Thunder Sword God Emperor

Chapter 684 Yaoyang fights Wu Haishan!

Including the ferocious Wujia man, even though he was so fierce that he seemed to want to kill all the martial artists on the field, but seeing such a blow from Yaoyang, he had to treat it with caution, and at the same time exuded a trace of coldness.

He can despise any opponent, but that is before the battle, when they meet on the battlefield, he will be more serious than anyone else.

Undoubtedly, Yaoyang is a real strong man. Although he is extremely dissatisfied, he also secretly admits that Yaoyang's strength seems to be stronger than him.

Yaoyang missed a hit, and immediately raised the big tripod, caught Jie Nian's figure in an instant, and then quickly swept towards the opponent. The big tripod was still regarded as a weapon by him, and he threw it at the opponent with all his strength.

Jie Nian saw the big cauldron that was about to attack in front of him, his expression remained unchanged, he quickly untied the Buddhist beads around his neck, raised it with one hand, poured his true essence into it, twirled two fists on his fingers, and then suddenly let go, Crashed into the big tripod.

Keng!
The cauldron was hit, it stopped moving, and made a clanging metal sound, the power that was originally focused on it was instantly dissolved by the true essence on the Buddha beads.

Yaoyang's attack was blocked and his footsteps stopped.

Of course, all of this happened in a very short period of time, and it was difficult for ordinary people to catch it, but for everyone on the field, this was really the simplest thing.

The next moment, Jie Nian moved, as if crossing the void, his figure disappeared instantly, but only appeared in front of the cauldron in an instant, and struck out with an incomparably fierce palm.

This palm directly hit Ding's body, and there was a loud and clear sound like the ringing of a bell. The Ding and Yaoyang retreated three feet under Jie Nian's blow.

"Amitabha!"

After finishing, Jie Nian stood firmly on the ground, said a Buddha's name in his mouth, then restrained his breath, and looked at Yaoyang quietly.

After Yaoyang was repelled, he was still holding the cauldron with both hands, a bitterness flashed in his eyes, he gasped heavily, and after more than ten breaths, his heart slowly calmed down.

lost!

Although he didn't want to admit it, the facts were in front of him. He had to admit that the opponent was too powerful, and it would not be wrong to lose to him.

The field became silent, including the spectators, and no one made a sound.

call!
Yaoyang took a deep breath, and his aura changed. Just when everyone thought he was going to fight again, the big cauldron in his hands suddenly disappeared and instantly merged into his body.

Gradually, Yaoyang's aura gradually receded, and he returned to the state before the battle. He cupped his hands to Jie Nian: "I'm defeated!"

"Amitabha!"

Jie Nian nodded, just clasped his hands together, bowed to him, and then stopped talking.

At this time, everyone couldn't help but pay more respect to Yaoyang, and after the defeat, they also used it to admit that this kind of open and aboveboard character is indeed worthy of everyone's respect.

"But so!"

The shady young man narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered, but he didn't say it out loud.

However, everyone on the field heard it, and their eyes all moved to this person, with doubts, contempt, surprise, but no anger.

Yaoyang looked back at this person, his expression unchanged, and finally turned his head away, ignoring this person at all.

This time, it was really a slap in the face, the dark young man's complexion was extremely ugly, and the murderous intent appeared in his eyes instantly.

As a genius, when has he been ignored by others?
What Yaoyang did was like slapping him in the face in public!
"Okay! Very good! Genius of the barbarians, I remember you!" The shady young man sneered.

At this time, everyone's eyes moved to him again, but they were all joking.

Yao Yang was too lazy to pay attention to this young man, he could feel from the aura of the other party that his strength was slightly stronger than this shady young man, but the other party's character was very unbearable and he was not worthy to be his opponent.

Yaoyang stepped forward and walked towards Tongtiantai, one step at a time, and after three breaths, he was already three feet away.

"Damn!"

Seeing Yaoyang ignoring him from the beginning to the end, the vicious young man was furious immediately, with a hint of sternness flashing in his eyes, he said in a deep voice: "No one has ever dared to ignore me, Wu Haishan, to death!"

After speaking, his body disappeared instantly, leaving only a phantom across the ground, and the bitter wind hit Yaoyang's back.

Everyone else on the field caught this sudden change in an instant. Everyone suddenly turned their heads and looked at Wu Haishan who was about to hit Yaoyang's back in shock, and then all of them changed to contempt.

"What a shame! Can such a person come here?"

"Is there something wrong with this holy mountain? Even such people are allowed to pass!"

"I think God is blind. This kind of person appears here, it is an insult to us!"

Obviously, Wu Haishan's actions annoyed all the martial artists on the field.

They are all geniuses of various races, and they have their own pride in their hearts. If they are unhappy, they can tell them clearly. Even if they are killers, they will not sneak attack out of anger.

This is a shame for geniuses!

Yaoyang felt the strong wind blowing from behind, and felt a creepy feeling in an instant, turned around immediately, punched with all his strength, and met it.

Fortunately, Yaoyang made the move in time, otherwise he would definitely suffer. The opponent's strength is very small, and it was another blow with anger. Naturally, its power should not be underestimated.

Yaoyang hurriedly fought back, and was instantly knocked back three steps, while Wu Haishan froze for a while, and then quickly rushed over.

The battle between the two kicked off in this way. Although Yaoyang was slightly stronger, it was difficult to tell the winner for a while, so the battle between the two was very fierce.

Although Wu Haishan is arrogant, ignorant, and narrow-minded, he still has strength, and it is not an exaggeration to be called a genius in this respect.

Tang Chen guessed that this person should have come from the slaughter, and his moves were fierce and put people to death. If Yaoyang was not powerful, he might not be able to last for long.

Jie Nian looked at Wu Haishan's every move, couldn't help shaking his head, and sighed: "It's a pity that such a talent is so unbearable!"

"Fellow Taoist! You have a lot of knowledge, so do you know which clan this person belongs to?" Tang Chen looked at Jie Nian and asked doubtfully.

"Looking at his breath and appearance, this person should be a genius of the Wu Clan!" Jie Nian said after thinking for a moment.

Wu Haishan and Yaoyang fought for nearly a hundred rounds, the anger in his chest gradually dissipated, and a pressure gradually arose in his heart.

The strength of Yaoyang made it difficult for him to deal with it so smoothly, especially the advantage he established in the battle just now, was defeated by Yaoyang in one round after another.

He met Yaoyang with palms, like a kite with a broken string, it flew upside down seven or eight feet away, and landed a foot in front of Tang Chen, almost fell down, his body was in a bit of embarrassment.

As for Yaoyang, who was knocked back four feet away, he stood firmly on the ground and looked at Wu Haishan quietly. His calm eyes, in Wu Haishan's eyes, were an insult.

(End of this chapter)