Yang Hongchun felt dizzy and almost fell from the sword.
This huge feeling of being taken high into the sky in an instant made his stomach churn.
The joy that just arose for a moment turned into a "vomit" in an instant...
Zhao Yanyu Jian looked at him trying to cover his mouth and sympathized with him.
The situation was urgent just now, and he could only grab a sword and go to save Yang Hongchun, otherwise there would be no such person in the world.
I originally planned to let "Wanxiang" go, but it also has a temper, so it would be very polite to let Zhao Yan stand on it...
"That's...Duan Zhengyan?"
Zhao Yan asked uncertainly.
He had just taken a casual look at it, and Duan Zhengyan was now full of demonic aura and had some unusual changes in his image. Therefore, although Zhao Yan was 80%25 sure, he still couldn't help but ask again. .
"Wang... Wangye... ugh... he is... ugh... Duan Zhengyan!"
"Ugh...My lord, be careful..."
After trying hard to say a few words, Yang Hongchun covered his hands and retched again.
It's like a person riding a roller coaster that has accelerated dozens of times, and still feels a little uncomfortable.
“……”
Zhao Yan shook his head with a grimace and said.
"You'd better take care of yourself first..."
"Let's go down."
After saying that, he pressed down with the sword fingers of both hands, and the two of them fell rapidly.
Snapped…
The ordinary long sword fell to the ground with a sound, covering up the sound of Yang Hongchun kneeling on his knees and vomiting.
Zhao Yan held the "All Things" ready to move with one hand behind his back and looked seriously at the arrogant and domineering Duan Zhengyan.
The other party's state was a little strange. Just now, his eyes were staring at the "everything" under his feet.
Now that "Everything" was held behind him, he finally turned his attention to Zhao Yan's face and showed a cruel smile.
Obviously, even if "Wanxiang" has now become a simple and simple style, the opponent can still recognize the true appearance of this magic weapon.
Just like "Wanxiang" can also sense a certain atmosphere here from several miles away...
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan also noticed the blue-red long knife tightly held in Duan Zhengyan's hand.
In addition to the exaggerated handle, its flaming blade is also eye-catching.
"Wanxiang" is so crazy...is it because of this knife?
An idea suddenly came to me.
The next moment, the long sword held upside down in his hand began to groan, obviously in response to Zhao Yan's question.
"Who are you?"
Duan Zhengyan sneered and walked towards Zhao Yan with Emperor Hen in hand.
The distance between the two was tens of meters, but all the soldiers in the square took the initiative to retreat, leaving the empty space here to the two.
Everyone understands that what follows is bound to be a scene like a fight between gods, and if you stay here and die, your death will be in vain.
At this time, even the soldiers who are obsessed with martial arts do not have the courage to stay here and watch.
After all, the tragedy of Tenryuji Temple is right before our eyes.
The majestic White Tower was razed, plus thousands of casualties...
They can no longer act as spectators in a battle at this level.
On the other side, the ministers who had just turned to Duan Zhengyan and stabbed Yang Hongchun also quietly chose to escape.
They walked towards the back step by step, fearing that if the movement was too loud, the devil would be disturbed.
But even so, he still couldn't escape Duan Zhengyan's induction.
He showed a "cat and mouse" smile and shook the long knife in his hand.
Wisps of sparks scattered out to the west, heading toward the backs of the dozen people's heads.
Oops!
Once contaminated by sparks, these people were burned into coke in the blink of an eye.
The officials of various ministries who usually dominate are helpless in the face of the warrior who possesses the ultimate power.
"Who are you?"
Duan Zhengyan asked again.
When he saw Zhao Yan just looking at him without speaking, he felt a sense of dryness in his heart.
“……”
Zhao Yan still didn't answer.
He stood with stern eyes, flipping his wrist and holding "Wanxiang" across his waist.
"Let's take action, there's no need for you and me to know each other."
Whether it is the stance of the two or the wonderful entanglement between the weapons in their hands, it is indeed what he said.
"Hehe, it seems you haven't awakened more memories yet..."
Duan Zhengyan chuckled, his expression extremely proud and exciting.
"It doesn't matter. When Emperor Hate absorbs everything, everything will be mine!"
"But in order to thank you for killing that old guy, I will give you a courtesy."
Zhao Yan frowned slightly.
He could understand everything the other party said, but combined, he couldn't get any more information.
First of all, the opponent knew that the weapon in his hand was called "Wanxiang", but he knew nothing about it.
The reason for this is probably due to the difference in weapons.
Emperor hates?
