Eternal gate

Whoosh!

Zhao Yun fell from the sky and stepped on the battle platform with a bang.

"Damn it."

The great elder snorted coldly, and after all the planning, Zhao Yun still managed to catch up.

"Third brother."

Zhao Chuan stumbled and smiled.

"I don't want my life."

Zhao Yun said, pouring in a mouthful of spiritual liquid, and all the bloody grooves were restored.

"Zhao Yun, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhao Yang snorted coldly, feeling slightly frightened, but he had to show off his momentum.

"Get down, I'll do it."

Zhao Yun patted Zhao Chuan, and Zhao Yang's demeanor seemed cold.

The previous sword was enough to kill Zhao Chuan.

I really underestimated Zhao Yang, so I became cruel, and it turned out that he didn't recognize his relatives.

"I'm not strict."

Zhao Yang sneered, and the meaning was obvious. I won't fight with you downgraded. The position of Young Master is decided by me. There is no reason for me to lose against the fourth level at the top level.

Zhao Yun was silent, or rather casual.

Zheng!

Zhao Yang didn't waste any time and started attacking on the spot, unleashing a burst of sword energy with one strike.

Zhao Yun did not move, he controlled the sword with his soul, and protected his body with the two swords. Although the sword energy was fierce, it was difficult to get close to him. This alone was enough to surprise the onlookers. It was not that they had never seen Yu Jian before, but Yu Jian did not make a seal. The first time I saw him, Zhao Yun stood there without moving. He just placed his two swords and flew back and forth. Is this controlling the swords with his mind?

Compared with the surprise of others, Zhao Yuan felt particularly distressed.

When he left, his child was fine.

Goodbye in March, one sleeve is empty.

His son must have suffered a lot these days. If Zhuge Xuandao hadn't pulled him, he would have rushed to the stage, probably because he was afraid that Zhao Yun would be distracted.

Gua!

As he spoke, Dapeng circled down and landed outside the martial arts arena.

Even though it didn't look very good, it showed its domineering power. There was a hurricane when it hit the ground. Its background was slightly weaker than Yan Kang's, and it was blown away. The main reason was that the evil spirit of Dapeng was quite strong. Although its cultivation level was low, its performance was gratifying. The master, Zhao Yun, had gone through countless bloody battles, and his murderous aura was tempered in this way.

"That...is the psychic beast?"

The children of the Zhao family, as well as many elders of the Zhao family, all had bright eyes.

I have seen many flying mounts.

However, those are basically kept in captivity, and it is the first time that psychic beasts are seen. This is because few people are proficient in psychic skills. In other words, the requirements are extremely strict and require special blood. It is difficult for ordinary people to reach the sky. .

No one knows how Zhao Yun did it.

"Whose baby is that?"

After seeing Dapeng, he also saw Xiao Linglong on Dapeng's back. Zhao Yun came down early, but she was still sitting on it, clutching Dapeng's hair tightly with her small hands, for fear that if someone accidentally fell, Hong It would be too embarrassing if Yuan's true disciple was thrown to death.

Whoosh!

The fat old man reached out and picked her up from the air. He held her in his arms and looked her up and down. Her pink flesh was so cute.

Zhuge Xuandao was not very honest. He stretched out his hand and pinched the person's little face. He was already an old guy, but he liked the little guy. This might be the legendary kiss of another generation, but Xiao Linglong's seniority was much higher than that of the younger one. They are high.

From Hong Yuan's point of view, like Lao Xuan Dao, he still had to call her uncle.

"Little girl, your bones are amazing."

"She must be a beauty when she grows up."

"Come on, give Grandpa a smile."

The fat old man, Zhuge Xuandao, the purple-haired kid and the little black fat guy all gathered around and talked, as if they were studying a treasure, and surrounded the little Linglong. Sometimes they would reach out and pinch people's faces, arms and legs. , and the smile is not normal.

Xiao Linglong's face turned a little dark.

A man who has returned to his old age is still so embarrassed. These old fools and these little bastards are really brave.

I'll wait for you all. When I recover, it won't be over until I beat you and cry.

Compared to them, Xiao Cai Mi and Chi Yan's beautiful eyes sparkled, and their motherly instincts became stronger when they saw Keren'er's little girl.

These people are really interesting.

The fight was in full swing on the stage, and no one was watching, so they just left the little girl to study. It seemed that they were not there to fight, but to hang out and talk nonsense.

That's right, Zhao Yun is already on the court, whether you watch it or not, it doesn't make any difference.

Zhao Yang is far from his opponent.

Indeed, it's not even a bit bad.

Since the beginning of the war, Zhao Yun has not moved from beginning to end. He stands like a stone statue. He only controls the sword with his soul. He attacks Ba Jue with two swords. He has already practiced his wit. They are two swords, but they look like two. Daoguang beat Zhao Yang back steadily, and the blood on his body was printed one after another.

"Could this be sword-driving?"

Many people were surprised. They really didn’t know how Zhao Yun controlled the sword. He actually performed it so exquisitely. It seemed that he was not controlling the sword, but someone was attacking with the sword, and he had his own mysterious sword moves. Those who couldn't clearly see the sword style could see two rays of light flying away. The clang was harsh and the buzzing was shocking to the mind. The momentum alone was beyond what they could compare to.

"How could he be so strong?" The great elder couldn't sit still.

For today's competition, he took great pains to prepare too many trump cards for Zhao Yang, all of which were aimed at Zhao Yun, such as the explosive talisman, Zhao Yun's body skills, Zhao Yun's psychic beast, etc., and he all found ways to deal with it.

After the war started, I found out that everything he did was of no use.

Zhao Yun simply didn't move and used the most basic sword control skills.

Just like that, Zhao Yang couldn't stand firmly.

"What did he go through in these three months?"

