Chapter 308: Ancient Nobility (3/3)

The purple Tianlong shouted like thunder, and the silent roar swept across!

Momentum belongs to the level of consciousness, and the array can only block physical attacks, and it can't do anything to aura.

Puff puff puff, at least ninety-nine percent of the people fell from their seats and fell to the ground one by one. Even those at the spiritual sea level were panicked and filled with great awe.

Yang Zhan stopped abruptly, the big green snake behind his head was crushed, his face turned pale, and his hands trembled slightly.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, since the momentum is at the level of consciousness, once it is damaged, it will also hurt the consciousness. Now his mind is in chaos, as if being pricked by a needle, it is extremely painful!

He wanted to reunite the gods, but his consciousness was confused. The big snake collapsed just after it was half-condensed, and it happened several times in a row.

The god can't function normally, how can he condense the spiritual energy of the world and increase his attack?

what on earth is it?

Yang Zhan looked at the furious purple fire dragon above Zhou Heng's head. As a quasi-formation state that was about to become a real god, he could be sure that it was definitely not a god! But since he is not a god, why can he disperse his god?

Gods Gods are the condensing and sublimation of divine consciousness, how could they be crushed by the opponent's aura?

Besides, if the gods were shaken away by the ancestors in the embryonic state, it would be excusable. After all, the strength of the gods on both sides is not at the same level, but this person is Zhou Heng... He couldn't help it anyway. accept!

Teng!

In an inconspicuous corner around the arena, an old man stood up abruptly, fixed his eyes on the purple dragon-shaped flame on Zhou Heng's head, and exclaimed: "Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon! This is the blood of Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon! No! Thinking that there are still descendants in the Zhou clan!"

He is the ancestor of Jietaijing who came to sit in town this time. His name is Yuan Shixiang. He is a direct disciple of Yangtian Shengzhe. He is now over two thousand years old. He has seen a lot in his long life. But it still shocked him so much that his face moved, which shows the extent of the excitement in his heart.

After a long time, he sat down again and thought: "Before, a peerless figure who was suspected to be a god-turning figure appeared in the death forest, and now the blood of the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon, which has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, has reappeared. Is it really as predicted in ancient legends? , a cataclysm sweeping the entire world is about to happen?"

There was silence all around, and it took a few minutes for whispers to gradually begin, and everyone looked at Zhou Heng in awe.

They didn't know what was going on, but looking at the people around them, a sense of awe naturally rose from the bottom of their hearts, making them just want to bow at Zhou Heng's feet and offer their loyalty to the emperor.

Although Yang Zhan's aura is domineering, compared with Zhou Heng, he is like a bandit, without that sense of nobility!

Zhou Heng strode towards Yang Zhan, raised his fists, and instantly turned into a piece of gold, and above his head was a purple sky dragon roaring furiously. He walked faster and faster, hey, the Xunyun Liuguang step was activated, and he pushed the speed to the extreme!

Boom!

Like a streamer, he cut in front of Yang Zhan and punched out.

"Hmph!" Yang Zhanqiang raised his fighting spirit, and with a thought, a spiritual power barrier was formed in front of him, but just after it was formed, it shattered with a clang, and the golden fist struck towards him irresistibly.

He was taken aback, and hurriedly set up another layer of spiritual power barrier, clang, this still couldn't completely block the bombardment of the golden fist.

Clang clang clang, Yang Zhan even set up a seven-layer spiritual power barrier, and finally stopped the golden fist, but at this moment, Zhou Heng swung another fist and blasted at him again.

It is quite strenuous for Yang Zhan to set up a seven-layer spiritual power barrier. Even if the spiritual sea is surging and the spiritual power is endless for a strong man in the spiritual sea realm, he can't stand such a violent consumption. Exhaustion!

But Zhou Heng's fist has already come over!

He let out a muffled grunt, stepped a little, and retreated quickly.

However, comparing his speed with Zhou Heng who possessed the Swift Cloud Flowing Light Step, he was simply deceiving himself. Zhou Heng caught up with him as soon as he moved, and the golden fist hit him in the face impartially.

Boom!

He immediately flew up out of thin air, and landed heavily after drawing an arc, half of his cheeks immediately swelled up.

——Zhou Heng's fists were tempered by the physique of the gold-devouring clan, and the power of his melee attacks far surpassed that of Yiyu's long-range strikes.

Yang Zhan stood up immediately, and his swollen cheeks quickly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the redness and swelling also disappeared, returning to a white jade-like color, as if he hadn't been punched at all.

But in full view, with so many pairs of eyes seeing it, how can it be true that nothing happened?

It's not that the Raptors can't pass the river, Zhou Heng is arrogant, but he does have the capital to be arrogant!

The sound of sucking air continued, everyone looked at Zhou Heng more and more in awe, but the eyes of Ying Mengfan and the girls became blurred, wishing to throw themselves into Zhou Heng's arms immediately.

Yang Zhan looked at Zhou Heng coldly, stretched out his hands again, and a layer of gray floated up, and his whole person's aura also changed drastically in an instant, from the original domineering and lonely to gloomy and frightening, as if he had emerged from the grave. The corpse crawling out of it, ashes, decay, and evil!

