The expression on Xiahou Yan's face was still so kind, but in Long Chuan's eyes, the other party was like a poisonous snake spitting letters, just opening those chilling pupils, a pair of sharp fangs were slowly extending Long Yuan had a blood-colored long sword in his hand, the blade of which was transparent and flashed red.
Seeing Long Yuan pull out his sword, Xiahou sighed: "I didn't expect your sword to be in good condition." ” Long Yuan didn't talk nonsense with him, stepped up and took out his sword, and a scorching red light stabbed Xiahou Yan's throat.
The speed of this sword was fast and accurate, and before the blade arrived, a burst of sharp air hit Xiahou Yan's throat, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
The body flashed to the side, quickly dodging Long Yuan's stab.
Long Yuan didn't wait for the other party's body to stop, and then another sword, the blade of the sword swept through, heading straight for Xiahou Yan's temple.
Xiahou Yan fell backwards flatly, his body was almost level with the ground, and the long sword slashed across his face, bringing one of his hunting mountain sounds.
Long Yuan suddenly threw the long sword out of his hand, flew into the air himself, and slashed towards Xiahou Yan with his fingers and sword.
I don't know if Xiahou is a master of art or if he looks down on Long Yuan at all, under the other party's several shots, he lingered between the blades like an old and decrepit naughty boy, not to mention that it hurt his body, even the fluttering clothes did not stain a little.
The two of them quickly changed directions, and the red flying swords were interspersed in the air, walking around the ring quickly.
The fighting method has reached the present, and the two sides have not thrown away the powerful spells as soon as they came up, and it is rare that this kind of battle is still one-size-fits-all.
If it weren't for the occasional flying sword coming out of his hand and interspersing a few backs and forths in the air, some people would definitely think that it was just a battle between martial arts masters.
After fighting a stick of incense, Xiahou Yan suddenly retreated, with a cruel smile on his face, and said, "Enough, you don't use the soul method, it really overdraws my patience." ” He waved his hands from the bottom to the top at will, and a spherical object protruded from the ground in an instant, and after the next breath, the soil around the object quickly turned over to both sides, revealing a cyan stone head, and then two huge hands turned out of the soil, and in less than a breath, a huge stone man appeared in front of Xiahou Yan.
"Stone Shadow Man" Long Yuan gritted his teeth.
Xiahou Yan quickly slapped the stone man behind him, and the huge stone man stomped on the ground with both feet, and after a huge shock, the stone man rose into the air, and his huge body pressed towards Long Yuan.
Long Yuan's long sword slashed upward, and a red glow with torn edges slashed towards the giant object above his head.
At the moment when Hong Mangfu touched the huge stone statue, the stone statue suddenly disappeared, and Jian Mang lost his target and gradually disappeared into the sky.
Long Yuan was in surprise, suddenly there was a strong force from his side, he didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly crossed the sword to block, the huge force hit the red flying sword, and then hit Long Yuan's body, he was knocked dozens of feet away, and fell heavily to the ground.
Xiahou Yan sneered: "Since you know that this is called the Stone Shadow Man, don't you know why it is called this name, it seems that you haven't learned home yet, so it's better to go back to the furnace and build another few years."
The huge stone man took a big stride, pounced on Long Yuan at the end with lightning speed, picked up a big extremely uncoordinated fist and smashed it at Long Yuan's head, and after a loud "boom", the stone man's hand sank into the dirt more than three feet deep, and Long Yuan's head was completely smashed, splashing a pool of black blood.
The corners of Xiahou Yan's mouth turned up, and he said with a hint of pity: "I don't understand, why do you have to seek death several times if you are alive and dead."
It's really unjust to die, maybe you really don't want the dead brothers to be alone, go and accompany them. ” He was about to step out of the ring when he unintentionally turned his head, but his expression was grim.
Xia Houyan found that the people in the stands around him were gone, only the whining sound of the wind blowing through the empty seats.
He hurriedly raised his head, and the sun above his head was actually purple, and the edge of the sun emitted a trace of purple flames.
"Illusion" Xiahou Yan felt a chill in his back, he had been crisscrossing Qingzhou for so many years, and he had never penetrated into the Tao of people so deeply, and he had completely fallen into the illusion of a monk who cultivated to a great realm lower than himself.
There is only one reason that can be explained, that is, Long Yuan's Yuan Shen is already as powerful as himself, or even more than himself.
Ten zhang in front of Xiahou Yan's body, the space produced an extremely unnatural curvature, and a person was born out of the air, as if he had walked out of the curtain, and the world in front of him was like a membrane.
"Lu Fang" Xiahou Yan struggled to identify this person as Long Yuan's senior brother Lu Fang, who kept saying that he wanted to avenge him.
Lu Fang raised his head mechanically, with a hint of confusion on his white face, he slowly walked towards Xiahou Yan, and stopped about three feet away from Xiahou Yan.
He opened his mouth with great difficulty and said, "Master, do you remember me?"
