Chapter 27 True Funeral Flowers

Dang!

The sword body turned sharply, blocking in front of the flowing light and sword shadow.

Zhang Yan held his sword and hit Deng Che with a sharp blow, and retreated five steps back.

His figure was annihilated by the sky, and the hot and horrible airflow raged and rushed around.

A sneer from the corners of Deng Che's mouth gradually expanded, and an indescribable excitement surged into his heart. This fool, who is strong outside and dry in the middle, is poor in his eyes, actually blocks the attack of [Star Frost] with his sword body. Isn't this looking for death?

Wow~~ Deng Che saw the burning fire in front of him, and he was unconsciously relieved and did not move. The boy probably died.

Undead?

That also needs to be peeled off!

Deng Che squeezed his lips and glanced at Yunyao and Qingmei beside him, and his eyes were full of complacency. Who can solve a tricky guy with one blow, the people present?

"Deng Bo's good means, under this sword, that boy will not be shattered, will he?" Yunyao narrowed her eyes and looked at the firelight, and could not see anything except endless flames.

Deng Che smiled and didn't say anything, but looking at his relaxed and calm appearance, he obviously acquiesced to Yun Yao's words.

Yun Yao laughed and looked happier than Deng Che. The green and charming beside him frowned. The star eyes stared at the depths of the firelight and wondered, "I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid of what?" Deng Che and Yun Yao turned their heads one after another to ask.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came out of the firelight, "Can this means kill me?"

is Zhang Yan's voice, which is not loud, but it clearly rings in everyone's ears. With the sound, the firelight around the ring disappeared at an alarming speed.

A figure appeared in front of everyone. Yes, it was Zhang Yan. He held a sword in one hand and carried his back in the other. He looked indifferent and could not see any injury at all.

Hunting clothes, windless and automatic, straight as a gun, magnificent and condensed, Zhang Yan's fierce momentum did not decrease but increased, and his eyes were closed, wisps of murderous gas scattered around the ring.

This boy is not dead!

The pupils of the people present shrank and shouted one after another.

Dance's face changed even more, and he looked at Zhang Yan doubtfully. The boy's breath was far away and his momentum was increasing. Didn't the [star frost] really cause him any harm?

"I said, what's going on!" Yun Yao's face was extremely ugly and stared at Deng Che fiercely. He remembered that he had just laughed for Deng Che to kill Zhang Yan with one blow. In the eyes of everyone, he was like a clown...

Taking a deep breath, Yun Yao gritted his teeth and said, "Kill him, you fucking kill him!"

Deng Che was scolded by Yun Yao in public, and his heart was extremely angry, but he did not dare to attack Yunyao. He couldn't say that he could turn his head and looked at Zhang Yan. His hair was full, and his breath soared. The flying sword in his hand buzzed again, emitting a strong murderous atmosphere.

The long sword in Zhang Yan's hand turned forward and pointed to Deng Che. His face was calm and waveless, but his breath became more and more fierce. No one present saw Deng Che's blow just now, but Zhang Yan, as the person concerned, can't make it clear that the sword actually contains 3602 of small forces. The angle, way and speed of each gravity channel were different. If it hadn't been for the divine spirit that cut out all the blow in a very short time. Change, Zhang Yan can never stop this sword and may even be hanged on the spot.

A swordsmanship who understands swordsmanship, a strong man who can simplify complexities and practice an ordinary sword secret with a hundred years of perseverance, the three-style swordsmanship he condensed must be extremely sharp.

But after all, he was still blocked by Zhang Yan. Although he couldn't see how to resist, Zhang Yan was still standing on the ring and was still in a quiet posture.

"Kill, kill, bullshit!" When everyone saw Zhang Yan's defeat, they boiled again.

In the shouts of the crowd, Deng Che slowly floated into the air, and the flying sword in his hand "suffocated" and quickly rotated the beautiful arc above his head.

The fingers bloomed like a lotus flower, and the unpredictable method was hit by Deng Che into the flying sword at a very fast speed, and the fire on the flying sword was filled with fire, like a rapidly expanding fire dragon.

The dotted red flames, like the most beautiful fireworks in the world, are scattered in the void and do not disappear, but converge in pieces.

Like petals, flexible flame petals. Pieces flew all over the sky, sweeping the endless sword spirit, cutting the air, tearing the space into a dull sound.

In everyone's eyes, Deng Che floated in the air, among thousands of flame petals. The petals were flying sharply, but his body was as stable as a rock. What especially made everyone feel frightened was that the petals, like a small flying sword, with its flexible speed and power, were all expected. And the color changes.

Dance suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashed, and his tongue burst into spring thunder: "[Burial Flowers]!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Thousands of petals suddenly stood still for a moment, and then the fire was strong, like the purest fire jade, exquisite and transparent. The flame is like a sharp sword, and the breath of horror spreads.

