Chapter 1124 Where Are You?

The meaning of Jian Ying's words was very clear. He had to fight him first, and then he could fight Kong Yue.

This sentence was obviously said in the name of the disciples of the Sword Palace.

Kong Yue and the Nine Immortal Palace masters looked extremely ugly. Kong Yue looked at Jian Ying coldly and said, "I admit that you have good talent, but you are ranked low in the Nine Realms List and your realm is low. How can you be a match for Zhan Fengyang? What's the point of such a request?"

Many people were silent in their hearts. Kong Yue's words were actually not wrong. They were three realms apart, and the opponent was also a genius of the Palace. How could they fight?

There would be no difference between fighting first and fighting later.

"What did you say?" Fu Yunjing's expression flashed with a sharpness, and his eyes looked at Kong Yue, and his eyes seemed to be about to explode.

"Brother." Jian Ying glanced at Fu Yunjing, then looked at Jian Ying again, and said, "Whether it is meaningful or not is not for you to judge. This is my request. Even if I lose, I will be convinced."

Kong Yue's body trembled violently, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he said, "Okay, I'll let you fight first!"

At this moment, the vast crowd was in a state of shock. Jian Ying said that this was his request, and he was willing to win or lose.

They vaguely understood why Jian Ying did this.

I think he had expected to lose to Zhan Fengyang, but he still wanted to fight, to fight with Zhan Fengyang in his strongest state. Only in this way could he know how big the gap was.

"Is this a disciple of the Divine Palace?" Many young people murmured, looking at the figure as straight as a sword, and they couldn't help but feel admiration in their hearts. Most of them couldn't do such a straightforward and persistent mentality.

Zhan Fengyang stepped forward calmly, step by step to the central area of ​​the void, and appeared in the sight of countless people.

At this moment, he became the focus of the whole audience.

Hua Shiyan's beautiful eyes also stared at Zhan Fengyang. Although she didn't like the man she was going to marry at all, she had to admit that he was really, very good.

However, such a man was not what she wanted.

Jian Ying also looked at Zhan Fengyang, and a faint sword intent floated out from him, covering the space above.

"Let's start." Jian Ying uttered a voice, as if he was ready.

"Although you have your own pursuit, in my opinion, this pursuit is a bit ridiculous. Whether fighting with me in peak state or fighting with me who has already fought a battle, you will feel powerless." Zhan Fengyang said calmly: "So, what you said just now really doesn't make much sense."

Zhan Fengyang, in terms of identity and background, is not inferior to Jian Ying at all, so he doesn't need to save face for Jian Ying.

Today is his wedding, he is the protagonist, but what Jian Ying said just now has the meaning of stealing his limelight, and he is very unhappy.

Therefore, he will fight with all his strength next.

Jian Ying's eyes condensed when he heard this, then he nodded gently and said, "If you are angry, then fight."

After the voice fell, he took several steps in succession and stretched out his hand at the same time. The spiritual energy around the world was rioting wildly, turning into a spiritual sword, containing a variety of rule powers, all transformed into terrible sword energy, swallowing and spitting out destructive sword light.

"What a strong control of spiritual energy!" Everyone was shocked and stared at the spiritual sword in Jian Ying's hand. It is not difficult to turn spiritual energy into a sword, but being able to integrate multiple rules into the sword energy at the same time is not something that ordinary people in the third level of the Yuanhuang realm can do.

"In the Wilderness Competition, Jian Ying was the top eight player in the second realm. This alone is enough to show his extraordinaryness." Someone said.

"It's just a trick." Zhan Fengyang said lightly, is it difficult to turn spiritual energy into a sword?

He raised his palm, and there seemed to be a magical power in his palm. The space solidified, and the spiritual energy was directly compressed together, turning into a purple long sword. There was even a set of lines on the sword, like a real magic weapon, releasing a strong pressure wave.

Even at a very long distance, the crowd could feel the fluctuations from the purple sword, and their hearts could not help but tremble.

Emperor Wanhua looked at all this calmly, without a trace of ripples in his heart. He knew the strength of his disciples very well. Even if Jian Ying was Gu Mo's disciple, he would still lose when he met Feng Yang.

Without any signs, Jian Ying and Zhan Fengyang disappeared from the spot, and then a strong fluctuation came from the central void, as if there was a violent shock. Two vague figures could be vaguely seen flashing wildly in it, and the speed was extremely fast, like two sword lights competing.

"This..." Countless people seemed to have their breathing stagnated, their hearts stopped beating, and they stared at the scene in the void in amazement.

With a difference of three realms, they could actually fight to this extent?

At this time, Kong Yue, Qi Jinge, Cang Luo and others also looked solemnly, concentrating on the battlefield.

Jian Ying's strength was beyond their imagination.

Along with the brilliant sword light, countless terrifying sword qi raged from above, and two sword attacks collided constantly, one was extremely sharp, wanting to tear everything apart, and the other was ever-changing and mysterious. In just a moment, that space turned directly into ruins, inch by inch collapsed and shattered, with thousands of holes, shocking the endless crowd.

