He was actually ridiculed...
Zhao Yan couldn't help but smile.
Come to think of it, the ultimate move that was regarded as a trump card only slightly weakened the opponent's aura...
If it were him, I'm afraid he would also laugh at me.
"Is this the only way?"
Duan Zhengyan approached Zhao Yan with an evil smile, waving "Emperor's Hate" wantonly in his hand.
There was clearly no support under his feet, but he was walking on the void as if on flat ground.
Sparks flew to the west, and the sparks did not disappear after they exploded, but spread in all directions to the west.
This was obviously different from the previous state. Zhao Yan glanced around and quickly noticed this insignificant change.
Although I don't understand the purpose of this, it must be that the other party is already taking action.
"There are still many ways. Isn't this trying to see which method is more effective against a monster like you?"
"monster?"
Duan Zhengyan's expression froze.
There was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
He thought that his performance had scared the other party.
Unexpectedly, he just got the title of monster.
This shows that if the other party doesn't know how to praise, then it means that you don't give him enough fear.
"Then let me show you how powerful this monster is!"
"Knives Purgatory!"
Duan Zhengyan suddenly shouted and slashed at Zhao Yan.
The sword light flashed, and the ferocious flames turned into countless sword lights and struck at it. Even the sparks floating in the air turned into the sword light and shot away in an instant.
When Zhao Yan saw the knife shadow that was like stars in the sky, he didn't dare to be careless and quickly got up to dodge.
But the big sword light is easy to avoid, but the sparks as small as the tip of a needle are difficult to avoid.
Even though he waved "Everything" like a barrier, he was still stabbed by many sparks.
Tiny holes appeared in the robe on his body in an instant.
After the sparks penetrated, they did not cause any harm to Zhao Yan's body. Instead, they penetrated into the pores and invaded them.
Even Donkey Kong's body can't stop this kind of sword fire turned from overwhelming hatred.
The moment the sword and fire entered his body, Zhao Yan's mind was finally affected.
He felt that all the small negative emotions in his past memories were suddenly amplified.
There is some inexplicable hatred in my heart...
So much so that his sword move barrier briefly stagnated.
Fortunately, not much sword fire invaded his body, and he quickly suppressed it.
In view of the strangeness of these swords and fires, Zhao Yan no longer blocked them and chose to use Qinggong footwork to avoid them.
He believed that no matter how strong the "Emperor's Hatred" in Duan Zhengyan's hands was, he might not be able to defeat him in physical skills.
What just left him speechless was that although Duan Zhengyan couldn't keep up with him, these swords and fire were tracking him endlessly.
Like maggots on the tarsus, they clung to him at extremely fast speeds.
Unless Zhao Yan can leave the battlefield here at high speed, it will be extremely difficult to deal with these sword fires.
"The prince seems to be in trouble..."
Li Buyi said in a deep voice.
This is the first time he has seen such a weird thing in all his years of traveling around the world.
The more the sword fire was blocked, the more it blocked. Not only did it not disappear after being scattered, but it split into more tiny sword fires, as if it would never perish until it reached its goal...
"What exactly is this 'imperial hatred'?"
"I do not know either……"
Zhang Danfeng couldn't answer Li Buyi's question.
He has seen many extraordinary weapons that became famous because of their users.
It's just that when these weapons are faced with this "Emperor's Hatred" magic sword, they eventually become ordinary soldiers.
So weird...
A knife can actually give the user such powerful abilities.
"Although I don't know the true function of those demonic fires, judging from the abnormal behavior of the prince just now, he must have been affected a lot."
"What should we do? Should we take action?"
Li Buyi tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, ready to take action at any time.
But Zhang Danfeng stopped him.
"Just wait and see."
"Buyi, please protect this person first."
Now is not the best time for the two of them to take action.
What's more, Zhao Yan didn't ask for help.
If he intervenes rashly, it might ruin his plan.
"That's fine."
While the two were talking, Zhao Yan had already circled the square several times with those swords and fire.
But not only did it have no effect, there were more and more swords and fire.
Like countless meteor showers chasing after you.
"Oh shit!"
Zhao Yan looked back, his buttocks felt slightly cold, and he cursed in a low voice. Then he raised his sword fingers together and suddenly raised them toward the sky.
On the outside of the square, all the weapons in the hands of the soldiers, regardless of their shape, were shaking violently in an instant.
"what happened!"
"My spear is shaking!"
"My knife too!"
"Hey! My musket!"
