War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

"Severance Sect?"

Hearing Zhang Yan's words, Xiao Ping couldn't help being taken aback. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is that the third-rate faction in the area south of Beimo, the 'Severing Emotion Sect'?"

Zhang Yan's face remained stern all the time, and he didn't answer Xiao Ping.

But Xiao Ping confirmed it himself, and when he looked at Zhang Yan again, he showed a sarcastic smile, "How dare a disciple of a third-rate force speak nonsense in front of me, Xiao Ping? Ridiculous! Do you know who I am, Xiao Ping? "

Zhang Yan still did not speak.

"Tell you! I, Xiao Ping, am a disciple of the 'Izumo Sect', one of the three major second-rate forces in Beimo! You, a disciple of a third-rate force, exist like an ant, and dare to be arrogant in front of me, Xiao Ping?"

Speaking of this, Xiao Ping's eyes shone coldly, and he shouted coldly: "Today, you will definitely die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ping didn't say any more nonsense. He moved towards Zhang Yan, and the narrow knife in his hand seemed to turn into a poisonous snake. It sprang out quickly and bit Zhang Yan's vitals.

Wow!

Above the void, the power of heaven and earth is turbulent, and the vision of heaven and earth reappears.

A total of more than 930 phantoms of ancient horned dragons reappeared in the void above Xiao Ping's head, and they rushed towards Zhang Yan's place with their fangs and claws, like a rainbow.

Xiao Ping, a disciple of Izumo Sect.

Among the ten young disciples of the Izumo Sect who entered the "Emperor Wu's Secret Treasure" this time, their strength can be ranked in the "top three".

Because of this, Xiao Ping has strong confidence in his own strength.

In his opinion.

A disciple with mere third-rate strength is just an ant-like existence in front of him, and he only needs one face-to-face, and he can completely wipe him out of this world.

Facing the menacing Xiao Ping, Zhang Yan's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes turned completely cold, and he stretched out his hands quickly.

In an instant, on Zhang Yan's hands, there was an additional glove made of an unknown material, and the moment the glove appeared, there was a bit of cold air on it.

"The artistic conception of ice?!"

Sensing the cold air emanating from Zhang Yan's hands,

Xiao Ping's eyes were fixed, and there was a bit of surprise on his face.

The artistic conception of ice can be regarded as the most powerful natural artistic conception, and it is almost impossible to comprehend it unless it is a person with extraordinary talents and opportunities.

But when he saw only two hundred phantoms of ancient horned dragons appearing in the void above Zhang Yan's head, Xiao Ping couldn't help showing a sarcastic smile on his face, "It turns out it's just a 'high-level artistic conception of ice'."

In his opinion.

A high-level ice artistic conception is no threat to him!

However, his expression changed very quickly.

It's just because, while bursts of frightening cold air emanated from Zhang Yan's hands, Yuan Li rose up with it, turning into strands of raging flames, perfectly fused with the cold air.

In an instant, strands of blue flames burst out from Zhang Yan's hands, exuding bursts of scorching breath and bursts of cold breath. The combination of contradictions brought an invisible sense of oppression.

Wow!

At the same time, in the void above Zhang Yan's head, on the side of the 200 phantoms of ancient horned dragons, another 300 phantoms of ancient horned dragons were added.

Among them, 200 phantoms of ancient horned dragons belong to the 'First Level High-level Fire Art'.

The artistic conception of fire was conceived by the 'artistic conception of ice'.

Such a method is a magical method of Zhang Yan's top-notch kung fu "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue".

As for the other hundred phantoms of ancient horned dragons, they were all attracted by Zhang Yan's cultivation of the 'seventh level of the cave realm'.

Almost at the same time, another seventy-eight phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared, which were precisely the 'amplification power' of the second-grade spiritual weapon gloves on Zhang Yan's hands.

A total of 578 phantoms of ancient horned dragons!

However, it didn't end there.

"Two Heavens of Ice and Fire!"

As Zhang Yan spoke indifferently, the blue ice flames that combined 'ice' and 'fire' on his hands suddenly surged up, exuding bursts of terrifying aura.

In an instant, in the void above Zhang Yan's head, on one side of the 578 phantoms of ancient horned dragons, another 400 phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared.

A total of 978 phantoms of ancient horned dragons!

If 'Pei An', the suzerain of the Duanqing Sect, was here, he would definitely turn pale with shock when he saw this scene.

Because this means that his personal disciple Zhang Yan has mastered Dacheng's 'Fire and Ice Double Heaven', which can double the combined power of ice and fire!

The two heavens of ice and fire are the means in "Tai Shang Wang Qing Jue", "Small Accomplishment" can increase the combined power of ice and fire by half, and "Great Accomplishment" can double it.

Now, Zhang Yan has mastered the Dacheng's "two heavens of ice and fire"!

"how is this possible?!"

Xiao Ping's expression changed precisely because he saw this unbelievable scene.

The nine hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragon phantoms above the head of this Duanqing sect disciple have completely surpassed the power of the nine hundred and thirty ancient horned dragons that he can display when he uses his full strength.

At the same time, Xiao Ping rushed towards Zhang Yan's narrow knife fiercely, and because of his agitated mind, the speed showed signs of slowing down.

But at this moment, a figure with a vast blue ice flame on his body greeted him in a blink of an eye, and arrived in front of Xiao Ping, causing Xiao Ping's expression to change drastically.

hum!

