I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

"Okay, okay."

In the direction of Dayanzong, Zhao Wushuang's face was ashen, and he spoke out with extreme anger, the anger that could not be concealed in his tone.

"I really didn't expect that your capital is really tenacious."

"call out."

Zhao Wushuang jumped out quickly and rose into the air, looking down at the people in the capital below.

"bring it on."

"This is the last battle, let me see what else you can do!"

Zheng Jian looked at Zhang Yi and said sincerely, "Master Zhang, I'll leave it to you next."

"Don't worry, if you accept the benefits, you will naturally have to do things beautifully."

Zhang Yi replied, and then his figure flashed, appearing in mid-air.

"Boy, I don't know what benefits the capital has promised you, so that you dare to fight me."

"But what I want to tell you is that not everything can be touched."

"Sometimes, if you are too greedy, you will get angry. At that time, you can't help yourself."

Zhao Wushuang said lightly, his words were full of threats.

"I don't need you to worry about that." Zhang Yi replied calmly.

"Haha, okay, then let me see how much you weigh!"

Laughing angrily, Zhao Wushuang's clothes folded automatically without any wind, and a wave of power spread out to the surroundings.

Then Zhao Wushuang raised his right hand and pressed forward fiercely.

"Big Flame Palm!"

Great Flame Palm, Chen Lie had used this martial skill just now, but now Zhao Wushuang whose cultivation has reached the middle stage of the realm has used it, and its power has suddenly become several times greater.

In the void, I saw a ten-meter-long palm made of flames, slamming towards Zhang Yi with terrifying power.

Zhao Wushuang's ordinary martial skill, the power contained in it, reached the strongest attack of Chen Lie and Fang Lin just now!

Zhang Yi's black eyes reflected the palm of the flame, his face was calm, and he took out the fly mark from the storage ring with his right hand in the air.

When the flaming palm approached, a bolt of lightning struck Zhang Yi's eyes vertically.

And at this moment, Zhang Yi took a step forward, raising his sword and swiping forward.

In the void, a flash of bright purple light flashed across the sky, and the Great Flame Palm split into two. It floated past Zhang Yi's sides, and after flying for hundreds of meters, the two halves of the Flame Palm disappeared invisible.

Faced with Zhao Wushuang's probing blow, Zhang Yi also dismissed it lightly.

The battle between the two has only just begun.

At this time, everyone on the wasteland felt something was wrong, and they retreated a certain distance back spontaneously, leaving room for Zhang Yi and Zhao Wushuang to fight.

"Your Excellency is actually in the middle stage of the realm, no wonder you dare to intervene in the affairs of the royal capital and the Great Yanzong."

Seeing that Zhang Yi defuses his offensive in an understatement, Zhao Wushuang still can't judge the opponent's cultivation level.

When he spoke coldly, his vigilance suddenly rose to the peak. Naturally, he couldn't be careless in the face of the warriors in the same situation, and he also called Zhang Yi from the boy at the beginning to His Excellency.

"It's just a transaction. I'm not interested in understanding the grievances and grievances between you."

Zhang Yi said casually.

"It's not rude to come and go, so you can take my trick too."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he walked forward casually, and as Zhang Yi's footsteps fell, the sky darkened faintly, as if there were dark clouds covering the sun.

"call."

Suddenly, from nowhere, a gust of wind swept over.

In the ears, there seemed to be thunder.

Thunder swordsmanship.

Zhang Yi used the majestic and condensed true energy to display the thunder swordsmanship, using 20% ​​of the sword intent as the main body to gather his spirit, and then blended into 10% of the thunder's artistic conception to increase its power.

This blow already surpassed the highest attack power of the previous two battles.

Zhang Yi took a few steps forward, and when his aura reached its peak, he raised his sword and slashed forward.

"The Lightning Flint of Thunder Swordsmanship."

Under the dark sky, a purple light flashed, and within a flash, it appeared beside Zhao Wushuang.

Its speed is so fast that it is really like lightning, passing away in a flash.

Zhao Wushuang didn't dare to be careless in the slightest, so he also punched out.

"Yanwang Fist, the first form of Yanwang Four Forms".

As soon as this martial skill was used, the true energy surged, and Zhao Wushuang's entire arm was covered by hot magma.

"boom!"

The purple sword energy slashed heavily at Zhao Wushuang's magma-covered fist, and Zhao Wushuang's face changed immediately.

Such a sharp sword aura, mixed with Thunder's dominance, boosted his attack power even more. This contact almost cut his time magma directly.

"drink!"

Zhao Wushuang shouted loudly, and the magma covering his entire right arm was sent forward immediately, pouring all of it into the fist in his right hand, in order to resist this fierce offensive.

The magma on the arm receded, while the color on Zhao Wushuang's fist changed from yellow-red to deep red, shocking fluctuations came from it.

Everyone in Siye has no doubt that as long as this punch lands on the human body, a big hole will be melted without hindrance, and the temperature inside has reached an extremely high level.

However, even the magma that could melt everything was blocked by a sword energy.

There was a creaking sound at the intersection of the fist and the purple sword energy, followed by high-temperature steam rising.

"burst!"

Zhao Wushuang threw his fist forward fiercely, and then turned sharply.

The magma was immediately detonated, and the purple sword energy was also shattered by the impact.

The explosion shock wave was generated, and Zhao Wushuang, who was in it, retreated more than ten meters in a row before regaining his stability.

He stared at Zhang Yi on the opposite side, and said coldly, "Your Excellency has a good method."

"Swordsmen are already good at attacking, and your Excellency has comprehended 20% of the sword intent and the thunderous artistic conception with the same domineering attack power."

"If it's about offense alone, I'm not as good as your Excellency."

"However, it's not just the offense that decides a battle. In other respects, how many layers has your Excellency reached?"

Zhang Yi smiled when he heard this, and shook hands tightly, "For a swordsman, as long as there is an attack, isn't it enough?"

This is a lie. For a swordsman, the best state is of course that both attack and defense speeds reach the top level.

Zhang Yi's words were just a scene of the scene when he felt that the atmosphere was good and he was in a happy mood.

For a swordsman, as long as there is an attack, isn't it all right?

Listen, how domineering these words are.

As soon as these words were said, the style did not know how high it was.

Hearing Zhang Yi's answer, Zhao Wushuang was taken aback, and then he laughed, with a cold smile and an indifferent tone, "Your Excellency is really arrogant, then, Zhao is really going to ask for something."