Chapter 127: Ten Moves Limit

The sky of the ninth mountain.

The eagles and skylarks were in chaos, crying and killing.

One by one, the broken feathers fell from the sky, messy and broken, like blood weeping.

What was even more surprising was that this time, not only the skylarks were marching forward in formation, but even the eagles formed a military battle formation.

Under the slightly surprised eyes of the crowd, the eagles did not disperse as they did last time when the skylarks rushed.

On the contrary, the eagles actually counterattacked, with a momentum that was almost like a jade-burning-all-stones-burning, and the skylarks were so depressed that they could not breathe!

"Is this the reason why you gave up the fire eagle and chose the white-feathered eagle instead? It does make some sense."

Sen Yuanyuan blinked her bright eyes and understood the true meaning.

Even though the fire eagle is a superior substitute for the white-feathered eagle, it almost completely covers all aspects of the white-feathered eagle.

But the white-feathered eagle has one advantage, or rather a disadvantage: that is, the white-feathered eagle is not smart enough. They generally rely more on physical strength rather than blood power.

This is something that the fire eagle cannot compare to.

The powerful beasts have their own ways of using them, and the stupid beasts have their own uses!

At this moment, the eight white-feathered eagle leaders led the eagles to fight.

In the sky, there were many orange-yellow flames flashing, as if a firework was blooming brilliantly.

But then blood rain gushed out of the sky, and the remains fell to the ground.

"It's only been a few days, and the change is so big, it's like a different person." Zhang Chi was surprised and changed his tactics quickly.

The skylarks cried, presenting a starburst state, fighting each other.

In an instant, a series of small winds and waves surged, as if they were about to condense into a big hurricane, causing sand and rocks to fly in the field, blurring people's vision.

"I'm not a novice who knows nothing." Fang Yang smiled slightly, and his ten fingers flew and moved under his wide robe.

In contrast, the flying eagles' eyes were bloodshot and they fell into a violent state.

This is the forbidden technique of "Slave Spirit Art" to squeeze the source of life and the potential of the body.

Fang Yang used to think of using this move to target Dongfang Mo Ran's group of cranes.

But because of some special unexpected reasons, he was forced to stop.

Now, this forbidden technique is activated, and it is extraordinary.

I saw that the flying eagles seemed to have taken a ten-fold tonic, and their bodies suddenly grew bigger, their feathers were shiny, and their bodies were tense.

Then, they rushed into the wind and waves savagely, and went straight to the skylarks, adopting a nearly one-for-one exchange method!

Hualala...

It seemed that blood-colored dumplings rained down from the sky, constantly hitting the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang Chi was forced to change his formation.

But no matter how he changed, he was still suppressed.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the strange appearance of "Fang Nian" who looked like a killing god today.

"Big brother, you are so powerful." Sen Suiliu opened his mouth slightly.

"Continue to suppress him, don't be careless, don't be careless." Sen Yuanyuan's palms were sweating.

Even the old man Baiying looked at Fang Yang who was looking down on him.

It was not easy for a small second-level cultivator to have such a demeanor, which made the old man Baiying feel very interesting.

In the sky.

There were constant screams.

Every time three flying eagles fell, there would be two skylarks accompanying them.

Fang Yang had a thousand flying eagles, while Zhang Chi had only five hundred skylarks.

The loss of three to two was obviously not acceptable to Zhang Chi.

If he continued like this, he would really be counterattacked by Fang Yang and lose!

Fortunately, this ninth mountain is different from the other eight mountains: that is, the trialists can go down in person.

Similarly, the examiners can also go down in person!

"Roar--"

In an instant, a shadow of a hundred-foot-tall thunderbird appeared behind Zhang Chi, flapping its wings and flying high.

The moment before, he was still like a weak scholar.

The next moment, he turned directly into a terrifying beast bathed in thunder.

The blood was vigorous, the murderous spirit rushed to the sky, the thunder was dissipated, and a strong pressure erupted in his body. The air flow was turbulent, and it actually caused the rocks to turn into dust.

"I won't bully you either. Ten moves are the limit. If I can't beat you, I will admit defeat." Zhang Chi let out a low beast roar.

He burst out with strength under his feet and rushed forward suddenly. The speed was so fast that a purple afterimage was swept in the air.

Such a mighty force can make people feel the chill and great pressure even through the water curtain mirror.

The faces of the group of young people who have not yet opened their minds changed drastically.

"Ten moves is the limit. If I can't beat you, I will admit defeat?"

The rolling thunder and the breathtaking murderous aura completely ignited the phantom of the fire eagle behind Fang Yang, and it seemed to ignite Fang Yang's pride.

But what ignited Fang Yang's pride even more was Zhang Chi's words.

At the same time as Zhang Chi suddenly rose, Fang Yang's blood suddenly rioted, wrapped in a raging fire, like a volcanic eruption, and like a flood gate, extremely bright light suddenly released here.

The phantom of the fire eagle stretched its wings to its heart's content, and cried out wantonly!

[Sky Eagle Spear]

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yang faced Zhang Chi's attack, not retreating but advancing.

He hit his fist with his fist, tit for tat, and confronted head-on.

Before the fists touched, the phantoms of the fire eagle and the phantom of the thunderbird on their bodies collided first.

As the two phantoms rubbed against each other, the flames and thunder rushed back like rain hitting banana leaves.

"Boom boom boom"

The void was like a loud noise, shaking all directions.

The two people were hundreds of feet away, like a dragon turning over, and were torn apart and collapsed into ash.

Then came the billowing gray smoke, which obscured the figures of the two people and made it difficult to see their shadows.

However, the next moment, a figure spit out blood and flew out.

He crashed straight into the mountain barrier, shaking the ground and directly creating a pool of blood.

Who is this person?

Everyone stared at the motionless figure, hesitant and puzzled.

Most of them really didn't want to believe that the loser would be Zhang Chi.

"Ten moves? One move."

Fang Yang's face was calm, and he walked slowly out of the gray smoke.

The breeze blew, and the clothes fluttered.

His calm attitude instantly ignited the emotions of the whole audience.

No one thought that he could actually counterattack Zhang Chi, and in such an easy way.

"Too exaggerated."

"I never expected that the attainment of slavery is only his weakest part. Zhang Chi is really asking for trouble by fighting with him."

"The disciple of the saint is really enviable..."

The young men looked at the extremely chic figure in the water curtain mirror from afar, and they were yearning.

What happened in front of them was really unexpected.

Some people guessed that Zhang Chi would lose, but definitely not in this way!

"Big brother, so powerful, so powerful." Sen Sui Liu's eyes were shocked.

Sen Yuanyuan narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly: "I know you can do it, I just know it."

"Can? Indeed, I can." The old man Baiying stroked his beard and nodded.

It is really good to be able to cross the realm and defeat Zhang Chi.

Even though Zhang Chi's combat power is mostly tied to the slavery, this also shows that "Fang Nian" is amazing.

Such a genius is enough to worship him.