Chapter 3 Zhenyan Duel

Tang Lingtian fell into the woods first, and his feet were too empty to make the furnace pure, and there was no figure in an instant, which shows his ability to understand the light skills of the rosefinch family.

Tang Haotian did not panic at all when he saw the situation, and now he entered the forest at a faster speed.

As soon as Tang Haotian entered the forest, he felt a slightly scorching smell into his nose, which must have been caused by the new leaves being smoked by fire. Although it was summer, the temperature could never reach such a high level. Without hesitation, he immediately stopped and flashed to the right.

However, I saw several darts with black and true spirit flying from the depths of the woods, just passing by Tang Haotian's ear, a little apart. Tang Haotian smiled and said coldly, "Fourth brother, this is your book..."

Before the words fell, I saw those darts suddenly burst, and a black flame suddenly bloomed on Tang Haotian's body, burning Tang Haotian's body!

In the woods, Tang Lingtian's indifferent look did not change. Suddenly, the middle finger of his left index finger was close together. He condensed and waved his hand between his fingers, but he saw a cluster of more refined and rich black flames spewing out from his fingers.

With a sigh, it came from the forest in front of Tang Lingtian: "Fourth brother, I didn't expect you to be so cautious. Your condensation move is very powerful, and it seems that your skills have been refined a lot." This is the voice of Tang Haotian.

"Shadow formation, lure with residual shadow, hidden murder. You are moving between turning and moving. In terms of body, I'm not as good as you. It seems that your fiery mysterious fire formula has also reached the realm of seven sections of Dacheng, otherwise the true qi turnover will not be so round and soft without stopping." Stepping slowly, Tang Lingtian retreated and slowly came over.

"Although your black flame true qi is not as pure as Chi Yan true qi, it is extremely domineering, and its power is by no means inferior to me. I'm afraid that your Blazing Xuanhuo formula has already been completed. If you fight hard, I'm not as good as you." It seemed that he did not intend to take action. Tang Haotian still stood with his hands on his hands, but his eyes were burning and there was no change at all.

There was a soft sound, but Tang Lingtian stopped talking, but pulled out the long sword of his left hand.

With a "pop", a branch was cut off by the sword spirit when the sword was drawn and fell to the ground.

As soon as the sword came out of its sheath, there was no words between the two. Some were just a long sword pointing straight at each other, and then all that remained was silence and the slowly cooling mountain wind blew by.

"Do you still keep this sword?" The burning eyes instantly brought a trace of inexplicable sadness, and even in the indifferent voice just now, there was a trace of memory.

Tang Lingtian didn't seem to be moved and sneered, "I keep this Mo Yun just because it is indeed a divine soldier. If you were willing to give me the Voldemort Sword, what I took today is the Voldemort Sword." After saying that, with a wave of the sword, a black fire true qi rushed out from the sword and pointed straight to Tang Haotian.

When Tang Haotian saw that the sword spirit was coming fiercely, he did not dare to neglect it at all. He waved his right hand and lit the field. The red flame real gas condensed on the palm turned into a red stream, collided with the black red flame true air and burst into a huge true fluctuation. Then, taking advantage of this fluctuation, he turned around and flashed towards the mountain.

Seeing this, Tang Lingtian said with a "hum" and flew up with his sword.

In the mountains and forests, the two used to play among them. Now, they can only fall to the point of chasing each other. Brotherhood. At this time, they have long disappeared with the sunset, leaving only a haze with the shadow of death!

ran all the way, and the two figures only went to the top of the mountain one after another. The first figure suddenly stopped in front of a grave.

Standing with his hands on his back, with sadness in his eyes, still looking at the tombstone and recalling the past, but the people who accompany him have changed.

"Dad, I brought my fourth brother back." He didn't care whether Tang Lingtian behind him would launch an attack or the so-called threat of death. In front of Tang Lieyun's tomb, Tang Haotian had no intention of killing. Some were just a sad heart.