Zhao Yan didn't know what it meant, but that sword exuded a monstrous "hate", which made him feel extremely strong.
This is…
The side effects of "The Book of Forgetting Love"!
As for the other party's thank you, it was nothing more than a test.
He didn't bother to answer.
tread…
Two slight landing sounds.
Zhang Danfeng and Li Buyi finally caught up here.
Seeing the person standing opposite, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Duan Zhengyan!"
"It's indeed him."
Zhao Yan said before that he had killed him...
But now it seems that something unexpected happened.
Hearing the two people's exclamations, Zhao Yan said in a deep voice.
"You two, just raid the formation for me. Just take care of the guy behind you. He is the prime minister of Dali. We can't let him die."
"...Why don't you, Your Majesty, join us in taking action?" Zhang Danfeng turned around and took a quick look at Yang Hongchun. Seeing that he was fine, he hurriedly asked.
"No need to take action, this is my king's battle."
Zhao Yan said calmly, and then walked forward.
"Wanxiang" is very proud, and Zhao Yan can feel that it has a condescending attitude after sensing the existence of Emperor Hate.
It looks aloof and does not allow anyone to interfere with this battle that belongs to it.
Zhang Danfeng and Li Buyi looked at each other, nodded in unison, helped Yang Hongchun, who was vomiting, and retreated to the back.
"It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and it ends like the clear light of the river and sea."
Zhao Yan opened his lips and uttered a poem, then his body turned into a silver light and became invisible in an instant.
He didn't hold anything back at all, and used his ability to "follow his words" as soon as he came up.
If the spirit of words is used well, the effect can be multiplied.
These two lines of poetry increased his speed and the power of his sword moves, but the power of his words and spirits was less than enhancing the two items separately.
This...is a little trick for using the power of the spirit of speech.
The more gorgeous the language, the more it pleases the spirit of speech and gives more power to the user.
The moment Zhao Yan disappeared, Duan Zhengyan's arrogant expression suddenly changed color.
Then his body retreated sharply, his arms stretched out, and his veins popped out. Then he clenched the handle of Emperor Hate's knife with both hands and slashed out with all his strength in front of him.
Fierce flames poured out and hit the void.
But at this moment, Zhao Yan's figure suddenly appeared in the empty place. The sword in his hand continued to make shadows, cutting off wisps of the flames that hit him. However, he did not fight the sword forcefully. In just an instant, it turned into a sword again. Bubble.
In a moment, Zhao Yan's figure appeared behind Duan Zhengyan and stabbed his sword hard at his back.
If this sword stabbed hard, the power of "All Things" would be enough to seriously injure Duan Zhengyan.
But just when the tip of the sword was about to pierce, a silver light suddenly appeared.
Immediately afterwards, a large piece of silver suddenly shot out from this point, not only blocking the attack of "Wanxiang", but also quickly covering Duan Zhengyan's body, turning it into a body-covering armor.
Duan Zhengyan furiously retracted his sword and struck back, the flames spread out and he rushed forward.
Zhao Yan turned "Wanxiang" in front of him to block these flames, but suddenly found that "Wanxiang" made a small movement to absorb the flames when blocking these flames.
This made him a little confused...
If the two are enemies, why can "Wanxiang" absorb the power of "Emperor's Hatred"?
Judging from Duan Zhengyan's state, the power of "Emperor's Hate" is very strong. It can transform an ordinary warrior into a strong man with the power of a top land god. This is not only a sign of powerful ability.
Such a terrifying weapon can have its flames absorbed by "Wanxiang"...
Zhao Yan couldn't help but start to think about the relationship between the two.
However, although "Emperor's Hate" is very powerful, Duan Zhengyan is not a top martial artist.
He does not have enough combat experience, and his martial arts skills are not satisfactory.
If it weren't for the "imperial hatred", Zhao Yan wouldn't have to be afraid.
The flames on the blade were different from Huo Qubing's gunfire. They were flames composed of strong "hate", which caused a lot of trouble.
Huo Qubing's gun fire is pure high temperature, but "Emperor's Hate"'s sword fire is a strong negative emotion.
If it is contaminated, no matter how strong his willpower is, his emotions will be affected and he will lose his mind.
"Hahaha... That's it, that's it!"
Duan Zhengyan laughed wildly.
He greedily touched the smooth and hard Imperial Hatred Armor on his body, filled with joy.
He didn't know that "Emperor's Hate" had such a function before, but now that it was inspired by Zhao Yan, it was a bit of a blessing in disguise.
