"Bang!"

Almost at the moment when the purple dragon transformed into a huge purple lightning, the huge purple lightning emitted by the purple flame suddenly collided with it. At the moment of the impact, the shocking sound of the sky made people tremble. In addition, under the shocking sound of the sky, waves of force echoed around, like purple ripples.

But these ripples seem extremely dull, but if the other monks feel it, it will not be difficult to feel that the powerful waves of resistance are like impact, and are powerfully destructive.

In this sky, under the eyes of Saint Maiden, Meng Xue and others, these two huge purple lightnings suddenly turned into shattering under the echo of the explosion. And when the ripples were rippling, the flowing clouds that had originally turned into vortex in the sky seemed to be under a strong impact at this moment, splashing towards the surroundings.

Almost at the same time, at the moment when these two huge purple lightning disappeared, the lightning that originally flashed around the purple lightning also dissipated out of thin air at this moment. But it is worth mentioning that under the impact of this powerful force, Zilong's expression was solemnly swept away by the shock wave. It was not until several miles away that he barely stabilized his body and a mouthful of blood splashed out from his mouth.

In the distance, Zilong looked unwilling. He looked at Zi Yan opposite him and felt anger in his heart. This anger was revealed from the resentment emitted around his body. Even in the same house art and the same cultivation class, he was not a match for Zi Yan. At this moment, he suddenly realized that fighting with Zi Yan could not defeat! This is an unchanging fact.

"I can't defeat you, even if it's the same art of the manor, but the power of cultivation emitted by me is still inferior to you."

Zilong's words seemed very plain, but it was precisely in this very plain words that contained all the unwillingness in his heart.

Facing Zilong's words, Zi Yan suddenly stepped forward. The two previous thunderous forces that had impacted him were not harmless, but not too much. There was only a sensation of numbness coming from the palm of his hand, but his expression did not show it, but was indifferent and cold. Looking at the place where Zilong was, at the moment when the footsteps fell, the void trembled, with his feet as the center, and waves of power fluctuations echoed around like waves.

Zi Yan's voice was plain but powerful: "I said before that even the art of the courtyard, even at the same level, the power of cultivation you emit would not be comparable to me. So you have always been there, overestimating your ability!"

As Zi Yan's words fell, a purple aura suddenly burst out from his body, which turned into a purple column of light. It was like a purple sword, carrying a burst of cold light. At this time, Zi Yan's body was moving quickly around. The appearance of this cultivation aura means that he would not let the purple dragon go at all. So when the cultivation aura suddenly appeared, his footsteps stepped forward again, and his voice seemed to condense the power of the sky. He said in a deep voice: "You shouldn't have been imprisoned, and you shouldn't have imprisoned me for thousands of years. You shouldn't have imprisoned me, and you should have to torture me in various ways. I entered the courtyard at the same time as you, and treated you like your own brother. Even if outsiders called me the God of War, I have never had the air of a God of War in front of you! Why did you treat me like this!"

When Zi Yan's words came to the back, the moment when his voice echoed, the void seemed to be impacted by this sound, causing cracks to appear in the void, and even waves to appear in the crack. This sound contained endless hatred, the indelible hatred. And while the sound was still echoing, Zi Yan's body burst out again with a purple cultivation aura. This aura rose from the soles of his feet, and the moment it appeared, it turned into a purple light, and then became a purple sword, carrying cold light, and quickly shuttled around his body.

In the distance, when Meng Xue, Saint Maiden and others saw this scene, they couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Especially when they saw the two purple swords with cold light were traveling around Zi Yan's body, the Saint Maiden pondered: "It seems that Zi Yan's hatred at this time has reached the extreme." Even though it is a certain distance from Zi Yan, the Saint Maiden could still feel the resentment coming from Zi Yan in the void. Even after she felt this resentment, she felt a tremor in her heart.

Hearing this, Long Yinyue smiled indifferently. With his personality, he would not feel any shocked by the resentment coming from Zi Yan's body. In his world, or in his thoughts, he felt that everything should be taken for granted. Whether it was killing, peace, or everything, in his opinion, everything was normal. So he didn't say anything, just smiled quietly and looked forward, as if he was waiting for the show to happen, waiting for Zi Yan to kill Zi Long.

It has to be said that in comparison with Long Yinyue, Gu Xuanzi is indeed in contrast with him. Any changes in small things will arouse Gu Xuanzi's curiosity. The appearance of strong power will shock him even more. Not to mention that the powerful force that seeps out from Zi Yan at this time also has a kind of resentment that makes people feel it. So when the saint's words fell, he said in a serious expression: "It seems that Zi Yan's next blow will definitely make Zi Long... crushed to pieces."

The rest of the people did not continue to speak. They focused their eyes on Zi Yan. This time they condensed, they immediately saw that Zi Yan took another step. After taking this step, as before, in the tremor of his void, with his feet as the center, waves of power spread around the surroundings. There was also a purple aura that rose up again, turned into a purple sword, carrying cold light, and shuttled around his body again.

But the difference is that after taking this step, Zi Yan's body and Zilong were directly closer to Zilong. Although it was a distance of several miles, Zi Yan was just an easy step. It can be imagined that Zi Yan's cultivation is also among the best among this group of people.

But at this time, Zi Yan took another step. The distance between this step was not long. However, after the footsteps fell, amid the tremors of the void, it was not a purple cultivation aura that rose up, but two cultivation aura that suddenly rose up. While the purple aura that rose up, it became even more rampant with the purple swords that were traveling around Zi Yan's body. When the cold light oozed out, it made people feel a sense of trembling in their minds.

Meng Xue seemed to have discovered something. She frowned slightly. When she looked at Zi Yan at this moment, she did not see Zi Yan continue to walk forward. So a thought flashed quickly in her mind, but this thought could not be fully confirmed for her at this moment, so she said in a suspicious tone: "Purple Yan fell step by step, and when each step fell, a breath of cultivation rose up in the soles of her feet, and then turned into a purple sword, shuttled around his body. But after the fourth step fell, in the tremor of the void, there were two purple auras that oozed out of the soles of her feet. At the same time, the moment these two purple auras turned into sharp swords, the sharp swords that were passing through instantly became rampant... as if they were summoned. Could it be that Zi Yan was deliberately activateing a magical technique at this moment?"

The saint frowned, and when Meng Xue reminded her, she seemed to have noticed something abnormal. She said, "It's indeed a bit strange. Could it be that he is activateing a magical technique that belongs to their manor?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Xue shook her head, saying that she didn't know now.

"I can never surpass you. You have learned the five elements sword technique in the courtyard... but I still cannot understand it."
Chapter completed!