Tang Lingtian's daily empty steps were only slightly inferior to Tang Haotian, so he jumped to the top of the mountain. He didn't say much and was a sword to Tang Lingtian's back.

"Presumptuous! Don't kneel down in front of Dad's grave!" At the moment when the sword was stabbed, a shocking fighting spirit broke out on Tang Haotian's body. As soon as he turned around, an incomparable hegemony suddenly released from his body, as if the sleeping lion had opened the eyes of killing at some moment. At the moment when his eyes were facing each other, even Tang Lingtian, who also killed countless people couldn't help killing him. I was stunned.

It was a kind of contempt for the hegemony of the world, a kind of killing that made people tremble. Tang Lingtian was just by the shocking fighting spirit, and the sword he just waved was abruptly taken back by himself, and his body was full of blood for a while.

Tang Haotian stared at Tang Lingtian and said harshly, "Don't you repent? Do you really want my two brothers to draw their swords and fight?

"You forced me, I have no choice! Without you, Yuning would have chosen me!" Tang Lingtian pressed the uncontrollable true qi in his body, still tit-for-tat, as if he saw a sworn enemy.

Tang Haotian sneered and shouted, "Did I force you? This is just Yuning's own choice, and this is a matter between you and me. Why do you vent your anger and your father? He even thought about handing over the position of patriarch to you. It can be seen that you are valued, but you are so rebellious. Today, I will deal with you, an unfilial person on behalf of my father and the son of my father!" After saying that, as soon as his right arm stretched out, a true air broke out of his palm. The spiral red true air instantly pulled up the three-foot sword in front of the grave and then sent it to Tang Haotian's hand.

At the moment when the three-foot sword was caught by Tang Haotian, the body of the sword suddenly couldn't help trembling, as if there was a return ecstasy and excitement, but the rust on the sword slowly cracked and fell to the ground little by little. At that moment, a dazzling red light bloomed from the sword. At that moment, Tang Lingtian's hand The Mo Yunjian could hardly hold it, as if he wanted to worship the long sword and bow down.

The divine soldier was born! Tang Lingtian frowned. At this time, he knew that this long sword, which had just been inconspicuous, was the ancient magic soldier of the Zhenzaku clan, the Fumo Sword!

"Tang Lingtian, make a move. You don't deserve to be my disciple, and you don't deserve to be a father's child." One person and one sword, proud of heaven and earth. Just a short number can make people feel supreme majesty. If it were an ordinary person, he would have already been under this pressure. At this moment, he is the sky, the earth, and the master!

"You won't understand my world, maybe you will understand in the future." After slowly saying this, Tang Lingtian no longer cares about the slightly disordered internal force in his body and only heard him shout: "The power of inheritance, war!"

A visible aura of heaven and earth seemed to encounter a black hole and surged towards Tang Lingtian. In just a moment, a black true flame appeared outside his body. The flame was strong, as if it were real.

"Do not measure yourself! The power of inheritance, war!" Tang Haotian also drank the same sentence, and for a moment, a layer of red flame ignited all over him.

Inheritance power, an ancient ability to connect the aura of heaven and earth can only be opened when the internal power reaches seven stages. Depending on the clan, the southern rosefinch is the main attack, so after opening the power of inheritance, the rosefinch people can improve their own attacks in a short time through the fierce absorption of heaven and earth aura.

At this moment, as if they had agreed, they rushed towards each other at the same time at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye. In front of the grave, only two red flame remnants were left.

The fluctuations of countless sword light and true qi burst around the two, and the series of "ding" sounds were like high wind chimes constantly shaking, not the sound made when the two long swords collided. Several shadows shake in front of the grave, and each staggering will lead to bursts of hot true air fluctuations.

Tang Haotian spread its wings with a wave of rosefinch, and a flame cut towards Tang Lingtian. Tang Lingtian's Moyun sword turned around, a flying meteor, and the black flame surrounding the ink cloud sword soared, and abruptly spread its wings in mid-air to block the rosefinch.