Zhang Yan's face became grim and abnormal. Although his consciousness was strong, he could not understand the meaning of Deng Che's blow at all. Unlike just now, although Deng Che's star frost is faster than lightning, after all, there is still traces of change on the sword body. Now, how should these thousands of flame petals be perceived?

Unfortunately, I can't understand the infinite changes this time... Zhang Yan saw the situation in front of him and had to give up the idea of stealing the teacher.

Duncher's [burial flower] is very powerful and horrible. In the eyes of everyone, he can't help but change his face and his breathing is stagnant. Looking at Zhang Yan, who stood on the other side of the ring like a dull goose, in everyone's hearts, the two made a judgment. There is no comparison at all!

This boy, should I die this time?

Deng Che looked at the burning petals in the sky with a little intoxication and sighed gently. His right hand suddenly pointed forward without a trace of fireworks, but he saw the endless petals in the air, which set off countless whirlwinds. In the whirlwind, the firelight turned into sharp blades and smashed at Zhang Yan overwhelmingly.

The torrent of petals as bright as a meteor shower, the breath of the long autumn wind, gathered together and swept the world. This is a thrilling picture, and it is also the sickle of death that cuts people's heads.

Boy, are you still not dead?

Endless coldness passed through Deng Che's eyes.

Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes, and the magic elements in his body were running crazily, and there was even an impulse to sacrifice Xuanyan soul beads. The smell of this petal torrent is too horrible...

But... there is no moment of life and death!

The long sword in Zhang Yan's hand rolled forward, and between the movement of his wrists, countless small mysterious tracks were like countless silkworms spitting silk. The thin silky light spewed out of the sword body and superimposed in the void, transforming and entangled, forming a hundred feet of fire net in an instant, covering the whole void of the ring.

Void array!

Contain the virtual array!

At this moment, Zhang Yan actually turned the array knowledge he had learned into a defensive means in battle.

Countless petals touched the mesh line as thin as a fish eye, like a moth to the fire. They were stuck to the fire net and struggled, but they could not leave the fire net at all.

The petals in the sky were stuck to the fire net in an instant. After a slight struggle, they stopped moving. The whole fire net seemed to be inlaid with the most beautiful sparks, ripples, but there was no sign of being broken.

"What is that!"

"This is the sword formula!"

"What a powerful defense method, this fire net is too powerful!"

Everyone present exclaimed, and the scene in front of him instantly defeated everyone's imagination. This scene was like a beautiful nightmare.

Burial flowers, burial flowers, can these petals with unparalleled sword spirit be buried on this net? Deng Che's face was unusual. No matter how he urged Zhenyuan in his body, the fire net seemed to have magic, and he imprisoned the petals and did not move at all.

Puff!

Dance spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned red to blue. In his body, due to Zhenyuan's violent collision, the air machine has been disordered.

Lost... Deng Che's eyes were gloomy. At this time, he was unable to show the last [fire chant]. He was unwilling. This [burial flower] contained nearly half of his true elements, but it did not hurt Zhang Yan's hair at all, which made him unable to believe his eyes.

What is this fire net and why is it so powerful? He blocked the blow of half of Zhenyuan, so how strong should his Zhenyuan be?

Isn't he really a powerful monk in the later period of Jindan?

A lot of doubts lingered in Deng Che's heart in an instant. Unwillingness is Deng Che's greatest feeling now.

Zhang Yan doesn't care how he felt at this time. Just now, the confinement of the virtual array with sword gas also consumed 30% of his magic yuan. Due to the strange and domineering characteristics of the magic yuan, even if it is transformed into a fire element, it is by no means that Deng Che can compete with. Now, the confinement of the virtual array has successfully stopped all Deng Che's attacks. At this time, Zhang Yan should take action. !

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Zhang Yan leaned forward, his body was like a touch of light, and lightning hit Deng Che, who had lost his mind.

At this moment, Zhang Yan has decided to kill him!

"Wait!" With a violent shout, Yun Yao blocked in front of Deng Che with a gloomy face, and the flying sword in his hand waved endless fire and stabbed Zhang Yan who came head-on.

Deng Che was in a trance. Yun Yao couldn't watch Zhang Yan kill Deng Che with a sword. Deng Che's cultivation was the highest among the three of them. If he was killed by Zhang Yan, he and Qingmei's death would not be far away...

Yunyao tried to block Zhang Yan's blow with his own strength to buy time for Deng Che, but he didn't know that his behavior at this time was so ridiculous, which was like an arm as a car.

This man's actual combat experience is still too poor. Even Deng Che in the middle of Jindan was lost by Zhang Yan's attack. Isn't he Zhang Yan's opponent who built the foundation?

Qimei's face suddenly changed. She has been paying attention to the war situation and understands that Yunyao's behavior at this time is to die. She absolutely can't watch Yun Zangkong's nephew, the owner of Qionghua Jianfu, die in front of her. At present, she can no longer care about her apocket and is about to draw her sword to come forward...

But it's too late.