The God of War Challenging Heaven Chapter 921: Tan Zong is defeated

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Chapter 921 Tan Zong's defeat

Tan Zong was shocked, and hurriedly blasted the world-shattering saber that flew out, took a big hand, held it firmly in his hand, and then quickly landed on the ground.

"Call..."

Seeing such a scene, the people around him took a long breath. Fortunately, Tan Zong really deserves to be the number one master of the beam, and he is so powerful that he can survive such a situation.

"Tan Zong, you are the No. 1 master of the beam, but your strength is really ordinary. I don't even need to show the strongest martial arts to defeat you! Your "Thirteen Dragon Slaying Styles", Don’t you have the last three knives? Show them."

Qin Yi raised the spear, pointed at Tan Zong, and said lightly, Jun Yi's face was indifferent.

What he said, no doubt, like an awl, plunged into Tan Zong's heart fiercely.

"Chinese youth, you have to be crazy...chief..."

Tan Zong roared, as the top master of the big beams, not only did he not be able to domineeringly kill this kid, but he was always at a disadvantage, which made him faceless. Now, this kid is actually right. He was so disdainful that he didn't finish a word, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I don't know if it was hurt or angry.

I wiped the remaining blood on the corner of his mouth, Tan Zong's gaze looking at Qin Yi, leisurely became a vulture to the extreme, and said every word: "Okay, I will let you see "Tu Long Ten" The last three knives of "San Shi"."

"Thirteenth Style of Slaying Dragons——The Eleventh Style!"

Tan Zong burst into a drink, and slashed the five-foot-long war sword in his hand to Qin Yi in front of him. On the sharp blade, three dozens of ten-foot-long suddenly burst out. Dao Mang, with a harsh whistling sound, slashed at Qin Yi fiercely, the speed was unspeakable, and in the blink of an eye, it hit Qin Yi's chest.

Qin Yi smiled faintly and raised his Yanyun spear to block.

"Crack!"

Three huge scarlet blades suddenly shattered at the moment they touched the smoke and cloud spear. The huge impact force hit Qin Yi, and he took a few big steps back, hunting and hunting. Noisy, black hair all over his head, all backwards.

"Small carving skills."

Qin Yi raised his spear across his chest, smiled faintly, and said slowly.

The corner of Tan Zong's mouth was violently twitched. The eleventh style of his "Thirteenth Swordsman Style" actually only took this Chinese teenager back a few steps. This is the same as the picture he imagined in his mind. The difference is too far.

He cannot accept such a bad picture!

"Huaxia Boy, die!"

Tan Zong, whose heart had been broken into pieces, roared and played the twelfth style of "Thirteenth Style of Slaying Dragons". The five-foot-long sword of the world, struggling to slash, by the previous The three huge blood-colored blade lights turned into six, and they cut through the air towards the young man in front.

"Om..."

Smoke clouds and spears vibrated, and the mighty killing intent appeared.

The young man held the ancient spear in one hand and stirred abruptly. The ancient spear suddenly smashed into pieces, shattering all the six shocking blades that had been smashed together.

The movement of Tan Zong in front of him did not stop. The wide soles of his feet stomped fiercely on the ground, and the whole earth shook suddenly. His huge body swept away with the help of this stomping force. Out.

In the blast, the shocking sword in his hand struggling to cut out.

The thirteenth style of "Thirteen Ways to Slay the Dragon"!

It is also the strongest one!

As he slashed out this knife, endless killing intent filled every inch of space here, as if the entire training ground had become an eternal killing field in an instant. It feels breathless.

And the blood-colored blade lights turned into nine, nine blood-colored blade lights, as if they were nine blood dragons, whizzing towards the Chinese young man in front, drowning him completely, and strangling him continuously. .

"Haha, the Chinese boy, the thirteenth style of Lao Tzu's "Thirteenth Style of Slaying the Dragon", or is it not a trick?"

Looking at the Chinese young man who had been completely submerged in the nine huge **** sword lights, Tan Zong laughed wildly, only feeling extremely comfortable. This incredible kid was finally killed by himself.

He knows very well that his own "Thirteen Types of Dragon Slaying" is the last form of power. Now, the Chinese teenager is strangled by thirteen **** swords. They are definitely piece by piece, and there will be no second situation.

However, many times, things always go against people's wishes.

Tan Zong's happy and wild laughter suddenly stopped, because he saw that the nine blood-colored blade lights in front of him suddenly broke apart and turned into nothingness.

He only had time to open his mouth in astonishment, and a phantom came out suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, it came out in front of him. He fixed his eyes and saw only one face with a faint smile. Yi's handsome face.

Next moment.

"Boom!"

A loud noise!

The Yanyun spear has already swept Tan Zong's body severely.

Tan Zong's body suddenly heard a sound of "pop" broken bones, and his huge body flew out just a hundred meters away, and fell to the ground with a crash, making a dusty layer.

"Tan Zong, obviously, the thirteenth style of your "Thirteenth Forms of Slaying the Dragon" is still just a trick."

With a sigh of relief, Qin Yiyang pointed his gun at Tan Zong on the ground, and looked down at Tan Zong on the ground.

Qin Yi’s last shot was not lightly swept away. The bones of Tan Zong’s body were completely broken in more than a dozen places. However, despite this, Qin Yi obviously still had mercy, otherwise, he is now lying on the ground. It is already a corpse.

Anyway, the purpose of my coming to Daliang this time is to obtain the fire lotus. He doesn’t want to make things uncontrollable. Once this Daliang’s top master is killed, Majesty Daliang, I really don’t know that he will become angry What it looks like.

Tan Zong quietly lay on the ground, his face pale as paper, and his mouth still let out a low growl like a beast, his red eyes were round, radiating unwilling light.

At the same time, he was in a daze, and felt that the Chinese teenager standing proudly in front of him was a mysterious, tall, and mysterious emperor who had come here from the extremely remote age of immortality and broken endless time and space. Stalwart...

What?

Daliang's number one master, defeated!

How is this possible?

Such an ending made all the beamers who were watching the battle, including His Majesty the beamer, all kill their eyes.

The entire training ground, like a huge cemetery, was completely silent, without making any sound.

All the people are like five thunderstorms. They are stunned and unable to move. Such an ending cannot be accepted by them.

The **** in their hearts was so powerfully defeated by a young man from China. From beginning to end, the young Chinese boy even acted quite relaxed, as if...has not done his best!

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