A soldier could not grasp his musket, and watched helplessly as it broke free from his hand and flew into the fire of countless swords, and was burnt to ashes.
Immediately afterwards, more and more weapons rushed into it, and were destroyed in the eyes of the owner's distressed eyes.
But because of this, the sword fire actually lost a lot.
Zhao Yan watched this scene excitedly, knowing that this trick would work.
Although these sword fires are extremely strange, they do not completely ignore any object.
Just block it with enough stuff to block it too.
The reason "Wanxiang" didn't eliminate them before was because the two were at similar levels, and no one could do anything about the relationship between them.
Although these ordinary soldiers are not of good quality, they are goods that can be sacrificed continuously. On the contrary, they have the miraculous effect of dying together.
only…
No one knows how much of the flames of resentment can be released in that magic knife.
"No matter what, here comes the sword!"
Zhao Yan stopped walking, turned around and pointed his forehead with both fingers.
"Come with the sword! Come with the gun!"
The second finger pointed out, and the roar of countless weapons suddenly sounded within a radius of five miles.
Then everyone in the square saw an incredible scene.
I saw countless weapons soaring into the sky from the city, like fish that had been guided. After reaching the mid-air, they suddenly changed their direction and galloped along the direction pointed by Zhao Yan. Finally, they continued to fight with a steady stream of people. Swords and fire collided together.
Ding ding ding…
After the continuous collision, countless weapons were reduced to ashes.
"Hahaha! Even if you evacuate the entire city of Chan, you still can't stop my hatred!"
"Melting all things!"
Duan Zhengyan struck out with two swords again.
The aura on his body dropped a lot again, but the sword fire spurting from the "Emperor's Hate" sword suddenly increased several times.
Zhao Yan immediately frowned.
This is not the way to go...
Using the sword-controlling technique so recklessly consumes a lot of money.
If this consumption rate continues, he will definitely be the first to be unable to hold on.
Underfoot, "everything" hovers quietly.
"You should think of a way!"
Zhao Yan scolded in a deep voice.
This fight was originally meant for it, but it was a good thing. It was very excited before coming, but it died down after coming.
Unexpectedly, "Wanxiang" responded to him with a feeling of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel.
How could Zhao Yan endure this!
"You still blame me??"
"If it weren't for you, why would I have to suffer here!"
"If you don't let others help you, then you are arrogant and proud!"
He has resentment in his heart, and it is obvious that he did not take the initiative to intervene...
Unexpectedly, he just cursed a few words, and "Wanxiang" actually lost his temper.
Zhao Yan felt his feet stagger, and the "everything" that was originally a support point suddenly disappeared.
He quickly used two swords to support himself.
"what you do?"
Zhao Yan turned around and saw that "Wanxiang" ignored him and turned to fight back all the weapons he had acquired through sword control.
Isn't this kind of behavior clearly siding with the enemy?
Originally, he relied solely on these weapons to block the sword fire of "Emperor's Hate". Without the supply of these weapons, he would be unable to stop him in a short time.
Zhang Danfeng and Zhang Danfeng looked at this scene in the distance with blank faces, and asked each other uncertainly.
"What is your prince doing?"
"You seem to be arguing with his weapons?"
"How is that possible? Isn't that just an ordinary long sword?"
"No, an ordinary long sword cannot block those flames..."
"Yes, but no matter how good the material is, it won't have its own ideas, right?"
"Then why do you think the prince committed suicide?"
"this……"
Of course, Zhao Yan would not commit suicide.
But he also knew that "Wanxiang" could not help his enemy at this time.
So its action definitely has some special meaning.
Could it be that you want me not to resist?
Zhao Yan suddenly thought of a possibility.
He slightly bent the sword finger with some hesitation, and the weapon that had not arrived from behind immediately stopped flying.
Thinking of the strange feeling after being invaded by the "Emperor's Hate" sword fire, Zhao Yan glanced at the "Wanxiang" in the distance with some fear.
"... Just die. If I die, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
After saying that, he removed his sword control skills.
The swords, guns and swords that were charging like thousands of troops in front immediately fell to the ground.
Without their obstruction, the sky full of swords and fire rushed towards Zhao Yan with great momentum, and instantly surrounded him into a huge fire ball.
At this moment, "Wanxiang" also took advantage of the situation and got into the fire ball.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!"
Zhang Danfeng and the three of them shouted together.