The children of the Zhao family, especially those who had humiliated Zhao Yun before, looked stunned. Look at the qi and blood, surging and majestic, and look at the qi accumulation, which is also strong enough.

Only in March.

A waste has reached such a level, so he must be cheating!

“It is as immobile as a mountain, and it is difficult to know its yin and yang.”

The neutral elders smoothed their beards more and had deep eyes. Compared with Zhao Yang, Zhao Yun seemed to be more suitable to be the young master. Zhao Yang did not have all the character he had. In terms of talent and qualifications, Zhao Yun was enough to crush Zhao Yang. .

Just imagine, a body with severed veins and a broken body has achieved such achievements in three months. Zhao Yun must be such a monster. Just a sword control skill is enough to make Zhao Yang embarrassed. If he uses his trump card, Zhao Yang will be defeated within three rounds. Wei's suppression seemed to be just a decoration in front of Zhao Yun.

In terms of foundation, Zhao Yun at the peak of the True Spirit is far inferior to Zhao Yun at the fourth level. You must know that Zhao Yun only has one arm left. If his limbs are intact, there is no comparison.

"Is that my child?"

Zhao Yuan murmured, looking at him in a daze, it was too strong.

"Let's also see who taught him the disciple."

Zhuge Xuandao hugged Xiao Linglong and said casually while teasing her.

"I dare to ask senior, who is Yun'er's master..."

"Hongyuan, Daxia Hongyuan."

"Hong..."

Zhao Yuan blurted out one word, but the remaining words seemed to be stuck in his throat. At that moment, he could not sit still. As a Daxia person, how could he not know that Hong Yuan was recognized as the best in the world! He was actually his child's master.

Only now did he know why Zhao Yun defied heaven and achieved nirvana.

Why does Hong Yuan need someone? Rumor has it that he is already a quasi-immortal and must have extraordinary skills. How can it be difficult to live in his old man's home if his spiritual veins are cut off?

What he was puzzled about was how Zhao Yun became a master of Hong Yuan. The world's number one disciple must have extremely harsh vision.

Was it his son who passed the test?

Zhao Yuan could not sit still.

To be more precise, it was a bit dizzy and unreal.

Looking at Xiao Linglong, her eyes are a little slanted.

Look! That boy named Zhao Yun used the name of her master to deceive him. People like Lao Xuan Dao were basically deceived. He could perform the aura of Tianwu. He was a god-level assassin!

puff!

While he was talking, the Supreme Emperor Zhao Yang was bleeding again, and he stepped back after being beheaded.

The most difficult thing to accept here was him.

And it was him who suffered the most.

Only when they actually faced Zhao Yun did they realize the gap between the two, their combat prowess was far from the same level.

The more this happened, the less he believed it.

He is at the pinnacle of the true spiritual realm! Zhao Yun is only at the fourth level, which is five small realms away! It was the most basic swordsmanship, but he was beaten to the point of bleeding frequently. He, who has been proud since birth, has never suffered such a blow. One moment, he was in heaven, and the next moment, he was in hell. This state of mind was even more uncomfortable than being struck by lightning. .

pound! Bang!

The sound of metal colliding is endless, and flames are blooming.

Zhao Yun attacks with his sword.

Zhao Yang danced his sword to block.

One is as motionless as a mountain, the other is in a state of disarray, and the battle is in full swing.

"That boy must have a martial spirit."

Old Xuandao stroked his beard, but only the fat old man could hear him.

However, Xiao Linglong can also hear it. Did you know that he has a martial spirit?

"There is no pinch control, obviously the sword is controlled by the soul."

The fat old man put his hands in his hands and seemed to see it more clearly than Old Xuandao.

Only at this point can we really draw a conclusion.

It was precisely because he saw it that he felt horrified.

Zhao Yun is only in the true spirit realm, but his spirit can transform into a martial spirit?

Was it him who was helped by Hongyuan again?

If this is really the case, then Hongyuan is too terrifying. The number one in the world is really not something that can be achieved. It is no wonder that Dry Mountain will be defeated. They are both weapon refiners, with one spirit and one martial soul. It is strange that they are undefeated.

ah....!

Zhao Yang roared with great momentum, and a terrifying wave suddenly appeared.

It is not a secret technique of his Zhao family, but it is very powerful. If you are submerged in it, even if you are not drowned, you will be swallowed up. Zhao Yun can smell the forbidden power from within. It should be a terrible forbidden technique. .

"After fighting for so long, this move is barely enough."

The purple-haired child didn't look at the fighting stage. He was a attentive child. He just teased the little girl. He touched the little girl's chubby face countless times. I have to say that it felt good in the hand. The little guy was really cute.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded, and Zhao Yun Yulong Yuan was in front of him, buzzing and moving, surrounded by dragon's breath, and wrapped in golden light. Even the Dunjia swastika on it also bloomed with brilliance. The power of the sword was magnificent and domineering, and he split with one sword. Amid the rolling waves.

puff!

Zhao Yang spurted blood and retreated. Every time he took a step back, the battle platform cracked.

Zheng!

Before he could settle down, a ray of purple light came towards him. It was the Zixiao Sword. The sword was full of energy, the light of the sword was cold, and the air where it stabbed sparked sparks.

Zhao Yang's eyes protruded and his pupils tightened.

He couldn't avoid this sword. Judging from the power of the sword, he could be killed with one strike.

"Yang'er."

The great elder stood up suddenly, and so did the elder beside him.

The power of the sword is too strong, and you will die if you hit it.

However, when the tip of the sword was no more than three inches away from the center of his eyebrows, it suddenly stopped. Even so, the remaining sword power broke through the flesh and skin of his eyebrows, and blood overflowed. Zhao Yun's control was so exquisite that he really wanted to kill him. For him, one thought is enough.