Chapter 920 Crazy Fight

Chapter 920 Crazy Fight

"Roar!" "Roar!"...

In the fierce battlefield, Tan Zong was completely furious. He roared like a wild beast. His black hair was unkempt and his face was ferocious. He looked like a wild man rushing out of the ancient forest. Same, crazy to the extreme.

Every time he swung the sword, he tried his best, enough to kill a cultivator at the fifth level of the sect in an instant.

Compared to Tan Zong's craziness, Qin Yi always behaves calmly. Although Tan Zong is the number one master in Daliang, his strength, if placed in the Jiuzhou Holy See, is at Yu Yu's level. Qin Yi fights him, There is no need to exert all your strength at all.

If he attacks with all his strength, Tan Zong will not be able to get out even five moves in his hands.

The smoke spear in his hand was completely integrated into the natural avenue. With every blow, the space was distorted, like streams of flowing water, forming a spectacle.

"Chinese boy, get down here!"

During the fierce battle, Tan Zong roared wildly, and his tall body suddenly flew in front of Qin Yi, and his broad sword struck Qin Yi fiercely.

"roll!"

Looking at the sword that was about to strike, Qin Yi shouted coldly, stabbed the smoke spear in his hand, and hit the blade of the sword without any bias.

"Ding!"

The gun and knife collided, making a loud and ear-piercing sound that almost pierced a person's eardrum.

Tan Zong only felt that the power transmitted from the green spear was equal to that of tens of millions. His whole arm suddenly went numb, and under the soles of his feet, there was a "chi" sound, and more than ten strokes were suddenly made. Zhangyuan.

"Tan Zong, with your current strength, it is still difficult to defeat me or even kill me!"

Qin Yi slowly raised his gun and pointed at Tan Zong from a distance. He always acted calmly and calmly: "Although you are unable to do anything to me with your current strength, Shi Yun begs you humbly, you can actually hurt her like this, so we This battle will not end peacefully."

The poetry in the crowd heard Qin Yi's words very clearly. That graceful and charming body suddenly trembled. In an instant, tears filled her eyes, and she murmured in silence: "Qin Yi..."

For the first time, she discovered that this young man named Qin Yi was so handsome and lovable.

Gong Jinde, who was beside her, saw her dazed look, and his mouth twitched slightly without leaving any trace: "Poetry Yun!"

His Majesty Daliang, who was wearing luxurious imperial robes, and the other civil and military ministers of the DPRK and China, all looked ugly. Tan Zong, the top master of Daliang, was in this battle with the Chinese boy, and as a citizen of Daliang, Shi Yun, He even has the status of one of the six iron guards of the Daliang royal family, but he has always been on the side of the Chinese boy.

At this moment, he was actually moved to tears by the Chinese boy's words.

The Chinese boy was once Shiyun's savior, so some of Shiyun's behaviors are understandable. However, at this time, she unabashedly showed a nymphomaniac look to the Chinese boy. In this situation, , is something that no Daliang people can endure.

In the center of the training ground.

Tan Zong, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, turned and glanced at Shiyun from a distance, taking in the entire sight of Shiyun's dazed expression. In his chest, a huge fire of jealousy suddenly burned, and he roared: "Young man from China, go ahead." Die!"

He held a domineering sword and rushed towards Qin Yi. On the broad sword, the blood glow was loud and dazzling. The entire training ground was reflected in blood red. In the mad rush, the whole person turned into a A dense phantom.

So amazing!

Everyone watching the battle all around exclaimed.

However, when the young man from China looked at the densely packed shadows of Tan Zong rushing towards him, he shook his head with slight disdain: "Nothing."

The profound energy in his body surged crazily, and his whole person suddenly disappeared on the spot, and all the dense shadows of Tan Zong were suddenly gone.

The next moment, those densely packed phantoms of Tan Zong disappeared, leaving only the real Tan Zong standing there in a daze, with his chest rising and falling violently.

He tried his best to strike, but in the end, it was in vain. You can imagine how angry he was at this time.

In fact, from the beginning to the present of this battle, Qin Yi has been playing with Tan Zong like a monkey.

Tan Zong and Qin Yi are not on the same level at all!

Sudden.

Tan Zong, who stood there in a daze, with jealousy burning in his chest, felt a sharp pain on his vest, as if there was an invisible force that stabbed him through in an instant.

Killing intent!

What a strong killing intent!

Tan Zong was shocked, feeling very uneasy, and turned around hastily. Sure enough, behind him, he saw the Chinese boy, his whole body and the smoke spear in his hand, in a straight line, exploding towards him from thirty feet away. The stabbing attack reached its limit and turned into an afterimage.

Tan Zong didn't have time to think too much, his tall body just subconsciously flew up diagonally.

laugh!

The smoke-cloud spear stuck to his lapel and stabbed past him, missing him by just a hair.

Tan Zong broke out in a cold sweat, feeling like he was surviving a disaster. However, the Chinese boy's attack followed him like a shadow. Before he could take a breath, the Chinese boy's spear in his hand suddenly swung upwards.

"Peng!"

This attack was so fast that Tan Zong couldn't dodge it. The Yanyun spear hit his legs hard. Suddenly, Tan Zong felt that his legs were almost broken by the spear. His huge body was also Like a leaf in the wind, it was lifted dozens of feet high without any weight.

As he was flying, he looked down and felt bitter. He saw Qin Yi below, already holding a spear upwards against the sky. The tip of the spear, which was cold in the sun, was pointed directly at his heart.

"ah!"

Such a scene made everyone watching the battle scream out in surprise.

"Chinese boy, if you want to kill me, it's not that easy!"

Tan Zong roared angrily, suddenly opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood on the sword. The sword swelled when it saw the wind. In the blink of an eye, it swelled to a full five feet long and half a foot wide.

He held a five-foot-long shocking sword in both hands and danced wildly, creating an airtight wall of swords around him.

"when!"

The tip of Qin Yi's spear hit the wall of swords hard, and he felt that his arm was also slightly numb, and the smoke cloud spear lost its accuracy.

As for Tan Zong, the jaws of both hands were shattered by the shock, leaving a bloody mess. The five-foot-long shocking sword even let go and flew to the side.

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