Xiao Ping didn't dare to hesitate any longer, the strength of the narrow knife in his hand surged, and he rushed towards Zhang Yan, as if he wanted to cut Zhang Yan in two.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from Zhang Yan's mouth. Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yan's hand fell like a cattail leaf fan, fast as lightning, and landed on the narrow knife in Xiao Ping's hand.

Snapped!

After slapping the narrow knife in Xiao Ping's hand away from its original trajectory, Zhang Yan's hand remained close to the narrow knife.

In an instant, the narrow knife was covered with a layer of frost, and the frost swept and spread, spreading all over Xiao Ping's body in a blink of an eye, making Xiao Ping's figure that wanted to dodge show a sign of a pause.

Wow!

At this moment, Zhang Yan's other hand was entwined with blue ice flames, and it swept out like lightning, like a cattail fan, covering Xiao Ping's forehead.

"No!!"

Seeing Zhang Yan's palm wrapped in blue ice flames and containing the power of nine hundred and seventy-eight ancient horned dragons fall on his forehead, Xiao Ping's expression changed drastically.

He wanted to fight back to defend, but found that his body had become a little sluggish due to the cold air coming from Zhang Yan's palm, and he had no time to fight back.

Snapped!

Zhang Yan's palm landed on Xiao Ping's head, cracking it like a watermelon, and the red and white things that splashed out were completely frozen by a layer of ice, without touching Zhang Yan at all.

Xiao Ping's body fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, and the narrow knife in his hand fell to the ground, making a 'clang' sound.

Zhang Yan frowned, and casually took away Xiao Ping's 'Najie' and 'Second Grade Spiritual Saber', and put them into the Najie.

Immediately afterwards, he took Liu Qi's 'Najie' and 'Second Grade Spirit Sword' away from Liu Qi who had been dead for a long time, and put away the 'Shards of the Artistic Conception of Fire' scattered all over the place.

There are hundreds of fragments of the artistic conception of fire in total. After putting them all away, a faint smile rarely appeared on the corner of Zhang Yan's mouth.

"Good harvest."

Zhang Yan frowned, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

This time, he can also be regarded as "mantis catching cicadas, while oriole is behind", reaping the benefits of the fisherman.

Soon, Zhang Yan's eyes fell on the exquisite box on the ceiling in the middle of the cave, and then he flew out and took down the exquisite box.

"But I don't know what's in it."

With curiosity in his heart, Zhang Yan raised his hand and opened the exquisite box.

A moment later, a 'fragment' that shone with a deep fiery red aura appeared in front of his eyes, making his eyes brighten and his breathing quickened.

"Isn't this a 'fragment of the artistic conception'! Could it be a 'fragment of the profound meaning'? Or a 'fragment of the profound meaning of fire'?"

Zhang Yan gasped.

And almost at the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came out of the box and entered Zhang Yan's ears. At the same time, it spread out in all directions with extremely terrifying penetrating power.

"Congratulations, young man... this 'Shard of the Profound Truth of the Nine-Layered Emperor's Realm of Fire' is yours now."

Soon, Zhang Yan realized that it was the voice of the Martial Emperor who left behind the "Martial Emperor's Secret Treasure".

"In this box, there is actually a 'Sound Gathering Formation'... However, the sound just now seems to have a very strong penetrating power, and it may have spread to the surrounding area by now, right?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yan's pupils shrank.

As soon as he reacted, Zhang Yan heard three swift whistling sounds, and rushed into the cave he was in in a blink of an eye.

In a moment, three figures appeared in front of his eyes.

"Junior Brother Liu!"

The owner of one of the figures was a young man in black. His eyes fell on Liu Qi's corpse on the ground, and his expression changed drastically.

Obviously, like Liu Qi, he is a disciple of the 'Impermanence Sect'.

"Senior Brother Xiao Ping!"

The other two young men looked at Xiao Ping's body, their faces changed drastically, and they looked at Zhang Yan again, with a hint of horror mixed in.

After the two looked at each other, they seemed to have reached a tacit agreement, and quickly turned around, intending to escape.

What a joke!

Those who can kill Senior Brother Xiao Ping are not something they can deal with.

"Since you're here, don't leave."

Zhang Yan's voice came out coldly, and when he raised his hand, two vast blue ice flames swept out, catching up with the two disciples of the Izumo Sect in a moment, enveloping them and killing them.

The two corpses landed on the ground, making two soft bangs, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"The artistic conception of ice? The artistic conception of fire?"

The Impermanence Sect disciple in black condensed his face slightly, his eyes radiated coldness, staring at Zhang Yan, "Your strength is not bad, you can kill Junior Brother Liu and Izumo Sect's 'Xiao Ping'... However, in In front of me, you are not enough to see!"

As soon as the impermanent sect's words finished speaking, his body shot out like an arrow flying straight towards Zhang Yan.

The spiritual weapon appeared in his hand, and Yuanli and 'artistic concept' followed like a shadow and merged into the spiritual weapon.

At the same time, more than 930 phantoms of ancient horned dragons appeared in the void above his head, and they all rushed towards Zhang Yan.

"Zhang Yan?"

When the disciples of the Wuchang Sect charged towards Zhang Yan, a figure like an elf in fire quietly appeared in the cave.

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