Chapter 10 Desperate Fighting

I saw that the sleeves of Jia Chen's whole right arm turned into debris and fell from the air, and on Jia Chen's blue-streaked right arm, there were fine scars, dripping blood beads oozing out.

Yue Ziyang's condition is not much better than that of Jia Chen. He, who had completely lost his previous demeanor, gasped and dripped blood at the mouth of the tiger holding the sword in his right hand.

However, the most thrilling thing at this time is not these, but the current posture of the two people, which makes people take a deep breath.

Jiachen's black sword is desperately resisting Yue Ziyang's throat, and you can even see the cut layer of Yue Ziyang's skin. The faint light flows at the tip of the sword. No one will doubt that the black sword will easily pierce Yue Ziyang's throat.

At this moment, Yue Ziyang's silver-white sword is also desperately resisting the center of Jiachen's heart. People believe that at the moment when Jia Chen moves, Yue Ziyang will definitely pierce Jia Chen's heart without hesitation. There is no doubt that the result will be both sides.

No one can accept this result, but it is even more unlikely to be the first person to lay down their weapons, so they are so deadlocked that no one will choose to give up on the edge of death. The air of the martial arts platform is filled with an extremely subtle atmosphere.

A quarter of an hour, another quarter, seemed to be long and boundless, but the two were still deadlocked, and their blood-filled eyes did not blink, allowing the bean-sized sweat beads to slide from their forehead and into their eyes.

Yue Ziyang still stared at Jia Chen with a calm face and seemed to be smiling, and Jia Chen was as expressionless as before, and his eyes were always calm as water and could not withstand a trace of waves. The two sides could even hear each other's heartbeat, which was so powerful and rapid.

Quiet, the huge martial arts arena is silent to a strange state.

The audience has completely forgotten everything at this moment. They are even more nervous than Jiachen. The heart that pinched their throats will burst out at any time because of violent stimulation. Who will be the first to let go? Just when people are guessing in their hearts.

Suddenly, the form of the martial arts stage changed dramatically. Jia Chen and Yue Ziyang's eyes were full of light. The two seemed to have reached a tacit understanding. They actually pulled their hands and turned around at the same time. The two swords waved out again at the same time. At this moment, the two who had fully entered the realm reached the peak state, and the fierce collision was once. While people are surprised by their extremely high skills, they are also very surprised why their internal strength is so strong that they can fight so hard for so long.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of rounds passed. The whole martial arts arena was full of swords and shadows, but the two people who still did not show any flaws finally did not want to consume so much. They began to use some more powerful moves. For a moment, the whole martial arts platform vibrated continuously, and the strong shield also shook, watching the audience Thrilling.

"Moon Festival!" The focused Yue Ziyang shouted elegantly, and saw that the silver sword in his hand suddenly bent like a spiritual snake. The whole person leaped into the air, integrated with the sword, bent into a moon shape, stroked violently through the air, and attacked Jiachen with the violent sound of Weng Ming.

And Jiachen is still not in a hurry. At this moment, what Jiachen has been practicing for many years is the sword style in the dense forest. The black energy burst out, suddenly circled around the ground, dragging three shadows, and obliquely pointing to the moon in the air. The ground that had been broken burst, and the gravel was like a long glance. He flew to the moon in mid-air.

After a dense bump, the gravel was knocked away by Yue Ziyang, and Yue Ziyang's move was also turned away by Jia Chen.

"Eclipse!" Yue Ziyang, who fell back to the ground, shouted again, and a more ferocity broke out. The silver-white sword suddenly burst into a blazing light, like a hot sun, cutting at a lightning speed and dragging out a gorgeous tail in the air.

"This boy actually forced Yue Ziyang to use his famous stunts!" Someone exclaimed in the crowd.

"Well, the three styles in the world are superimposed. If that boy can survive this move, we will be lucky to see the mysterious third style of Yue Ziyang." A middle-aged man stared at the field and said in a hoarse voice, his eyes were full of excitement.

Until now, people's impression of Jiachen has begun to change. No one thought that Jiachen could fight with the peak Yueziyang, and no one thought that Jiachen could force Yueziyang's famous stunt. For a moment, everyone waited to see the power of Yueziyang.

When the sight returned to the field, Jia Chen suddenly jumped, flipped in the air, and the familiar moves were displayed, and the long-pressing momentum gushed out. The black sword fell from the air and saw seven remnants! It collided with Yue Ziyang's fierce sword.

The sound of flying sand and stones, and the sound of bursting was deafening. In the martial arts arena, Jiachen and Yue Ziyang, who collided violently, were directly thrown up by the waves and flew backwards!

With two "pu-pu", Jia Chen and Yue Ziyang couldn't help spitting out big mouthfuls of blood one after another, and the blood spilled from the air, confused and bright. Just when everyone thought that both of them would have a rest, who knew that the two people who had just fallen to the ground attacked again and did not give each other a chance to breathe.

"Split Sky!" Finally, Yue Ziyang's momentum climbed to the peak, and the terrible internal force and momentum even felt by the audience around him. At this moment, Yue Ziyang was infinitely close to the real world, looking at the silver-white sword with violent trembling and buzzing sound, and looking at the brighter and brighter light, everyone showed a shocked expression. Is it the last of the three types of the world?