When Tang Haotian saw this, the rosefinch spread its wings and did not make him old. He immediately changed it into a July fire. The Fumo sword scratched against the blade of the Moyun sword, which was to take Tang Lingtian's head and neck.

Tang Lingtian frowned slightly, pinched a sword formula with his left hand, and a straight-like pillar of fire burst out between his fingers, facing Tang Haotian's right arm. His right hand danced the vicissitudes of vicissitudes with his right hand, but it turned back to resist Tang Haotian's fierce blow.

Tang Haotian suddenly took the Fumo sword with his left hand, used a move to break through the sky with his left hand, broke Tang Lingtian's black flame with an extremely sharp sword, and stabbed Tang Lingtian directly into Tang Lingtian's chest, while the right sleeve robe was round, turning away the pillar of fire, and then waved it with a palm. The red flame turned into the shape of a palm. If it hadn't been for the true color, the palm of the hand would have been faked.

Seeing this, Tang Lingtian's true qi suddenly soared, and the black flame true qi on the Moyun sword held in his right hand also became stronger and stronger. The Moyun sword seemed to become wider and wider, as if holding a huge sword in his hand.

"The fire phoenix turns to the first type, and the first awakening shocks the world!"

In the dark night, a pair of black flame eyes suddenly opened, releasing two flames, and suddenly collided with Tang Haotian's sword.

A loud noise, a hot stream of true air, and a moment of dust. Even if there is a breeze blowing from time to time, it still can't blow away the heat and confusion here.

I don't know whether the two were deliberately or God was unbearable. Although the duel between the two destroyed all the vegetation, the grave buried Tang Lieyun was not damaged at all.

The wind passed without trace, and when the dust fell to the ground, they saw that the long sword in their hands was still in their hands like a huge flame sword, standing on both sides of the grave.

"Nine turns the fire phoenix sword, thanks to you still remember the strongest sword style in the Bahuang sword of my rosefinch family. It's just that you don't regret that these sword moves are sharp weapons in your hands and have to be eliminated. Tang Haotian's left hand was behind him, and his arrogant look made people tremble.

"The former General Zhenyuan is still extraordinary today. Even if I use the first type of nine-turn fire and phoenix sword, it is still difficult to hurt you at all, but I just don't know how many types you can take." After saying that, Tang Lingtian broke the silence and took a step forward.

"Fire phoenix turns to the second type, roaring and shocking!"

"Fire phoenix turns to the second type, roaring and shocking!"

At the moment when Tang Lingtian stepped forward, two voices sounded at the same time, and only two soft sounds were heard, and then the two strong true qi collided fiercely again.

"The fire phoenix turns into the third type, and the slightly angry life and spirit disappears!"

"The fire phoenix turns to the fourth type, swinging the tail and collapsing the five mountains!"

"The fire phoenix turns to the fifth style, and it is respected with its head held high."

"Fire Phoenix turns to the sixth type, spitting and cracking the divine state."

There were no more words and no communication. The two seemed to spell out the blood, and had to squeeze out the true qi on their bodies. They desperately poured the true qi into the sword and waved it out. The sword spirit was intertwined in the air with anger or sadness, bursting, in exchange for only a moment of pleasure, but then it was extremely empty. The sense of emptiness is more intense than the feeling of emptiness, which is poured into the heart.

"Puff..." A mouthful of blood spewed out of Tang Lingtian's mouth. Although his black Yan Zhenqi was domineering, he still had no power to fight back in front of ancient magic soldiers like the Fumo Sword.

"If you refuse to repent, then, you can be buried in front of your father. In hell, I will apologize to both of you."

"The fire phoenix turns to the seventh type, turning over and flattening the world."

In the last match, all the true spirit of Tang Haotian turned into a rosefinch born in fire, intertwined with the sadness of love and hate. At this time, Tang Lingtian seemed to have exhausted the true spirit in his body and was kneeling on one knee. Seeing that he was going to be buried under this move.