Xiahou Yan's mind was running rapidly, looking for an opportunity to break the illusion for himself, he was convinced that the illusion was all because he was underestimating the enemy and careless, if he was given another chance, Long Yuan would not succeed so easily.
If you want to forcibly get out of the illusion, you can release a large number of spirit elements in a short period of time, Xiahou Yan has done this, but he was facing a strong enemy at that time, and he is far from being in such a hurry at this moment.
Deep down in his heart, he was really worried about whether he would be able to use half of the spirit yuan to deal with Long Yuan, whose cultivation was very low, but his means were not low, after forcibly escaping from the illusion.
At this moment, Lu Fang took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed it in the face, opening a huge opening under the knife, blood burst out instantly, and the wound turned outward, revealing white cheekbones.
Lu Fang opened his mouth and said, "Master, do you remember me?"
Xiahou Yan turned his head to the side, he didn't want to face this bloody face.
"Master, I used to be your favorite disciple, do you remember me" Lu Fang's voice raised a little more.
"Shut up" Xiahou Yan opened his hand, and two palms about a length of about zhang suddenly stretched out on the ground, slapping Lu Fang in the middle like a fly, and after the stone palm was separated, Lu Fang turned into a pool of bones, without flesh and blood.
Xiahou Yan suddenly felt a chill in his back, he suddenly turned his head, and found Lu Fangzheng standing a foot away beside him, smiling at him with his teeth bared.
Xiahou Yan suddenly exerted his strength, and smashed a huge stone chip on his fist towards Lu Fang, and suddenly, Lu Fang's original position left a large pit with a length and width, and Lu Fang didn't even leave a bone slag.
Without waiting for Xiahou Yan to take a breath and settle down, a handsome man appeared in front of him, still the same Lu Fang.
The man showed a hint of mockery on his face, and looked at Xia Hou Yan with disdain, as if waiting for the other party to tear and smash him again.
Xiahou Yan panted hard, and with a wave of his hand, the huge stone shadow man jumped back, raised his fist and smashed Lu Fang into powder.
In the next breath, there were two Lu Fang to his left and right, with different postures, but the expressions were the same, still the kind of slightly mocking smile.
Xiahou Yan was completely furious, he had never suffered such humiliation in Qingzhou for many years.
He clasped his hands on his chest, pinched the trick quickly, and said in his mouth: "I'm going to kill you, Long Yuan, you wait." ” A cloud of earthy yellow light surged from Xiahou Yan's body, gradually penetrating into the ground, and the earth began to shake, first up and down, and then left and right, and the huge soil cracked, forming bottomless ravines.
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The layers of soil collide and squeeze each other like wooden blocks floating on the surface of the sea, and each encounter releases a huge amount of energy, stirring up debris like waves.
The world in front of him was completely destroyed, and the purple light emitted by the sun in the sky became unstable, and in a trance, there was a hint of cracking.
A cobweb-like crack appeared in the world, and the crack gradually spread, subverting everything that existed.
Xiahou Yan seemed to be a destroyer, the light of his fingertips flickered, the earth around him trembled, the cracks in the sky gradually expanded, and everything became non-existent.
This much-anticipated battle turned into a battle with nothing to speak of, and in the eyes of the audience, after the initial series of fierce fights, there was a long silence.
The two stood more than ten feet apart, each pinching their own tricks, and at the same time showed a wonderful expression on their faces.
But people who had traveled thousands of miles to watch the show were not interested in the richness of the faces of the two handsome monks.
Many people became tired, stretched their waists, and even began to babble, and the scene became very chaotic.
However, there are also people in the crowd who know the goods, and many cultivators from the family have a strong interest in this fight.
From the beginning of the Mingyue Terrace to the present, the types of fighting methods are ever-changing, but there is no illusion of the duel, and Long Yuan's appearance on the stage can be said to be a precedent.
Although the two of them in the ring are like two stiff stakes at the moment, they are actually very dangerous.
The contest between the two at this moment is ultimately a contest of inhibition and counter-inhibition.
The change of expressions on the faces of the two is a change in the advantages of one and the other in the process of fighting.
Long Yuan's face gradually turned pale, his hands trembled slightly in front of his chest, and the sweat from his forehead had slid down to his chin and then dripped on the ground.
Long Yuan tried his best to cast illusions, while Xiahou Yan tried his best to break the illusion, in the eyes of everyone, illusion is all Long Yuan's reliance, if Xiahou Yan broke the illusion, then what awaits Long Yuan is only failure.
Xiahou Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes emitted two cold rays, as cold as the bitter cold ice of the extreme north.
"Your illusion has grown, but it can't trap me."
Xiahou Yan showed a trace of cruelty on his face.
This expression made Long Yuan shiver, and it was also the same expression when the other party ate his senior brother.
He was sure that Xiahou had made a killing move, and he was afraid that his next move would kill him.
Long Yuan let out a long breath, raised his hand high, and said loudly: "Wait, I admit defeat." ” As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the audience, and from the beginning of the ring to now, there has been no one who has taken the initiative to admit defeat.
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