On the blood martial arts stage, Zhang Huayun''s real yuan moved a little, which soon pressed down the restless Qi and blood in his heart. Although he was not injured in this fight, this result was not what Zhang Huayun thought.


    What he wants is a scene in which long Bufan is hard supported in front of him and is finally oppressed by his powerful strength to slowly abuse to death or kneel down to beg for mercy.


    But now, he didn''t follow the plot as he thought. Instead, when he was fighting in close combat just now, he felt that his sword technique was restrained by the move and couldn''t give full play to the power of the past. What''s the matter?!


    He frowned and looked at the Dragon Bufan. He saw the latter holding a keel scale gun, the tip of the gun pointing obliquely to the ground, and the flame visible to the naked eye was burning on the gun barrel. The Dragon Bufan himself stood in the air, covered with golden red scales, flashing bright light in the sun, with a ferocious face, just like a fire demon from the abyss and hell.


    It was this flaming figure that fell into Zhang Huayun''s eyes, but it seemed a little timid, which made him know how to move for a while and a half.


    "Fear?"


    Zhang Huayun was shocked. He suddenly realized that there was a trace of fear in his heart.


    You know, fear is a great taboo in the battlefield!


    Moreover, the source of this fear comes from the extraordinary dragon he has always regarded as a mole ant!


    "Bastard!"


    Zhang Huayun snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and an inexplicable anger surged in his heart. He couldn''t accept it. His arrogance would be shaken by a little man he hadn''t paid attention to!


    If you can''t even solve a scum from a low-level sect today, his face will be nowhere in the temple and Pavilion!


    Thinking of this, Zhang Huayun was even more angry in his eyes, and his fear was immediately submerged by endless anger. Then he rushed out and dragged a series of golden shadows on the bloody platform.


    "Boom --!"


    In Zhang Huayun''s figure sprint, the Jin Feng heavy sword clenched with both hands burst into bright golden light under the crazy perfusion of Zhenyuan. After a few seconds, you can see a huge golden sword shadow of more than ten feet condensed on its sword body.


    On the surface of the sword shadow, Jin mang began to converge strangely and quickly, showing concave cracks, like a mysterious rule rune, with amazing fluctuations and spread.


    "Bastard, die!"


    At the next moment when the shadow of the sword appeared, Zhang Huayun drank violently, and the Jin Feng heavy sword in his hand suddenly chopped down, and the majestic sword shadow with dazzling golden awn directly swept out.


    For a moment, the air in this area seemed to be torn apart, sending out bursts of sharp and piercing wind. The terrible wave of the sword shadow also instantly locked the dragon''s extraordinary figure and roared away.


    "It''s a golden crack!"


    "I''ve seen Zhang Huayun use this golden split chop once in the martial arts competition three years ago. Once it is used to lock the enemy''s breath, it will never die. Even if it avoids, it will catch up again!"


    "Tut Tut, I didn''t expect that this boy forced Zhang Huayun to show his sword skill at the bottom of the box. Even if he died, he would have no regrets!"


    Seeing Zhang Huayun''s martial arts, the temple Pavilion disciples who bet on Zhang Huayun''s victory looked excited and looked forward to long Bufan''s defeat in this move, and then collected the winning gambling money happily.