Chapter 1653: The Bow Is Full and the Arrow Is Released

For someone like Zhongli Yan.

You can laugh at his repeated defeats.

You can laugh at his stubbornness.

You can laugh at his lack of self-esteem.

But you can't laugh at his efforts, and you can't laugh at his talent.

Whether it's the orthodox path of cultivation or the path of martial arts cultivation, he can reach the top level of his peers.

The strength of this Huangliang Sword Art is definitely not inferior to any top sword classics in the realm of the gods.

Unlike Zhang Xun's extremely condensed sword energy into silk, his sword energy is another kind of solidity, a unity of force and intention.

But it broke at this moment.

Together with the sword style that was unfolding.

And Jiang Wang just drew his sword!

Before blooming, the supernatural power can only be regarded as the seed of supernatural power.

After blooming, the supernatural power is called supernatural power.

Counting on one's fingers, the real sword immortal has not appeared in front of people for half a year.

This is the half year of rapid growth after the gods, and this is another half year that Jiang Wang has not wasted.

The audience sitting here today is undoubtedly blessed.

There were not many people who could see Jiang Wang fully display the power of the sword immortal. And most of them... were already dead.

At this moment, Zhongli Yan cut out the yellow millet dream with a sword, splitting the space into pages and forming a yellow millet book.

Jiang Wang drew the sword at the spine of the book.

The sword performed the magical power of all methods, and the light shone in an instant.

What fell from the sky was the Huacheng carved by the flames!

In other words, the city was not actually gorgeous. But every detail was specific, and the fireworks were real. Because it carried memories and shone with the firelight, it was particularly bright.

Always think of the old people and the old city.

Then use this style to move the world!

There was a low cry from the stands.

Zuo Guanglie was a real and powerful person in the border wilderness back then, and he was quite famous on the grassland. He had created the flames for a long time at that time, making it the most famous basic Taoist art of fire. And the idea of ​​the flames burning the city had already taken shape at that time. When he used it for the first time in a war at the age of nineteen, it became his most representative Taoist technique.

Many people recognized this technique.

Of course, they had only heard of its description.

At this time, the Flame City reappeared, burning in the Canglang Arena. It was like a legend replaying, making people recall the passing years.

Huang Sheli on the sidelines was stunned for a moment.

She couldn't help but think of the scene she saw when she was half-crouching on the martial arts stage next to the Guanhe Terrace to watch the battle the year before last - the young man in green clothes pressed a beautiful flame flower on the face of Xiang Mou, who showed the body of a thief swallower, and pressed him to the ground.

It was that scene that made her break free from those dazzling beautiful appearances and see the beauty of the so-called Fairy Jiang.

It is the beauty of the divine appearance.

And how was that time different from now?

The young man at that time already had the power of a god, and the flame flower at that time had built Huacheng.

Boom!

This magnificent Flame City fell directly. Instantly destroyed the Huangliang sword, sent the dream back to the present world, and smashed Zhongli Yan down from the sky with his sword, causing the blood dragon to wail!

Zhongli Yan spat out a large mouthful of blood, but it was as easy as spitting out saliva. He only fell a few feet and then turned over and stood up, like a dragon soaring into the abyss. He was still full of energy and his blood was surging.

The strong physique of a warrior is also their biggest reliance in fighting. It is also the reason why Zhongli Yan can still be alive and kicking after provoking Dou Zhao many times.

At this moment.

The terrifying flame flow mixed with blood and blood, and the air was filled with an indescribable burnt smell.

Jiang Wang just swung his sword in the fragments of space!

This smell instantly expanded to the extreme, like a surging sea, filling Zhongli Yan's sense of smell in an instant.

Even a man with a strong will like him was in a trance for a moment.

The spirit, soul, qi and blood of a warrior are condensed as one, especially for a strong man like Zhongli Yan who has stepped into the 21st level of martial arts. Although he cannot release his spiritual consciousness and interfere with reality, it is almost impossible to hurt him from the spirit level. If the spirit rashly breaks into the sea of ​​​​the soul of a warrior, it will probably be burned by the blood first.

Therefore, the six desires bodhisattva that Jiang Wang cut out with this sword did not start from the sea of ​​​​the soul, but interfered with reality with spiritual consciousness and guided the "smell" of the six desires.

The power is far less than the soul level, but sometimes the application of Taoism is more about "suitability".

Use the smell to deceive his heart, and then step closer.

Jiang Wang pulled the sword horizontally, but the wind and clouds surged, and the spirits of the seven constellations appeared together, and the violent turbulent qi flow was cut on Zhongli Yan!

This time, Zhongli Yan fell without delay, almost like a meteorite, hitting the ground heavily, and the floor tiles engraved with powerful array patterns made a cracking sound.

With the place where his back landed as the center, the city defense-level floor tiles seemed to be sunken.

