After being strengthened by Kong Weizhen, Sanyu's strength was greatly improved in an instant, and he was as strong as the martial arts celestial realm.
He forced back the two swords around him, ran a few steps, and stabbed Zhao Yan in the head.
A stunning shot!
With just a moment of opportunity, Sanyu used his trump card.
The tip of the spear is right in front of you, but it seems to be coming from all directions in the west!
"I remain unmoved!"
when!
As Zhao Yan shouted sharply, he pointed out a single finger and touched the tip of the spear. The collision between his flesh fingers and the spear made a deafening sound of metal and stone hitting each other.
The air waves lifted up countless dust layer by layer, and the next moment, three swords pierced out from the smoke and dust, piercing Sanyu's spine with the force of wind and thunder.
Seeing this, Kong Weizhen could no longer pretend to be indifferent and shouted, "Get back two miles!"
The moment the sword tip was about to penetrate, the distance between the two widened again.
The fatal situation is solved immediately.
However, the terrain has changed one after another, and the backlash of "Speaking out and following the law" on Kong Weizhen is not small.
His face became pale and solemn, and his eyes were filled with shock.
Blocking this shot with one finger, what's going on!
"Sister, he is actually the Buddhist Vajra!"
Lianxing opened her mouth slightly in surprise.
I thought it would be difficult to practice both Confucianism and Taoism, but I never thought that the three religions would become one.
Yao Yue was also quite surprised, with strange colors in her eyes.
"Is there really someone who can integrate the three religions into one..."
"Can he win?"
Lian Xing couldn't help but asked.
She has begun to look forward to what kind of surprise Zhao Yan can bring.
"At least we are in an invincible position."
While the two women were talking, the situation on the field reversed again.
Zhao Yan, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, first took back all the remaining Western swords and hung them behind him, and then began to attack San Yu fiercely with a pair of fleshy palms.
Kong Weizhen now extended the distance, providing him with a good opportunity for a duel.
The Qingyi people and Du Nan were both dragged two miles away and would not be able to catch up for a while.
But the famous west-handled swords were all left in place, just in time to come in handy.
Sanyu can be endowed with the courage that is unworthy of all men, and he can also add a layer of "Fudo Ming King Power" on the basis of the Buddhist Maharaja.
Since you can't dodge the stunning shot, just resist it.
The shock in Sanyu's heart was like a blow to the head.
His powerful shot, which was as powerful as mountains and abyss, was blocked by someone with one finger!
It almost made him doubt the art of gunmanship that he had learned over the past few decades.
Facing Zhao Yan's palm technique, which was like a surging river, he had no choice but to resist and staggered back, like a small boat in the vast ocean, with the risk of capsizing at any time.
Fortunately, when danger arose, Zhao Yan suddenly stopped.
He suddenly looked to the right and whispered proudly:
"caught you!"
With the dancing moon, residual snow, and flowing wind, swan geese flew out one after another, and the sword energy was as majestic and swift as a fish leaping and transforming into a dragon.
When the Western Sword flew out, dozens of imperceptible silver needles passed by it and pierced Zhao Yan unstoppably.
Ding ding ding…
The silver needle is made of a special material. Even Zhao Yan, who had already reached the powerful Vajra realm, was knocked back two steps by it.
However, the result was the same as Sanyu's stunning shot, which did not cause any harm to Zhao Yan.
On the contrary, the moment Tang Ying made the move, he noticed a slight murderous intention and exposed his position. At this time, he was locked by Xi Jian, and it was extremely difficult to parry.
Kong Weizhen wanted to help, but if his current situation changed the terrain again, I'm afraid Tang Ying would be saved, but he would have to explain it here.
Xi Jian's attack was fierce and soon left countless scars on Tang Ying's body. As a master of hidden weapons, once his body was exposed, he lost his speed advantage and the situation changed immediately.
But his move this time was not without effect.
In this short period of time, Qing Yi and Zen Master Du Nan rushed here despite the attacks of the other three swords.
Zen Master Du Nan clasped his hands together and uttered the sound of Buddha. The giant golden bell suddenly came out of his body and knocked away the western sword that was attacking Tang Ying.
The escaped Tang Ying immediately turned into an afterimage and disappeared.
It's just that his aura has weakened significantly and is far less powerful than it was at the beginning.
The man in Tsing Yi raised his arm to pull San Yu away, unsheathed his long sword with his other hand, and struck Zhao Yan on the shoulder with the force of the sword, forcing him to take a few steps back.
Zhao Yan lowered his head and glanced at the shirt with a big hole in it, and patted it twice to remove the lint.
"This dress is very expensive..."
He frowned.
"The fighting style of the three teachings is really boring..."
"Comparing the hardness with Buddhism, comparing length with Taoism, and quarreling with Confucianism."
"It's boring, it's boring. It's Wu Fu's style of play that comes first."
After saying that, he withdrew his seven swords and fell to the ground, raised his arms and started to warm up.
No one understood what he meant yet.
But now they all know that Zhao Yan's strength is terrifying, and they are no longer sure of victory.
Zhao Yan did two deep squats and looked at the Confucian sky two miles away with ease.
The latter had a serious expression and looked at him making weird movements with cold eyes.
Sanyu and the other three gathered together and stood strictly in front of him.
A Buddhist Vajra and two Zhixuan masters were blocking the way. They didn't think Zhao Yan could get through easily.
"Kong Weizhen, I will kill you first!"
Zhao Yan regarded the three of them as nothing and shouted arrogantly.
Kong Weizhen seemed to have thought of something, and his expression changed drastically.
"Block him!"
Upon hearing this, Sanyu immediately drew his gun brazenly, and the Qingyi people and Master Dunan also launched attacks.
"It's unstoppable."
Zhao Yan smiled and continued:
"I will be in..."
"After the wheelchair."
When the spear touched, Zhao Yan's body suddenly disappeared.
A look of horror appeared in San Yu's eyes, and the three of them immediately turned around to look.
Only two miles away, Zhao Yan's palm was already pressed on Kong Weizhen's head.
Just by spitting out his inner strength, he can kill this Confucian celestial being.
"You just can't be a talkative player. You haven't had many fights, right?"
"'Do as you say' is not what you use."
Zhao Yan bent down and put his mouth next to Kong Weizhen's ear.
"Why should such a broken body come to join in the fun?"
After that, under Kong Weizhen's desperate eyes, his fingers were like hooks.
boom!
It's like crushing a rotten watermelon.
Red and white things splashed to the west, staining his robe.
Zhao Yan took off his shirt and threw it aside.
"Destroy my clothes, you will be next."
"I have the speed of thunder!"
He looked at the man in green and his body suddenly started to move.
Sanyu and others felt their eyes blurred as the black spots two miles away suddenly disappeared.
The three of them stood with their backs to each other, holding their breath and concentrating on searching for Zhao Yan.
At this time, although Zhao Yan used "Words and Methods" to give himself extreme speed, his speed was no longer as good as when he was at his peak.
The man in green clothes was calm and calm, and suddenly threw a sword in front of him.
The long sword was straightened in the air, and then plunged into the ground.
The next moment, with the long sword as the center, many lines extended towards the Western Zhou Dynasty.
Intersecting horizontally and vertically, a rectangular grid-like chessboard is formed in the blink of an eye.
The man in green clasped his hands together and uttered one word calmly and forcefully.
"fall!"
