I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

　　 "Okay, okay."

　　 In the direction of the Great Yanzong, Zhao Wushuang's face was blue, and he uttered angrily, his tone of anger could not be concealed.

　　 "I didn't expect that you kings are really tenacious."

　　 "咻."

　　Zhao Wushuang quickly jumped out and rose into the air, looking down at the people in the royal capital below.

"bring it on."

　　 "This last battle, let me see what you can do!"

　　......

　　 Zheng Jian looked at Zhang Yi and said sincerely: "Zhang Gongfeng, I will ask you next."

　　 "Don't worry, if you accept the benefits, you will naturally have to do things beautifully."

　　 Zhang Yi replied, then his figure flashed, and he also appeared in mid-air.

　　 "Boy, I don't know what benefits the royal capital has promised you so that you dare to fight with me."

　　 "But what I want to tell you is that it's not everything, it's all touchable."

　　 "Sometimes, if you are too greedy, it will irritate your upper body, but then you can't help it."

　　 Zhao Wushuang said faintly, his words full of threats.

　　 "This will not bother you." Zhang Yi replied calmly.

　　 "Haha, okay, then let me see, how many catties do you have?"

　　 Angrily grinned, Zhao Wushuang's pleated clothes went automatically without wind, and a mighty power spread out to the surroundings.

　　 Then Zhao Wushuang raised his right hand and pressed it forward.

　　 "Big Flame Palm!"

　　 Great Flame Palm, Chen Lie had just performed this martial skill, but now it is displayed by Zhao Wushuang, who has reached the middle stage of his cultivation, and his power has suddenly increased several times.

　　 In the void, I saw a ten-meter-large palm composed of flames carrying a terrifying power, slapped towards Zhang Yi heavily.

　　 Zhao Wushuang's ordinary martial arts, the power contained in it, reached the strongest attack of Chen Lie and Fang Lin just now!

　　 Zhang Yi's black eyes reflected the palm of the flame, his face was calm, his right hand was held in the void, and he took out the flying mark from the storage ring.

　　As the palm of the flame approached, a flash of lightning struck down Zhang Yi's eyes.

　　 And it was at this moment that Zhang Yi took a step and swung his sword forward.

　　 In the void, I saw a bright purple light flashing, and the big flame palm suddenly split into two, drifting from both sides of Zhang Yi, and after flying for hundreds of meters, the flame palm that was divided into two halves disappeared invisible.

　　 Faced with Zhao Wushuang's probing attack, Zhang Yi also dismissed it in an understatement.

　　 The battle between the two has just begun.

　　 At this time, everyone on the wasteland felt bad in their hearts, and spontaneously retreated a certain distance back again, leaving room for Zhang Yi and Zhao Wushuang to fight.

　　 "Your Excellency is also in the middle of the realm. No wonder you dare to intervene in the affairs of the king's capital and the Great Yanzong."

　　 Seeing Zhang Yi's downplay, he resolved his offensive, and Zhao Wushuang couldn't judge the opponent's cultivation level.

　　While he spoke coldly, his vigilance suddenly rose to the peak. Facing the warriors of the same realm, he naturally couldn't be careless, and for Zhang Yi's name, he changed from the kid at the beginning to the lord.

　　 "It's just a transaction. I have no interest in understanding the grievances between you."

　　 Zhang Yi said casually.

　　 "If you come and don't be indecent, please pick me up."

　　 After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he walked forward at will, and as Zhang Yi's footsteps fell, the sky darkened faintly, as if dark clouds obscured the sun.

　　 "Huh."

　　 Suddenly, from nowhere, a gust of wind swept in.

　　 There seemed to be thunder in his ear.

　　 Thunder swordsmanship.

　　 Zhang Yi uses the majestic and condensed true essence to use the thunder sword technique, uses the 20% sword intent as the main body to condense his god, and then blends into the 10% thunder artistic conception to add power.

　　 This blow has surpassed the highest attack power of the previous two battles.

　　 Zhang Yi took a few steps forward, and when his momentum had reached its peak, he lifted his sword and slashed forward.

　　 "The Lightning Flint of Thunder Sword Art."

　　 Under the dark sky, I saw a purple light flashing, and it appeared beside Zhao Wushuang in a flash.

　　 Its speed is really like lightning, and it disappears in a flash.

　　Zhao Wushuang didn't dare to be careless, but also blasted out with a punch.

　　 "The first type of Yan Wang's four styles".

　　As soon as this martial skill was displayed, the true essence surged, and Zhao Wushuang's entire arm was covered by hot magma.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The purple sword aura slashed heavily on Zhao Wushuang's fist covered in magma, and Zhao Wushuang's face changed immediately.

　　Good sharp sword aura, mixed with thunder's domineering, and even boosted its attack power, this contact almost directly cut the magma of his time.

"drink!"

　　 Zhao Wushuang yelled, and the magma covering his entire right arm was sent forward, all the fists pouring into his right hand to counter this fierce offensive.

The magma on 　　's arm subsided, and Zhao Wushuang's fist turned from yellow-red to crimson, and shocking fluctuations spread from it.

　　Siye people have no doubt that as long as this punch falls on the human body~www.novelmt.com~, a big hole will be melted directly without hindrance, and the temperature inside has reached an extremely high level.

　　 However, it was the magma that could melt everything, but it was stopped by a sword gas.

　　 I saw a squeaking sound at the intersection of the fist and the purple sword aura, followed by high-temperature steam rising.

　　 "Blast!"

　　 Zhao Wushuang sent his fist forward fiercely, and then turned fiercely.

　　 The magma was immediately detonated, and the purple sword energy was also shattered.

　　 The explosion shock wave was generated, and Zhao Wushuang, who was in it, stepped back more than ten meters before stabilizing his figure again.

　　 He stared at Zhang Yi on the opposite side, and said coldly, "Your Excellency, good means."

　　 "Swordsmen are already good at attacking, and your Excellency has realized that the sword intent of 20% and the attacking power of the same overbearing thunder mood."

　　 "If it's only about offense, I'm not as good as your Excellency."

　　 "However, it is not only the offensive that decides a battle. In other respects, how many levels did your Excellency reach?"

　　 Zhang Yi smiled when he heard this, and shook hands with flying marks. "For a swordsman, it's okay to have an attack?"

　　 This is a lie. For a swordsman, the best state is of course that the attack and defense speeds are all at the top.

　　 Zhang Yi said this, but he felt that the atmosphere was good and he was in a happy mood.

　　 For a swordsman, as long as there is an attack, isn’t it?

　　Listen, how domineering these words are.

　　 Once I said this, I didn’t know how high the style was.

　　 After hearing Zhang Yi’s answer, Zhao Wushuang was taken aback, and then he laughed, his smile was cold and his tone was indifferent, "Your Excellency is really arrogant, then, Zhao is really going to ask for one or two."