Weapon Master

Chapter 345

Chapter 345 - Three Dragons Spirit

"What's going on?"

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other.

In that span of a dozen breaths, although Tang Huan and Yan Zhangkong's weapons had not touched each other at all, the clash between them was extremely intense, dazzling everyone who were watching.

But now was the time to shine with brilliance, and Yan Zhangkong was about to withdraw.

Although Yan Zhangkong looked somewhat passive under Tang Huan's superb longspear, he should not have reached the point of dodging the fight.

As everyone's thoughts raced, Yan Zhangkong's complexion turned green and red.

He was very clear that if he were to retreat just like that, he would definitely be mocked by the numerous Martial Warriors of this "Heavenly Spirit Realm" in the future. However, he really did not want to fight with this Tang Huan anymore.

Tang Huan's spear speed was as fast as lightning, his spear was aimed at the same vital point, although he reacted in time, forcing Tang Huan to quickly change his spear's direction. But before he could even catch his breath, Tang Huan's next spear strike followed closely behind, one after another, continuous and without end, as if there was no end to it.

However, under the continuous thrusting of Tang Huan's long spear, the enormous sword in his hand missed again and again.

The stifling sensation of a sword slashing into cotton was extremely unbearable. He could endure it once or twice, and over a hundred times, it caused Yan Zhangkong to go insane, as though his chest was about to explode.

"You don't want to fight anymore?"

A few meters away, Tang Huan walked towards Yan Zhangkong, the long spear in his hands rippled with heat, but a ridiculing smile actually floated on the corner of his mouth, "If you want to fight, fight, if you don't want to fight, just don't fight. Yan Zhangkong, do you think that you're the top ranker on the Heavenly Spirit Rankings, Yu Feiyan?"

"You …"

Tang Huan's contempt caused Yan Zhangkong to explode with anger.

With a sudden wave of the giant golden sword in his hand, Yan Zhangkong was about to pounce towards Tang Huan again, but when his feet had just moved, he suppressed that impulse of his. He knew very well that if he couldn't come up with a way to break it, he would fall back into that trap.

"Yan Zhangkong, if you really do not wish to fight then so be it. I am magnanimous and do not consider myself to be inferior to you. You only need to hand over what you have on you and you can scram." Tang Huan sneered.

"Bullshit your mother! Tang Huan, do you really think I'm afraid of you? "Go to hell!"

Yan Zhangkong had already suppressed the anger in his heart earlier, but now, he could no longer hold it in. With a roar, he waved his huge sword and once again shot explosively towards Tang Huan. Streams of golden blade light separated from the sword and in an instant, another Golden Dragon formed. Following the sword force, it bared its fangs and brandished its claws and roared forward. In an instant, the sharp and berserk Strength Qi covered the surrounding space.

Once again, Yan Zhangkong displayed the "Heavenly Dragon Illusionary Sword Technique".

However, this time, his attack was very different from the previous one. The instant the Golden Dragon roared, another golden dragon started to condense and take shape within its body. Inside the golden dragon's body, a third golden dragon started to take form.

Three golden dragons, and each dragon was wrapped around one. Whether it was the Strength Qi that was being released, or the aura that was fluctuating, they were all several times stronger than the last time. In the blink of an eye, the terrifying aura twisted the void, and within everyone's line of sight, that small region seemed to have become illusory and unreal.

"Three Dragons Illusory Spirit, this time Chang Kong is really going all out!"

Not far away, when the young man called Zhong Feng saw the situation, his face could not help but change a little, "I hope that after this strike, Tang Huan will still be able to keep his little life."

The other three young men didn't say anything, but their expressions were exactly the same as his.

Behind them, the other Martial Warriors s were all feeling shocked in their hearts.

When the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique" unleashed the "Three Dragons Illusory Spirit", its power was indeed extremely terrifying. The moment they felt the undulations from the "Three Dragons Illusory Spirit Sword Technique", they couldn't help but shiver in fear, as if their bodies were about to be torn apart by the incomparably sharp Strength Qi.

At the back of the crowd, Ouyang Yuntian, Tu Peng, and the others were all overjoyed, especially Tu Peng. He was extremely excited, causing his slightly distorted face to turn red.

This Tang Huan is seeking death!

If Yan Zhangkong agreed to give up, the matter would have been settled. However, he actually wanted Yan Zhangkong to hand over the items he was carrying, as long as the Martial Lord of the eighth step was afraid of a small Stage Seven Martial Master like him. The reason he wanted to stop was because he didn't want anyone to die.

"So this is your final trump card?"

Before the golden dragon could roar and approach, the extremely sharp Strength Qi had already swept over.

Tang Huan was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, his heart involuntarily trembled, he immediately sensed the unusualness of Yan Zhangkong's attack, but he was not flustered or alarmed. In between the mind instructs (in a second), within the Dantian, the "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" was like a spirit pellet, revolving even faster.

In a blink of an eye, the blazing Spiritual Fire power had already fused with the Genuine Qi and flowed into the spear.

He had originally wanted to keep the "Nirvana Sacred Fire" untouched, but now, it seemed that if he were to use even the slightest bit of the Spiritual Fire's power, he would not be able to withstand this sword strike.

"Chi!"

In the next moment, the Dragon and Phoenix Spear in Tang Huan's hand thrusted out.

The body of the spear trembled, the tip of the spear spun like lightning, and a blazing fiery aura roared out like a collapsing dam. A fireball condensed and took shape at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, and it rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, it had become extremely bulky, and a terrifying heat seemed to burn the entire space.

Yan Zhangkong was still using the "Heavenly Dragon Illusory Sword Technique", while Tang Huan was still using the "Profound Fire Transformation" of the "Flaming Rainbow Spear Art" to face it.

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With a piercing sound, the fireball suddenly exploded.

Everyone's eyes did not blink. The scene that they had previously witnessed appeared once again. However, this time, it was many times more intense than the previous time. In the midst of the sounds of impact, countless fiery red lights whizzed along the spear's attack, covering the entire sky and covering the three golden dragons.

In this instant, everyone felt as if their ears were going to go deaf. Their vision was already somewhat blurry, and could only see golden and red lumps of light crazily exploding; dazzling to the point of being hard to look at; even Tang Huan and Yan Zhangkong's figures were being annihilated by the shattered neon light.

Following that, an incomparably ferocious Strength Qi surged out in all directions unrestrainedly, bringing with it a frightening heat.

"Ding!"

After a moment, a familiar clear sound came out, everyone's heart stirred, they immediately turned to look, only to see two figures quickly retreating, it was Tang Huan and Yan Zhangkong. But just when everyone wanted to see if Tang Huan was injured or dead, as soon as he landed on the ground, he suddenly broke free from the reins and shot forward again. The long spear in his hand drew a dazzling ray of light, and smashed towards Yan Zhangkong's left waist with the momentum of sweeping away a thousand troops.

In that instant, Yan Zhangkong didn't even have a firm footing as he hastily brandished his sword.

"Clang!"

Amidst the loud ringing, Yan Zhangkong's burly figure flew out and ruthlessly smashed into the wall of room number 12 in the eleventh row.