The pain of skin and flesh being torn apart was nothing, and the damage to internal organs was just a common occurrence.

What Zhongli Yan didn't want to admit the most was that at this moment when his body hit the floor tiles, he felt a kind of pressure.

A pressure similar to facing Dou Zhao!

It's not that Jiang Wang's power has any overwhelming advantage. Although those magic skills and swordsmanship are very powerful, Zhongli Yan is not a person without experience, and he is not without corresponding means.

But the feeling of being restricted everywhere and being deprived of the initiative at every step made him quite stiff and restrained during the battle. He had a strong physique and the ultimate swordsmanship in this realm, but he could only be beaten by the head.

It seemed that every step he took was within the opponent's expectations. Or, in other words, he always walks in the kind of forced choice.

Like a fish struggling in a net, he can't break free from the invisible giant net.

When they met in the Mountain and Sea Realm, he thought he had the strength to win. Today, he is more than a hundred times stronger than he was then. But he didn't have any chance to fight.

Such a result... How could he accept it? !

Crack, crack, crack.

His bones exploded one by one.

The dragon of the spine was released to the 21st section, opening the power of the 21st layer!

Buzz~~

There was a sound of a bowstring being fully pulled, which made the air begin to solidify. It was his muscles, which were tightened piece by piece at a terrifying speed.

Like the precise puppet parts, the arrangement was completed in an instant, and every part of the body was bursting with power.

The faint vibration of the void, like the roar of a beast, was his roaring blood.

This power expanded to the limit, causing the space to distort.

And the dragon of blood and qi soared up, and blood-colored flames ignited outside his body. This blood flame did not show any evil at all, but was magnificent and bright, as fierce as the sun, with awe-inspiring majesty.

This blood flame also boiled on Zhongli Yan's body.

At this moment, they seemed to be the same and connected.

The dragon of blood and qi shrank rapidly, suddenly fell, and fell on the Nanyue Sword, wrapped around the hilt. Like an illusory blood rope, it entangled Zhongli Yan's palm and the hilt together, and then disappeared.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sound.

Crack.

The floor tile where Zhongli Yan's back was pressed against spread spider-web-like cracks!

Whoosh!

All the majesty, grandeur, and excitement...

In the end, there was only a very light "sound".

The bow was full of arrows.

He rushed towards Jiang Wang again at an astonishing speed.

This process was so fast that it could not be captured by sight.

But rumble!

What greeted him was another flame burning the city.

Too precise, too appropriate.

All this happened almost at the same time, giving people the impression that Zhongli Yan suddenly exploded, and then arrogantly hit the flame city with his flesh.

Zhongli Yan, who had fully released the power of the twenty-first level of martial arts, actually resisted the Flame City at this moment.

The veins on his arms bulged like dragons, and the sword of Nanyue made the space buzz.

The man and the Flame City were fixed in mid-air!

For a moment, people couldn't tell whether the red flames of the flames burning the city were more intense, or the blood flames surrounding Zhongli Yan were more boiling.

But Jiang Wang didn't intend to distinguish.

The figure in green shirt walked in the Flame City, like a sword fairy in the sky, walking in his fairyland.

In the brilliant firelight and familiar street scenes, his sword light was still flying.

At this moment, it was completely unclear how many swords he had used, and people could only see the torrent of magic and supernatural powers——

The gray-white one was the light of rotten wood.

The red one was the true fire of Samadhi.

Jealousy, anger, and Bifang seal.

The one-legged divine bird raised its head and flapped its wings.

Hundreds of birds greeted the phoenix, chirping, and then there was the eight sounds burning the sea!

The evil seal glowed dimly.

The sword light rose again, and suddenly the Buzhou Wind was cut out!

Under this torrent, Zhongli Yan kept falling, and kept falling. He swung his sword hundreds and thousands of times, but he could only keep falling--

Bang!

He fell to the ground again, and fell right back to the place where he fell before, and his whole body was embedded in it tightly. The floor tiles that had already broken were directly turned into powder and floated in the wind!

The surrounding stands were frighteningly quiet for a while.

Wu Yanlanzhu's heart jumped to her throat, and she almost shouted, but she bit her lips tightly in the dead silence around her.

And then she realized that her hands had been pinched by her good sister to the point of turning white and blue.

Swish!

In the complex and different eyes of the spectators, the last frost-white Buzhou Wind suddenly bent in front of Zhongli Yan's neck and returned.

Jiang Wang put the sword back into the sheath, and with one hand pressed the Huodou Seal, he had already smoothed out the turbulent flow of vital energy, chaotic sword energy, blood energy, and even space fragments around him.

His frosty wind also dissipated, the red flames also disappeared, and the light of the wheel of heaven was condensed into the invisible.

For a moment, the sky was clear and the earth was clear, and there was peace all around. Only a calm blue shirt stood in the world with a graceful demeanor. It seemed that all the glorious things just now... had never happened.