His skin dried up quickly, his hair fell off one after another, and his eyes had no eyeballs, turning white.

Although Yang Zhan's figure is not burly, he is muscular, and it has absolutely nothing to do with being thin, but now his flesh and blood seem to have evaporated, and his skin is tightly attached to his bones, like a body covered with human skin. The skeleton, just looking at it makes people shudder!

Incomparably evil!

"What kind of secret technique is this?"

"I've never seen Yang Zhan use it before!"

"Hiss, it's so evil, even though there is a formation blocking it, and there is such a long distance, I still have a feeling of chills all over my body!"

"Yang Zhan is the most outstanding member of the Yang family of the thirteen major powers of the Tianlong Emperor. How could he not have some secrets!"

"This is the background of a super wealthy family!"

There were voices of discussion all around again, and everyone couldn't hide the shock in their hearts.

"Zhou Heng, you will reap the consequences!" Yang Zhan said coldly, raised his right hand, and a black shadow flashed by Zhou Heng's side, forming a black ghost in a flash.

Zhou Heng frowned. The ghost exuded a strong evil spirit, which caused him to instinctively feel endless disgust. There was also a cold air, which caused the temperature around him to drop sharply, and it seemed that even the flow of blood would freeze. live!

"Corpse shadow!" In the distance, Yuan Shixiang frowned tightly, with a strong disgust on his face, "I heard that the Yang family may have been inherited from the ancient ghost corpse sect, and I always thought it was just a rumor. Sure enough, there is no wind without waves, it is true!"

"Back then, the Ghost Corpse Sect was rampant in the world, almost invincible. It's a pity...they met a top figure who would only appear once in a million years, and they were almost wiped out by the Eternal Emperor! Hehe, now the inheritors of the Ghost Corpse Sect have met again. It's God's will to kill Ziyan Tianlong!"

"The corpse shadow ignores all defenses, hurts people's consciousness, and is extremely vicious!"

"But Ziyan Tianlong is the right fire of heaven and earth, and he specializes in conquering all evils. Yang Zhan is really unlucky. If he changes an opponent, even if he is stronger than him, he may capsize in the gutter. It happened to be restrained!"

"This battle, Yang Zhan will definitely lose!"

Yuan Shixiang sighed quietly, a little desolate, after all, Yang Zhannai was the key object of Wu Ge's meticulous training, but he was going to be defeated by a new student, which made his teacher feel ashamed.

The ghost stared at Zhou Heng, turned around, grinned suddenly, and screamed at him. The mouth was wider than a human head, black as a bottomless pit.

"Get out!" Zhou Heng raised his thick eyebrows, and shouted loudly, the purple fire dragon above his head roared at the same time, boom, the domineering aura rolled, and the ghost immediately turned into countless broken shadows without even a trace of resistance , have dispersed.

Yang Zhan was dumbfounded, looked at Zhou Heng in disbelief, even pointed at Zhou Heng with a finger, and said in a trembling voice: "You, you..." His eyes flashed suddenly, and he exclaimed, "Zi Yan Tianlong!"

This is the second time Zhou Heng has heard the words of Ziyan Tianlong. Mao Yuheng exclaimed like this before, but Zhou Heng didn't take it seriously at the time. Now that he heard Yang Zhan exclaimed like this, he finally paid attention.

"Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon?"

"What it is?"

"seems very amazing!"

"It's really powerful, it shattered that ghost in an instant! Don't you know that the Yang family is said to have received the inheritance of the ancient Ghost Corpse Sect!"

"What ghost corpse sect, no matter how the name sounds, it makes people creepy?"

The discussion below was wave after wave, like ocean waves.

On the contrary, Yang Zhan calmed down. After all, he is a genius who has stepped into the embryonic state with one foot. If he didn't even have this city, he would not be able to make it this far. He stared at Zhou Heng, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It turns out that you are an ancient nobleman, and you are disrespectful!"

With a light leap, he had already left the ring, without looking back, he said: "This battle, I admit defeat!"

Give up!

Tianhe King Yang Zhan actually conceded defeat, it is unbelievable, even when facing Ice Phoenix Girl and Giant Python King, Yang Zhan would not concede defeat!

Also, after the ancient nobles, what does this mean?

Yang Zhan has a very powerful influence in the Martial Pavilion. As soon as he left, more than a hundred people followed him, and many of them glared at Zhou Heng, apparently blaming him for making their war god-like master appear in public. It hurts face to admit defeat.

"Congratulations, Brother Zhou!" Sang Qingshan came striding forward. Naturally, there were many followers around him, and the number was also no less than a hundred, but each of them kept a distance of more than three feet from him, as if it was right to get closer. He was disrespectful.

Zhou Heng smiled, cupped his hands in salute, and said, "It's not worth mentioning!"

"Haha, Brother Zhou is definitely the first one to admit defeat, so isn't that worthy of congratulations?" Sang Qingshan laughed and changed the topic, "But I really didn't expect that Brother Zhou actually owned the Purple Flame Tianlong Bloodline!" (To be continued.)