Chapter 8: A Great Battle (Part 2)

Looking at the two people in the hall who were doing their best, everyone's expression changed. The disciples of the Taoist temple had already withdrawn from the hall when Wang Zhi used the Spirit Gathering Fist, for fear of being affected. Even masters such as Wang Ran, Wang Hongyan and Chen Zhiyuan had a sense of shock in their eyes. What skills did these two people practice that could actually erupt such a fierce attack when they cultivated their cultivation level in Jiuzhenwu?

In the hall, the moment the two of them confronted each other, their aura reached its peak. The radiant punch was extremely powerful, as if the air was pulled, turning into its accomplice and attacking Chen Yun.

The "Zhong Lanlang" that Chen Yun condensed all his true energy and used it turned into a sharp blue jade sword, with extremely sharpness, piercing Wang Zhi's iron fist, which was very powerful and would not stop until it penetrated.

"Bang!"

The entire space seemed to have become silent in the moment of impact, and then the white light and blue light suddenly exploded, and the entire hall was filled with these two colors of terrifying energy!

The entire hall also trembled under this kind of bombardment. The disciples of the Taoist temple quickly retreated in horror, and set up a series of true energy light shields, hurriedly covering their bodies, fearing that they would be affected by the fluctuations of energy.

"Not good!" Chen Zhiyuan exclaimed, a red light flashed on his body, and a red light cover enveloped the two liang of battles in the field to prevent the two from attacking too violently and causing the hall to collapse.

"Break it for me!"

At this moment, Chen Yun shouted loudly, and with the sword technique in his hand, the blue jade sword suddenly burst into the sky, instantly shaking away the true energy on Wang Zhi's fist in a destructive posture.

"How is that possible?!"

A look of shock surged over Wang Zhi's face, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out. Then his body was blown backwards, and a stone pillar along the way was shattered.

"puff……"

After spitting out another mouthful of blood, Wang Zhi's face changed and his originally proud face was extremely ferocious.

"Wang Zhi was defeated!"

Looking at Wang Zhi, whose breath was much weaker and even bleeded blood, outside the hall, there were suddenly an uproar, and countless gazes, with some shock, looked at the young figure in the hall.

At this time, the white and blue lights had not dissipated completely. Against the backdrop of the light, the figure was like a pine tree in the mountain stream, with a vast abyss and a mountain reliance!

"No, I won't lose to you! I have the last blow!"

In an uproar, Wang Zhi rushed up again, covered in a circle of silver-white light, making him look like he was wearing a piece of god silver armor, looking unparalleled in combat power.

"Three Waves of Gathering Spirits"

Wang Zhi roared, danced his long fist, and pulled up one by one, and then he folded it. When he started to stack it to the third one, he was suddenly dyed with a layer of pink. His red face seemed to be about to condense and bleeding. He spitted a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were covered with a layer of pink.

"Zhi'er, don't..." Wang Zhi's father Wang Hongyan saw that his son vomited blood again, and immediately shouted out anxiously.

"Father, don't stop me!"

Wang Zhi shouted, when the third Bailian was folded, his face was covered with a layer of pink, which seemed extremely charming. He seemed powerless to continue, so he stopped folding Bailian. His hand turned into a palm, and his length and fingers were horizontal. In an instant, the pink Bailian turned into a pink giant sword, with extraordinary momentum. The objects in the rolled hall flew around. Wang Zhi gritted his teeth, rushed out again, and the giant sword flew towards Chen Yun.

This was a blow beyond the Nine Truth Realm. However, what was even more shocking was that the blush on Wang Zhi’s face confirmed what Chen Yun said before.

Facing Wang Zhi's roaring giant sword of light, Chen Yun's eyes showed no surprise, a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of burning light. It was this result.

Wang Zhi may have ideas about Zhiyu, but it is definitely not true feelings. And his behavior today is nothing more than bullying others with power. If Wang Zhirao is not embarrassed and angry, he will fight Chen Yun without any scruples. Then, it will be useless to today's crisis. Now that Wang Zhi has all his trump cards, if he loses another game and loses the gambling game, what's the face to propose marriage? Even if the Wang family is resentful about this matter afterwards, they are always torn apart on the spot.

That's enough!

He felt very calm, but Chen Yun did not underestimate Wang Zhi's move because of this. The giant sword of light shook all directions and was amazingly powerful. He had long surpassed the category of the Nine True Realms. Even ordinary practitioners of the Eight Desolate Realms could not easily emit it, which shows how powerful it was.

Chen Yun looked straight at him, his expression suddenly became serious, and he silently recited the sword technique in his heart. He swung the sword in his hand, and left his hand and penetrated straight between the two of them. The seal technique in his hand was as fast as a phantom. In just a moment, a hot breath suddenly burst out from his body, which was completely opposite to the water column just now. Suddenly, this was his other big move:

"Flying Flames and Flying Lights"

As Chen Yun's hot breath rose, in one breath, the air seemed to be burned, and a vague flame was generated. His cultivation was far from enough, and his aura was much worse than the original one. But even so, when he finished pinching the seal and his fingers, the hot breath also came out with him, swept towards the long sword on the ground, rolling it up.

Bang!

The long sword exploded into the air and turned into short blades. The long sword could not withstand the hot flames and exploded. However, the move did not change, and the hot breath continued to change. It rolled up the short blade and roared away like a steaming fire dragon, using the short blade as its teeth, pounced on the giant sword of light.

"Boom boom boom"

A series of collisions were heard, and the entire hall was shaking. If Chen Zhiyuan had not been protected by the colorful Red Realm cultivation, it would have collapsed. Although Chen Zhiyuan had been speechless, he was silently paying attention to Chen Yun. Seeing that Chen Yun could use such a big move, he was shocked and relieved when he remembered his performance today.

Unlike Chen Yun's calmness, the disciples watching from afar were already shocked and stared at the two people in the hall, surrounded by light waves, but many people instinctively began to murmur:

"Is this still Chen Yun? When did he become so powerful..."

"No, this is fake. I must have been visionary. If not, I have to go back to me for rest..."

"Impossible, how could he face Wang Zhi head-on... Why did he have such a powerful sword technique..."

In the temple, Wang Ran looked at the two of them in the hall coldly, but his heart was not as calm as on his face. As early as when Chen Yun used the first style of Mohen Eight Dance, his eyes began to flash. However, when he saw that Chen Yun had the more amazing flying flames, he calmed down instead. His face was cold, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

It was soon enough to say that Chen Yun and Wang Zhi had a final showdown for only a moment, and the dazzling light that burst out weakened in the flying sand.

"puff!"

"Puff!" Both sides of the battle spewed out a mouthful of blood.

The results of the battle will be announced in the next second.
Chapter completed!