Chapter 739: The Hua Character Technique Shows Its Power, Yan Zheng Takes Action and Easily Suppresses

The young man Yan Zheng below saw this scene and immediately snorted, but his expression was full of worry. He flew to the young man Ci Qibai's side and protected him behind him, for fear of any accident.

Listening to the words of the young man Yan Zheng, and feeling the talent flowing out of his body, the young man Ci Qibai still didn't understand that he had fallen into the opponent's move, and looking at the reaction of the young man Yan Zheng, it was obvious that he was aware of the opponent's method. .

But why didn't he notice it himself?

Young Ci Qibai's thoughts quickly turned around, and he soon thought of the gorgeous brilliance that enveloped him just now. It was obvious that the other party had done something to him at that time.

But, how did the other party do it? Didn't you notice at all?

"Character Transformation Technique!"

A flash of light suddenly flashed in young man Ci Qibai's mind. Hua Zi Jue, one of the two major Zi Lu Ya Sheng's inheritance, can transform all things and talents. Moreover, if one practices Hua Zi Jue to a high level, one can even quietly transform it. The talents in other people's meridians are silently removed, which makes people hard to guard against.

However, it is extremely difficult to practice the Transformation Jue. Not to mention that the inheritance of Ziluya Saint has long been lost in the world. Even if you obtain the Transformation Jue, it requires extremely high comprehension and precise control of talents. Therefore, the Transformation Jue It was only in records and classics that Ci Qibai had never seen it.

"good."

After young Yan Zheng heard Ci Qibai say "Hua Zi Jue", he nodded slightly and said, "The brilliance of the collision just now contains many wisps of sword energy with the word "Hua", but you did not beware."

"Moreover, his control of talent and understanding of the Transformation Technique has reached the level of entering a palace. Even I only realized that he was using the Transformation Technique when he pinched his hands to activate the Technique."

Listening to the young man Yan Zheng's narration, the young man Ci Qi Bai's expression became more solemn. He looked at Zhong Qi, who was holding a long sword and looking indifferent on the other side of the ring, and a chill could not help but feel in his heart.

He originally thought that his biggest opponent in this battle would be Fang Jide, who was famous for his poetry. However, he did not expect that this young man named Zhong Qi would bring him such a big "surprise".

"With the Transformation Technique in your body, you are no longer fit to fight. Leave the next step to me."

The young man Yanzheng glanced at Ci Qibai and spoke slowly. Then, he stepped forward, and the cyan talent burst out from his body, like an invisible storm, sweeping around.

I saw that he also took out a long sword from the jade pendant. This sword had a cold light, but it was similar to the water cold sword held by the young man Ci Qibai that I had seen before. But the difference was that the sword in Yan Zheng's hand did not come from the sword itself. It is not forged, but comes from the pure white sword tassel hanging lightly from the sword tail.

It is the semi-holy treasure, Donglin Sword Spike.

The pure white sword spike is like the crystal ice condensed on the branches in winter. Every breeze blowing by seems to carry the bone-chilling chill of the far north, slowly penetrating the sword body and covering the surface with a thin layer of frost. , adding a bit of inviolable majesty.

The sword tassel is pure white, just like the ice on the branches in winter. A trace of cold energy emanates from the sword tassel and pours into the long sword, causing the surface of the long sword to be covered with a light layer of frost. This sword tassel It is Donglin Sword Spike.

Yan Zheng stood with his sword in hand. The tip of the sword was slightly slanted and pointed directly at the ground. He was surrounded by the fierce sword energy. His eyes were like torches and he looked directly at Zhong Qi and Zhong Qi. His voice was cold and firm: "I'm Yan Zheng, I'd like to learn some good tricks." Yan Zheng, please enlighten me. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the energy in Yan Zheng's body exploded, like a blue torrent, pouring into the long sword along his arm. In an instant, sharp sword energy spurted out from the sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at Zhong Qi. and Fang Jide.

At the same time, the Donglin sword spike resonated with Yan Zheng's talent. The ice crystals on it shone, and the cold air became even worse. It turned into thin cold currents, flowing along the spine of the sword, heading towards the two of them, wherever they passed. , the air seemed to be frozen, leaving traces of ice that were invisible to the naked eye.

Zhongqi looked solemn, with energy surging in his body. He waved his left hand quickly, and the warm yellow "royal" character text condensed and formed in the air, turning into indestructible shields, layer upon layer, trying to block the incoming waves like a tide. Sword energy and ice.

Clang!

The confrontation between the long sword and the invisible barrier was like the roar of dragons and the chirping of phoenixes, stirring up waves of sharp clashing sounds of gold and iron, echoing across the arena, shocking everyone. The spike of Donglin Sword is like the source of frost, continuously pouring out biting cold air, trying to freeze the barrier released by Zhong Qi invisible, and the air is filled with a heart-stopping coldness.

When Fang Jide saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly and he did not dare to slack off at all. The talent in his body was surging like a river, and the illusory figure like a hermit moved with it. He waved the fishing rod lightly in his hand, as if what was under the fishing rod was neither fish nor water, but the purest talent in the world.

Wisps of talent as thin as gossamer, like a spiritual snake coming out of its hole, cleverly wrap around the young Yan Zheng, trying to restrain the wild and unruly sword intent.

The face was stern, and as the long sword danced, a bloody word "kill" was outlined in the air. The word seemed to contain thousands of killing intentions, and instantly integrated into the sword body, making the long sword's sword energy doubled and unparalleled.

At the same time, the cold air released by the Donglin Sword Spike was even worse, like the coldest north wind in winter, raging along the sword's edge, not only freezing the air, but also making every inch of space on the arena seem to have fallen into an icy hell. , the temperature plummeted, making people shudder.

Fang Jide and the other two looked solemn. While they were attacking, they were also resisting the sharp sword energy of the young Yan Zheng. As for the cold air entering their bodies, Zhong Chang and Fang Jide were not afraid, because long before the two of them went on stage, Zhong Chang had injected a "transformation" spell into their bodies to dissolve the cold air.

Yan Zheng's sword was not only extremely sharp, but also contained an indescribable killing intent. This killing intent was like a substance, which made Fang Jide and the other two almost unable to breathe. They retreated step by step, and the situation was precarious.

"So strong!"

"Is the strength of this young man so terrifying?"

"He suppressed Fang Jide and Zhong Chang alone?"

Below the ring, everyone looked at Fang Jide and the other two who were completely suppressed by the young Yan Zheng, and their expressions were full of shock.

Because Ci Qibai had been the only one to attack before, they ignored Yan Zheng's existence. They had to defeat both the young Ci Qibai and the young Yan Zheng at the same time to win. For a moment, everyone's eyes on the young Ci Qibai and the young Yan Zheng changed.

They thought that only Ci Qibai was difficult to deal with, but now it seems that Yan Zheng is also an extremely terrifying existence. Either of them has the strength to fight Fang Jide and Zhong Chou alone.

"Who are these two people?"

Everyone talked about it, full of curiosity about the identities of the young Ci Qibai and Yan Zheng.

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