Feeling the strong pressure like a landslide, Jia Chen's face flushed, his whole body blue veins burst, his eyes were cracking, and he supported bitterly. His blood washed his heart crazily under great pressure, and also washed away the incomplete spirit of the moon. Finally, the spirit of the moon, which had always been dead, also seemed to feel extreme danger. It loosened slightly, and only a trace of black gas that had been suppressed for a long time squeezed out desperately, but injected an extremely domineering force into Jia Chen.

In the eyes of outsiders, Jia Chen suddenly felt a faint black atmosphere around him, and the cold breath made people fall into the abyss. Jia Chen's momentum suddenly soared, and he once again formed a court of resistance with Yue Ziyang. It was really amazing that many people had to grow their mouths.

It's just that everyone, even Jiachen, didn't notice that a faint scarlet had appeared around Jiachen's pure pupils.

"It's so fierce." The change of Jiachen also attracted the attention of the disciples of the Xiuzhen sect. The chief disciple of Cangyuezong, who was sitting in the center, frowned against Jia Chen and said.

"Ha ha, there are no hundreds of names on those people. It's no wonder that they are not angry." Today, Yueheng actually sat next to Lin Fantian and said flatteringly to Lin Fantian, I don't know what it means.

"Is it?" Lin Fantian looked at Yue Heng and ignored it.

And Lin Fantian did not see it, and a trace of extreme fanaticism flashed in Yueheng's eyes when he looked at Jia Chen.

Let's talk about Jia Chen, his morale suddenly soared, and a trace of extreme and excitement flashed in his eyes, "The Thirteen Shadows of the Sword!" Jia Chen, who had been silent, finally looked up to the sky and roared. The nameless black sword was shining, and a faintly sad cry came out of the black sword and wained gently. The next moment, Jia Chen, who was holding the black sword, stabbed a blow without fancy. Thirteen shadows, no more or less, stagnated in the air, and Jia Chen had been with the moon. Ziyang collided with each other.

Shock, absolutely shocked. Even the audience sitting at the top felt the shaking of the ground. Even with a thick shield, the violent sound explosion still came to the audience's ears. Most people covered their ears and closed their eyes because they were not strong enough.

For a long time, when the martial arts venue returned to calm, people opened their eyes, and the whole martial arts venue entered a state of silence. People stared at the messy martial arts arena, and looked at the seemingly seriously injured Jia Chen and Yue Ziyang lying in the venue, and were silent for a moment.

Jia Chen and Yue Ziyang are no longer human at this moment. The clothes on their upper bodies have turned into flying ash, and there is no place intact on the exposed body. Blood gushed out of their mouths. "Is it a draw?" Everyone is guessing.

The unyielding spirit of the martial artist was finally reflected at this moment. Jia Chen and Yue Ziyang actually staggered at the same time, standing up unsteadily and wiping away the blood stains on their mouths. Although they had been injured, the proud light in their eyes was so bright at this moment. No one was willing to admit defeat, let alone accept the peace. Bureau, because they are all carrying the glory of a city and the dignity of a warrior!

"Very good. You have done a good job." Yue Ziyang looked at Jia Chen and could still smile.

"It's okay." Jia Chen's voice is still so cold.

This is the first formal dialogue between the two, but it made the audience very excited. What will happen next? Everyone is looking forward to it.

"However, no matter how talented and capable you are, if you meet me today, God is destined to bury you here. Don't blame me. If you blame me, God won't let you!" What Yue Ziyang said was inexplicable and arrogant.

"Is it?" Just when Jiachen still wanted to mock, Yue Ziyang opposite changed dramatically.

Yue Ziyang, who was already decadent, suddenly experienced an amazing surge, as if there was no end to it. The protective cover he was going to hold was almost broken. For a moment, Jia Chen felt that he was like a person without the power to bind a chicken, which was so weak and insignificant.

And Yue Ziyang's change was obviously more than that. He saw the injury on his body recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although the recovery speed of Jiachen, who has the blood of the demon, is already amazing, the speed of Yue Ziyang's recovery far exceeds that of Jia Chen, and there is still a bright light lingering around.

With great pressure, Jiachen almost climbed down. In a flash, Yue Ziyang was intact. The whole person and the previous qualitative change, and the whole person's momentum was no longer resisted by Jiachen. The internal strength belonging to the martial artist was gone, and it was replaced by The continuous spiritual power, like the river and the sea, is constantly injected into Yue Ziyang's body and surrounds Yue Ziyang.

Powerful and suffocating pressure made Jiachen unable to move. He looked at the intact Yue Ziyang in shock. At this moment, Jia Chen felt like a boat on the sea. The proud attack and magnificent internal force could no longer pose a threat to Yue Ziyang. The spiritual power, what Jia Chen faced was real. The spiritual power that is there.

"Real world!" The crazy exclamation covered the whole martial arts arena. All the audience in the audience stood up and looked at Yue Ziyang on the martial arts stage in horror. Yue Ziyang actually broke through the mortal world and reached the next big real realm! Except for surprise, everyone's brains are blank.

"Real world!" All the disciples of the Xiuzhen sect also looked at Yue Ziyang in consternation, but for them, it was more of a kind of fanaticism, a kind of fanaticism for genius. They were still sitting in the audience and began to feel a little restless.

"Real world!" Jia Chen looked at Yue Ziyang and smiled helplessly.