"Grandpa, how strong is Jian Ying?" Wan Yalan glanced at the battlefield with her beautiful eyes, turned her head and looked at Emperor Wanhua and asked. She was at the second level of Yuanhuang, and could only see that Zhan Fengyang suppressed Jian Ying, but could not see what Jian Ying's true talent was.

Emperor Wanhua stared into the void, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "It is indeed good. If he is at the same level, he may not be much inferior to Feng Yang."

He originally thought that Zhan Fengyang would easily crush the opponent, but he didn't expect that under such a huge gap in realms, Jian Ying could still struggle and release his own light, which touched him a little. This time Gu Mo was Got a good disciple.

He should have thought of this a long time ago. With Gu Mo's eyes, how could he accept ordinary people as his disciples?

Suddenly there was a sharp sound, and two terrifying sword lights collided together again, and then exploded, as if there was an invisible sharp blade cutting the void, and the void was directly divided into two, and everything was torn into two. Half.

"Ahem." A light cough came out, and countless eyes looked in one direction. Jian Ying's figure was there, no longer as straight and sword-like as before, with his body slightly bowed and his face as pale as paper.

Although he still tried his best to stand up straight, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was seriously injured and lost the ability to fight.

"Junior brother!" Fu Yunjing flashed and came to Jian Ying's side. Jian Ying waved his hand to him and said in a weak voice: "I'm fine."

Zhan Fengyang's figure slowly fell down, with a calm and calm expression on his face, and his white clothes were swaying slightly, revealing a transcendent meaning.

From beginning to end, he looked extremely elegant and calm, and this battle seemed to be nothing to him.

"You are indeed very capable for fighting me to this point." Zhan Fengyang looked at the figure in front of him and said, "But I still won't take back what I said before. It doesn't make any sense whether we fight first or later."

"You..." Fu Yunjing looked at Zhan Fengyang with cold eyes. He was three levels higher than his junior brother and defeated him. Are you very proud?

Jian Ying slowly raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of firm belief, and said: "I will not take back what I said before. Within a year, I will find another opportunity to fight you."

Hearing this, Zhan Fengyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said playfully: "I don't care. If you are willing to fight, I don't mind defeating you again."

Everyone's eyes suddenly condensed, this is really proud.

It doesn’t matter if we fight again, I don’t mind defeating you again.

Jian Ying has his own pride, Zhan Feng Yang also has his own pride, and he will never allow others to trample on it easily.

Jian Ying said nothing more, "Let's go."

"Hmph!" Fu Yunjing snorted coldly, then supported Jian Ying's body and retreated.

Jian Ying and the disciples of the Sword God Palace were about to leave when Zhan Chao's voice came: "My little friend, stay here. It's not too late to leave after watching the upcoming battle."

Jian Ying turned around and looked at Zhan Chao, and immediately understood Zhan Chao's intention. He was worried that if he was defeated and left like this, outsiders would think that Zifenglou was bullying others, so he tried to persuade him to stay, which would make it difficult for the master to find Zifenglou in the future. trouble.

"Thank you, senior." Jian Ying clasped his fists slightly. Since he was allowed to stay, he should stay and take a look.

"Senior brother, let's go after reading this." Jian Ying said to Fu Yunjing.

"It's up to you." Fu Yunjing said, but his face was still not very good-looking. It was obvious that he couldn't swallow the breath just now and was too suffocated.

I saw a beautiful smile on Wan Yalan's face. Her beloved man was unparalleled in his ability to suppress the disciples of the Shrine. No one in the audience could compare with him.

At this time, Zhan Fengyang turned his eyes, looked in the direction of Kong Yue, and said, "You, come out."

Kong Yue's expression suddenly froze, and he looked at Zhan Fengyang with some displeasure. He was also a person on the Nine Domains list and a proud man of heaven. However, Zhan Fengyang actually spoke to him in such a casual tone. It was too much. Don't take him seriously anymore.

"Zhan Fengyang, although you are ranked higher than me in the Nine Domains Ranking, you are at the same level. You may not be much better than me!" Kong Yue said solemnly, staring at Zhan Fengyang.

"It's ridiculous." Zhan Fengyang smiled disdainfully and said indifferently: "Thank you for knowing that you are in the same situation as me, but I am forty-one, where are you?"

You, where are you?

After these words fell, the space suddenly became extremely quiet and silent.

This sentence passed into Kong Yue's eardrums, and he felt it was so harsh, his face was burning, his fists were clenched, and he felt extremely ashamed in his heart. He was in the same place as Zhan Fengyang, but Zhan Fengyang was forty-one, and he was seven Sixteen, there are thirty-four people separated in the middle.

He had no words to reply to Zhan Fengyang's words, he could only use his strength to prove it.

The crowd's eyes suddenly showed a strange look, and there was a faint expectation in their hearts. Looking at the two figures in front, I am afraid that the next battle will be very fierce.