Sword martial arts dragon

Chapter 217 Ten Young Masters
"What a strong breath, Ben Lei Fist."

Zhao Letian was startled one by one suddenly, and hurriedly stood up, with the power of thunder and lightning emerging from his fists, he rushed to meet him.

"boom!"

The powerful power of true essence, mixed with thunder and lightning exploded, and the two of them retreated at the same time.

The young man in white only took one step back, while Zhao Letian took seven full steps back before stopping with difficulty.

"A mere fourth level of true martial arts can shake me?"

The young man in white looked at Zhao Letian in disbelief, with surprise in his eyes.

Zhao Letian remained silent, staring at the young man in white with a very ugly expression on his face.

He knew that this time he met a real strong man, this young man in white was definitely not an ordinary seventh-level real martial artist, his strength was even stronger than Wu Kui, who was at the eighth-level real martial arts.

"It's actually Wan Yanzheng, one of the top ten sons of the capital."

"Although Wan Yanzheng is only ranked eighth among the top ten young masters, his strength is far superior to those of the same rank. It's unbelievable that that kid at the fourth level of true martial arts can push him back a step."

The crowd exclaimed.

"Top Ten Young Masters of the Royal Capital? Wan Yanzheng?"

Zhao Letian wrote down the name.

"Wanyanzheng, what are you still doing in a daze, kill him quickly for the princess."

Princess Murong Qian shouted.

"Okay Princess, I'll take off his dog's head right now."

A cold light flashed in Wan Yanzheng's eyes, and he flew towards him again.

"War Dragon Arm."

Zhao Letian didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly took out his dragon arm, shot out a phantom of a black dragon, and slammed at Wanyan Zheng shaking his head and tail.

"boom!"

Wan Yanzheng struck out with a palm, smashing the dragon shadow, but his figure was also forced to stop.

"What a powerful puppet device."

Wan Yanzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Zhao Letian's dragon-shaped armguards with a greedy look in his eyes. It would be a waste for such a good thing to fall into the hands of a person of the fourth level of real martial arts. If he can get it, his strength will definitely will greatly increase.

"Wan Yanzheng, can you do it? You can't even kill a person who is at the fourth level of real martial arts, so don't come to see me in the future."

Murong Qiandai frowned, dissatisfied.

"Princess don't worry, this palm will kill him, phantom palm, kill."

Wan Yanzheng smiled coldly, and flew forward again, his figure flickered halfway, and suddenly turned into countless illusory afterimages, rushing towards Zhao Letian from different directions.

Zhao Letian's eyes froze, revealing a dignified look. This person's palm technique is somewhat similar to the Huang-level martial art he used before, but it is much more brilliant. There are countless illusory afterimages, overwhelming the attack , as if filling the entire space, making it inevitable for people to avoid.

"War Dragon Arm."

"Sky Burning Thunder Dragon Spear."

"Human puppet."

The next moment, Zhao Letian punched out a dragon shadow again, and swept it out. At the same time, a long spear emerged from his right hand, carrying the power of lightning and flames, and swept towards the phantom in the sky. Finally, he took out a huge humanoid puppet and blocked it. in front of you.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Wan Yanzheng struck with his palm, first smashing the black dragon shadow, then smashing the thunder and lightning gun shadow, and finally smashing fiercely on the humanoid puppet, leaving a clear palm print on the puppet's indestructible chest, and killing the puppet. The puppet was forced to take two steps back.

"So strong."

Zhao Letian was slightly startled, Wanyan Zheng's powerful strength made his blood boil and aroused his strong fighting spirit.

"A puppet at the peak of the seventh level of true martial arts? Boy, you have so many methods."

Wan Yanzheng stared at the huge black puppet in front of Zhao Letian, his face was gloomy and very ugly, Zhao Letian actually blocked his attack three times in a row, which made him feel very humiliated, especially since he just went to the county Lord Murongqian boasted to Haikou, saying that this palm would kill Zhao Letian, but now, Zhao Letian is still safe and intact. Spicy sting.

At the same time, the faces of the surrounding audience were also filled with shock. They never thought that Wan Yanzheng, one of the top ten sons of the royal capital, would be so strenuous to deal with a mere fourth-level true martial artist. He couldn't do anything to the other party.

"Wan Yanzheng, you have disappointed the princess too much, you trash, go together and kill him for me."

Murongqian, the princess at the side, said to the young people beside her with an expression of impatience on her face.

"Wait! Princess, give me another chance. If I don't kill this person today, I won't be at ease."

Wan Yanzheng revealed a cold killing intent in his eyes, and pulled out a long sword.

"Okay, then I will give you another chance, don't let the princess down again."

Murong Qian hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, since Wan Yanzheng took out the spiritual weapon, it seems that he is finally ready to get serious.

"Don't worry, princess, this time he is dead."

A cruel sneer appeared on the corner of Wan Yanzheng's mouth, and the mighty power of true energy surged from his body, and he walked towards Zhao Letian step by step.

"Boy, you are proud enough to be able to force me to use the spirit weapon, but your martial arts will also be terminated here, the rainstorm swordsmanship, slash."

Wan Yanzheng stared at Zhao Letian, and said indifferently, and then his figure flickered, and he swung his sword directly to slash up, the shadow of the sword was heavy, and it poured down like a torrential rain.

"My martial arts, no one can break, what are you, Fengleibu."

Zhao Letian let out a deep shout, his figure flickered, and turned into an electric arc, instantly dodging Wan Yanzheng's attack.

"So fast."

"What a brilliant martial art."

The crowd exclaimed, Zhao Letian's speed just now was too fast, many people couldn't see clearly.

"Mysterious-level high-level movement martial arts? Plus wind power, thunder power? Kid, who are you?"

Unbelievable shock appeared in Wan Yanzheng's eyes, and then he asked with a livid face.

He failed again, using the spirit weapon, but still failed to kill Zhao Letian with a single sword, his face was gone.

However, this time, it wasn't that his attack was not enough to kill Zhao Letian, but that he never thought that this mere boy who had cultivated at the fourth level of true martial arts could have such amazing body skills.

In his opinion, it is absolutely impossible for a young man with such astonishing strength to be an ordinary person, and Zhao Letian must have a lot of background.

"Who am I and what does it have to do with you, fight if you want to fight, get out if you don't fight."

Zhao Letian said indifferently, Wan Yanzheng's strength is indeed very strong. Without using the original means, Zhao Letian can't fight him head-on, but he can use his body skills to move his position, as well as Zhanlong Arm and With the help of humanoid puppets, he continued to deal with him.

"Okay, okay, boy, you have the guts, you don't think that you are the only one who knows martial arts, right? If I don't kill you today, I, Wan Yanzheng, swear not to be human."

Wan Yanzheng said with cold eyes, Zhao Letian made him lose face, he must kill Zhao Letian to clear his name.

"Wanyanzheng, don't you think it's shameful enough? How about a majestic seventh-level real martial arts expert, who is too shy to attack a fourth-level real martial arts junior? How about we fight each other?"

At this moment, a black-clothed young man with an iron rod on his shoulder and a wine jug in his hand walked over with a mocking smile while pouring his head up into strong wine.

(End of this chapter)