They didn't know why Zhao Yan did this, but they all knew that those terrifying sword flames were so powerful that even if they were in the land of gods, they would definitely not be happy if they were surrounded like this.
"Hahahahaha..."
Duan Zhengyan laughed heartily.
"This is the result of opposing me!"
After admiring the fireball floating in the air with satisfaction for a while, he turned sideways and walked towards Yang Hongchun.
"Yang Hongchun, you rebellious minister, no one can protect you today!"
"Do you think I don't know about those Heavenly Thunder Sons hidden in the main hall?"
"If I didn't borrow your hand, how could I activate this magic bead and gain the power of Emperor's Hate?"
"Hahaha, you think the evil plot succeeded, but in fact it was me who planned the plan!"
Duan Zhengyan completely ignored Zhang Danfeng and the two land gods, and completely ignored them.
"After today, all the rebellious ministers in Dali have been eliminated, and Yang Yancun's three families have invaded the nine clans. From now on, this Dali will be ruled by me alone!"
He had been keeping a low profile for this day for so many years, and now that his plan was finally coming to fruition, the joy in his heart was unknowable to outsiders.
However, his joy was mixed with even stronger hatred. Such complex emotions made him look very weird.
Zhang Danfeng and Zhang Danfeng stood in front of Yang Hongchun with swords in hand.
Although they knew that Duan Zhengyan was extremely difficult to deal with, as masters of the Land of Land Gods, the two of them had no reason to collapse without a fight.
What's more, Zhao Yan asked them to protect Yang Hongchun, and they were entrusted by others, so they had to complete it.
"Buyi, if we are defeated, you can take the people away."
"Why is Mr. Zhang so pessimistic?"
"Haha, that's right. If you and I join forces, there's no reason why we can't protect him."
"That's right."
The two smiled at each other and were about to draw their swords.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly emerged from the ignored fire ball.
"I told you that this is my king's prey. Do you two want to snatch it?"
Zhang Danfeng's eyes immediately lit up.
"It's Zhao Yan!"
"The prince is not dead!"
"impossible!"
Duan Zhengyan suddenly turned around and looked at the huge fire ball in the sky, his face full of disbelief.
He clearly felt that the fire was filled with hatred and no other emotions. How could the other party be still alive?
But even if he no longer believed it, he had to accept reality at the next moment.
The huge fire ball gradually shrank under his gaze, and finally it was all sucked into Zhao Yan's body.
At this time, Zhao Yan was naked and only wore a pair of silver knee-length shorts around his waist.
Under the shorts, there are also bare knees and calves.
"Another set of my clothes was ruined..."
"It's a fucking loss to fight with someone like you!"
Zhao Yan clenched his fists, and his body made a crisp sound of bones exploding.
He slowly floated to the ground and walked step by step towards Duan Zhengyan, who looked shocked.
"How is it possible! You can actually absorb the flames of Emperor's Hate!!"
He still couldn't believe it all...
The flame of "Emperor's Hate" is obviously his own unique method. How come the man in front of him can control or even absorb it!
If he can also absorb the flames of "Emperor's Hate"...
Wouldn't it be possible to master "Emperor's Hate"?
If so, wouldn't the opportunity to become a demon that he had fought so hard for become a joke?
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Duan Zhengyan roared angrily and strode towards Zhao Yan, the sword in his hand dancing wildly, the sword's light and fire shadow falling like meteors.
But this time, Zhao Yan no longer avoided those strange sword fires. Instead, he strode forward with the same stride, his arms coated with a layer of gold, and he punched "Emperor's Hatred" brazenly.
when! !
A loud sound like Hong Zhongda Lu was struck with each knife and punch.
The fire on the blade went towards Zhao Yan wantonly, but it was sucked into his body without reservation by him like a glutton.
A situation of ebb and flow suddenly formed between the two.
Duan Zhengyan's aura dropped crazily, but Zhao Yan's aura returned to its peak in a short period of time.
Without the worry of swords and fire, Zhao Yan acted even more fiercely.
His abilities in all aspects were already many orders of magnitude stronger than Duan Zhengyan's, and it would be very easy to defeat him using physical skills.
Fist shadows flew, each one hitting the armor on Duan Zhengyan's heart.
No matter how strong the defense of the "Emperor's Hatred" armor was, it was already dimmed by three points of damage.
boom! !
With a powerful first punch, Duan Zhengyan was knocked ten feet away.
He stared at the moon in the night sky with empty eyes...
Bewildered and at a loss.
