread out, as though the space around the dragon's body had been sliced into countless pieces.
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