"Qixia Town is indeed my lucky star. They killed the old immortal for me, and now they have inspired the power of Emperor's Hate for me!"
"If you didn't want to go against me, I would really be reluctant to kill you!"
"But now that I have this invulnerable Emperor's Hate Armor, and the infinitely powerful Emperor's Hate Demon Sword in my hand, what else can you do to me?"
Duan Zhengyan turned the handle of the knife, and countless flames immediately shot out from the blade and surrounded him.
"Thanks to you, some methods of using the Demonic Sword of Emperor's Hate suddenly appeared in my mind. Your death will be next!"
“……”
Zhao Yan watched his every move and felt that it was a bit tricky.
He has lost the power of his speech spirit.
It can be said that the man in front of him is not a traditional martial artist.
Rather, he is a tool man who is completely controlled by a magic sword and is used to show his power...
His offensive and defensive capabilities are all tied to the magic sword "Emperor's Hate". Without the magic sword, he is nothing. But with the magic sword, he is very difficult to deal with.
After all, Zhao Yan had not yet thought of a way to break the armor's defense, and he was not willing to let himself be contaminated by the flames of the magic sword.
Although "Wanxiang" can absorb flames, the absorption speed is very slow, and it can be parried in a small area. If there are too many flames, it is not known whether it will be full and be sustained.
"You are indeed in some trouble right now..."
Zhao Yan leaned over and made a sword-drawing gesture.
When faced with trouble, he draws his sword and cuts to the sky.
This secret technique that he has always used as his last resort...
There is unlimited room for improvement, and Zhao Yan has had absolute confidence in the technique of slashing the sky and drawing the sword since the beginning.
But now, he is also a little unsure whether it can be effective based on his current understanding of this secret technique.
Because the enemy he faces now...
Strictly speaking, it was not a human being, but a strange magic weapon that he had never seen before.
Cut the sky, draw the sword, cut the body, cut the mind...
But does that magic weapon have these things?
Can my own state of cutting intention be able to kill this rolling hatred?
Zhao Yan is not sure...
But he still had to try.
"What are you going to do?"
Duan Zhengyan couldn't understand what Zhao Yan was doing, but Shojue told him that the other party was trying to destroy him.
Zhao Yan lowered his head, raised his eyes, and looked sharply at Duan Zhengyan.
"I have a sword..."
"have what?"
Duan Zhengyan asked seriously, which left Zhao Yan speechless.
Fortunately, he has now entered into the sword intention of the Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique and has not been affected much.
"Can cut the sky!"
"Behead what? Behead the sky? The yellow-mouthed kid is talking nonsense!"
"Can cut the ground!"
"Are you crazy?"
"I can kill you!"
This was the first time Zhao Yan encountered such a slow opponent.
The momentum in his body had reached its peak, but the other party was still unfazed.
But since he is an opponent, he will naturally not remind him anything.
The next moment, a crazy cyclone spun around Zhao Yan.
"Wanxiang" chanted loudly, then slashed out, and the majestic sword energy roared away.
On the ground, pieces of bluestone were lifted up and smashed over with the sword energy.
The power of this sword was extremely terrifying. A huge black pit was cut out about ten feet in front of Zhao Yan, spreading in a semicircle to several feet behind where Duan Zhengyan was standing not far away.
Thick smoke enveloped the area, making it difficult to see the outcome of the battle.
But based on the power of this sword alone, most people would naturally think that Zhao Yan had won.
For example, Yang Hongchun, who finally recovered from nausea and retching, asked with some joy at this moment.
"Boy, did the prince kill Duan Zhengyan?"
"……uncertain."
Li Buyi looked solemn and answered hesitantly.
After saying that, he turned his attention to Zhang Danfeng.
"The momentum of both sides has declined to a certain extent..."
"But the decline is more obvious on the prince's side."
Hearing Zhang Danfeng's answer, Yang Hongchun suddenly felt cold.
"Then the prince is going to lose? Duan Zhengyan has reached such a terrifying state!"
As a layman in martial arts, he took it for granted that a much lower momentum meant he was about to lose.
"That's not the case. Your Majesty has a very strong foundation. Even if you are slightly behind, you don't have to be too nervous."
Zhang Danfeng comforted him, but his own hands squeezed tightly.
Compared to the three people over there who couldn't see clearly, Zhao Yan's feeling in the middle of the field was more acute.
Duan Zhengyan resisted his sword...
But it didn't consume much, which made him understand that the sword-drawing technique of Zhantian had rarely failed.
Sure enough, after the smoke cleared, the other party was looking at him leisurely.
"Let me see what you want to kill?"