Only Zhongli Yan, who was lying on his back on the ground, was exhausted, and his confused eyes... could still explain a little bit of the intensity of the battle.

It could still describe a little bit of his mood.

He never really underestimated the heroes of the world, and he never underestimated himself.

No matter when, no matter how badly he lost in front of Dou Zhao, he never gave up on himself.

The Great Chu was established for thousands of years, and the human race has a history of tens of thousands of years. There are countless people.

He believes that he always has a place.

He believed that he must have extraordinary talents, must have an extraordinary mission, and must be able to overcome everything——

But it would be fine if he was born to fight Dou Zhao, but how could there be another Jiang Wang in the world?

He was younger than Dou Zhao, but the pressure he brought to him was similar to that of Dou Zhao.

He was completely suppressed throughout the battle, and could not find any chance, so that he could not feel unwilling!

At this time, a hand reached out in front of him.

Then, the increasingly immortal face of the Marquis of Wu'an of Da Qi looked at him calmly.

There was no ridicule, no pity, just a very ordinary...similar to "seeing a passerby fall, reach out to help", it was such a common emotion.

"This thief is still different from Dou Zhao. Dou Zhao usually steps on him at this time..."

Zhongli Yan thought inexplicably.

Pah!

With a slap, he slapped the hand in front of him away.

Zhong Liyan turned over and jumped up, jumped out of the human-shaped pit, and said angrily: "I didn't pay attention this time and let you take advantage. Wait for me. I will make sure you look good next time!"

Then he looked around threateningly and walked away.

Look at that swaggering posture, as if he is the winner.

Jiang Wang looked at his back in surprise.

Of course I'm not surprised by this guy's attitude, but I'm surprised by his resilience...

If it was caused by an abnormality, he would not be able to recover from such an injury unless he nursed it for a few days.

Zhong Liyan just patted his butt, as if nothing happened.

He couldn't help but remind himself in his heart - if he had to fight to the death with martial arts monks in the future, he must not give them a chance to recover. If you can die, you will die, and if you can be disabled, you must be disabled. First, destroy all possibilities of resistance, and then talk about other things.

The beautiful emcee named Bian Qiang in the Canglang Arena was still announcing the results enthusiastically.

But Jiang Wang had already turned around and left Qingya Terrace gracefully.

Of course Da Chu has outstanding people and talented people. Being able to make a name for himself in the Chu Kingdom was by no means an easy feat for Zhong Liyan.

But for today's Marquis Wu An, winning against Zhong Liyan is no longer something to be proud of.

The huge arches on both sides of the Qingya Platform once again fell, blocking off the figures of the geniuses from Qi.

…

The entire Qingya Terrace was in a state of excitement. Although the spectators in the stands were either rich or noble, they did not have to be so reserved in the arena. Some were whispering to each other, some were arguing loudly, and many were shouting Jiang Wang's name with enthusiastic expressions.

Some people are still not satisfied and are asking the people at Canglang Arena when they can arrange Jiang Wang's next duel.

Huang Relic ignored it.

No matter whether they are powerful or not, in Huang Sheli's eyes, they are all treated equally——

Just some paying customers.

Of course you should be enthusiastic about your customers.

But customers who have already paid...

She clenched the photo stone in her hand and left the table happily.

In principle, no one is allowed to take photos in the Canglang Arena...

But who made her one of the bosses?

There are three hundred VIP tickets, and most of them are discerning and can appreciate the details of this battle. Today Jiang Wang's control of the battle can be called an art.

And even if the cultivation level is insufficient, even with the help of the insight pattern, it is not enough to grasp the rhythm of the battle, you can still see the magnificence of this battle.

He Lian Zhaotu in the stands sighed with emotion: "Watching this battle is like appreciating the length of a masterpiece, I am satisfied and satisfied!"

Huang Budong, who was sitting next to him, also changed from his sleepy twilight state, his eyes were bright: "It was indeed a wonderful battle."

The breakdown of previous negotiations did not seem to affect their relationship.

In another seat, Yuwen Duo couldn't help but gasped: "Look at his performance today, his strength is no worse than that of General Na Liang, right?"

Helian Yunyun just shook his head slightly when he heard this.

Yuwen Duo trusted the princess's blue eyes, and was a little surprised: "Is this not as good as this?"

"This brother of mine..." He Lian couldn't hide his smile: "You should be compared with Cang Men."

Yu Wenduo was inspired by her statement: "Speaking of which, Rucheng and I are brothers. Rucheng's third brother is actually my third brother..."

Under Helian Yunyun's faint glance, he swallowed his voice.

The battle ended, and the audience in the stands discussed excitedly and gradually dispersed.

Only Chen Suan, who came from Jingguo, had been sitting silently on his seat, his face expressionless and his fingers constantly changing.

After a long time, it finally stopped.

But nothing was said.

Just sighed.