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Chapter 346

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Genius for one second? Stop? Champagne? Mound? City f * cking? Chapter 345 Three Dragons Mirage

"What's going on?"

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

In those dozen or so breaths of time, although Tang Huan and Yan Zhangkong's weapons had not touched each other, the battle was extremely intense, causing everyone to be dazzled and unable to take it all in.

But now that the battle was so exciting, Yan Zhangkong was about to withdraw.

Under Tang Huan's superb long spear, although Yan Zhangkong looked to be in a passive position, it shouldn't be to the point where he would avoid battle, right?

Everyone's mind raced, but Yan Zhangkong's face was green and red.

He was very clear that if he were to retreat just like that, he would definitely be ridiculed by the many Martial Warriors s in the "Sky Spirit Realm" in the future. However, he really did not want to fight with this Tang Huan anymore.

Tang Huan's spear speed was as fast as lightning, and every spear was aimed at the same vital point. Although he reacted in time, forcing Tang Huan to quickly change his spear force, before he could even catch his breath, Tang Huan's next spear strike immediately followed, one after another, continuing endlessly, as if there was no end to it.

However, the gigantic sword in his hand, under the continuous thrusts of Tang Huan's spear, missed time and time again.

The stifling feeling of a sword slashing into cotton was extremely uncomfortable. He could endure it once or twice, but after dozens or hundreds of times, Yan Zhangkong was on the verge of going crazy. His chest felt as if it was about to explode.

"You're not fighting anymore?"

A few meters away, Tang Huan walked towards Yan Zhangkong step by step. The spear in his hand was burning hot, but a mocking smile surfaced on his lips, "If you want to fight, then fight. If you don't want to fight, then don't fight. Yan Zhangkong, do you think you're the number one on the Heavenly Spirit Ranking, Yu Feiyan?"

"You …"

Tang Huan's contempt caused Yan Zhangkong to fly into a rage.

With a sudden wave of the golden greatsword in his hand, Yan Zhangkong was about to pounce towards Tang Huan again, but just as he moved his feet, he forcefully suppressed this impulse. He was very clear in his heart that if he could not think of a way to break it, he would once again fall into that strange circle.

"Yan Zhangkong, if you really don't want to fight, that's fine too. I'm magnanimous and won't go too far. You only need to hand over what you have on you and scram." Tang Huan sneered.

"Bullshit, Tang Huan, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Go to hell! "

Yan Zhangkong had suppressed the anger in his chest again and again, but at this moment, he could no longer hold it in. With a roar, he brandished the gigantic sword and shot towards Tang Huan once again. Rays of golden blade light separated from the sword, and in an instant, another golden dragon condensed, following the sword force, it bared its fangs and brandished its claws as it roared forward. In an instant, the sharp and berserk Strength Qi had already covered the surrounding space.

Yan Zhangkong had actually used the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique" once again.

However, his attack this time was very different from before. The instant the golden dragon roared, another golden dragon formed within its body, and within that golden dragon, a third golden dragon began to take shape.

Three golden dragons, one wrapped around the other. Whether it was the Strength Qi that was emitted or the aura fluctuations, they were all several times more tyrannical than before. In the blink of an eye, that abnormally terrifying aura had already distorted the air, and in everyone's line of sight, that small area seemed to have become illusory and unreal.

"Three Dragons Illusory Spirit, Zhangkong is really going all out this time!"

Not far away, when the young man called Zhong Feng saw this, his expression could not help but change, "I hope that after this attack, Tang Huan will still be able to keep his life!"

The other three young men did not say anything, but their expressions were exactly the same as Zhong Feng's.

Behind them, the rest of the Martial Warriors s felt a trace of shock in their hearts.

After the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique" unleashed the "Three Dragons Illusory Spirit", its power was indeed extremely terrifying. The moment they felt the aura fluctuations, everyone's hearts involuntarily trembled, as if their entire bodies were about to be torn apart by the incomparably sharp Strength Qi.

At the back of the crowd, Ouyang Yuntian, Tu Peng and the others were all ecstatic, especially Tu Peng. He was extremely excited, causing his slightly distorted face to glow red.

This Tang Huan was truly courting death!

Yan Zhangkong wanted to stop. If he agreed, then this matter would be over, but he actually wanted Yan Zhangkong to hand over his belongings. He really thought that Yan Zhangkong, who was a Martial Lord of the eighth step, would be afraid of a small Stage Seven Martial Master like him. The reason why he wanted to stop was because he did not want to kill anyone.

"This is your final trump card?"

Before the golden dragon could even roar, the extremely sharp Strength Qi had already swept over.

Tang Huan was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, and his heart could not help but tremble slightly. He immediately sensed that Yan Zhangkong's attack was unusual, but he did not panic. In between his mind instructs (in a second), the "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" inside the Dantian was like a spirit pellet, spinning at an even faster speed.

In a blink of an eye, the blazing power of the Spiritual Fire had already fused with the Genuine Qi and seeped into the long spear.

He had originally wanted to leave the "Nirvana Sacred Fire" untouched, but from the looks of it, if he were to use even a little bit of the power of the Spiritual Fire, he would not be able to withstand this sword strike.

"Chi!"

In the next moment, the Dragon and Phoenix Lance in Tang Huan's hand thrusted out.

The body of the spear trembled, the spearhead rotated like lightning, the blazing fiery red aura roared out like a collapsing dam, a fireball condensed and formed at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, rapidly expanding, in the blink of an eye, it had become extremely large, the terrifying heat seemed to want to burn the air.

Yan Zhangkong was still using the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique", while Tang Huan was still using the "Profound Fire Transformation" style of the "Flaming Rainbow Spear Art" to deal with it.

"Boom!"

Amidst the piercing sound, the fireball abruptly exploded.

The crowd did not even blink. The scene that they had seen before appeared once again, but this time, it was countless times more intense than before. Amidst the dense sounds of collisions, countless streaks of fiery red light whizzed along with the momentum of the spear, covering the sky and covering the earth, and covering the triple golden dragon.

At this moment, everyone felt as if their ears were about to be deafened. Their line of sight was already somewhat blurry, and they could only see two balls of golden and red light exploding crazily. They were so bright and dazzling that it was hard to look at them, and even the figures of Tang Huan and Yan Zhangkong were engulfed by the shattered neon light.

Following that, an incomparably ferocious Strength Qi that carried a terrifying heat unrestrainedly surged in all directions.

"Ding!"

After a split-second, a familiar crisp sound burst forth. Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they immediately looked over, only to see two figures quickly retreating, it was Tang Huan and Yan Zhangkong. But just when everyone wanted to see if Tang Huan was injured or dead, the moment he landed on the ground, he suddenly shot forward like a wild horse, the spear in his hand slashed out with a dazzling luster, smashing towards the left side of Yan Zhangkong's waist with the force of sweeping away a thousand troops.

At this moment, Yan Zhangkong did not even have the time to stand firm as he hastily brandished his sword.

"Clang!"

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