Chapter 308

The purple dragon made a thunderous drink, and the silent roar swept through!

Momentum belongs to the level of consciousness, and what the array can stop is only physical attack, and there is nothing to do with momentum.

Poop poop, at least ninety-nine percent of the people fell from their seats and fell to the ground one by one. Even at the level of the spirit sea, they were in panic and full of great awe.

Yang Zhan suddenly stopped. The big green snake behind his head was broken by Sheng Sheng. His face turned white and his hands trembled slightly.

The fingers connect with the heart. Since the momentum is at the level of consciousness, once it is damaged, it will also hurt the consciousness. Now his mind is in chaos, as if he was pricked by a needle, which is extremely painful!

He wanted to reunite with the gods, but his consciousness was confused. The big snake just condensed into half and broke up, which was the case several times in a row.

God can't work normally. How can he condense the spirit of heaven and earth and add attack?

What the hell is going on?

Yang Zhan looked at the purple fire dragon on Zhou Heng's head. As a quasi fetal state that is about to form a real God, he can be sure that it is definitely not a god! But since he is not a God, why can he disperse his God?

God only, God only, is the condensation and sublimation of God consciousness. How can it be defeated by the momentum of the other party?

Besides, it's understandable if the gods were scattered by the roar of the ancestor of the birth territory. After all, the strength of the gods on both sides is not at the same level, but this man is Zhou Heng... How can he not accept it!

Teng!

In an insignificant corner around the challenge arena, an old man suddenly stood up and stared at the purple dragon flame on Zhou Heng's head. Exclaimed: "Ziyan Tianlong! This is the blood of Ziyan Tianlong! Unexpectedly, there are descendants of the Zhou family!"

He is the ancestor of the birth place who came to town this time. Named yuanshixiang, he is a direct disciple of the saints of heaven. He is now more than 2000 years old. He has seen a lot in his long life, but he is still shocked. It can be seen how excited his heart is.

After a long time, he sat down again and thought, "there was a peerless figure suspected of turning into a God in the dead forest. Now the blood of the purple flame Tianlong, which has disappeared for tens of thousands of years, is it true that, as predicted by ancient legends, a catastrophe sweeping the whole world is about to happen?"

There was silence around. After several minutes, there was a whisper. Everyone looked at Zhou Heng with awe.

They didn't know what was going on, but when they looked at the people around them who fell to the ground, the sense of awe naturally rose from the bottom of their hearts. Let them just want to bow down at Zhou Heng's feet and offer loyalty to the emperor.

Although Yang Zhan's momentum is overbearing, compared with Zhou Heng, he is just like a bandit, without that noble spirit!

Zhou Heng strode towards Yang Zhan and raised his fists. Instantly turned into a piece of gold, the top of the head was purple, and the Dragon roared angrily. He walked faster and faster. Whew, the fast cloud streamer started. He accelerated the speed to the extreme!

Boom!

Like streamer. He cut in front of Yang Zhan and punched out.

"Hum!" Yang Zhanqiang said. A spiritual barrier had been formed in front of him when he moved his mind, but just now it was broken, and the golden fist came unstoppably.

He was surprised and hurriedly raised another spiritual barrier, Qiang, which still couldn't completely stop the bombardment of the golden fist.

Qiang Qiang Qiang, Yang Zhan connected seven layers of psychic barrier, which finally stopped the golden fist, but at this time, Zhou Heng waved another fist and blasted at him.

It's very difficult for Yang Zhan to connect seven layers of spiritual power barrier. Even if the spiritual sea is strong, the spiritual sea is surging and the spiritual power is growing continuously, but he can't afford such severe consumption. He feels exhausted!

But Zhou Heng's fist has been blown over!

He groaned, his feet a little, and his body retreated quickly.

However, compared with Zhou Heng, who has the fast cloud streamer step, he is simply deceiving himself and others. When he moves, Zhou Heng catches up with him and hits him in the face with his golden fist.

Boom!

He immediately flew up out of thin air, crossed an arc and then fell heavily, and half of his cheek immediately swelled.

——Zhou Heng's fist is tempered by the physique of the gold eater. His power of close attack is far more than that of long-range attack in Yiyu.

Yang Zhan immediately stood up. His swollen cheeks quickly healed with the speed visible to the naked eye. The red and swollen color also disappeared and recovered the color of white jade, as if he hadn't been hit at all.

But with so many eyes in full view, how can it really be regarded as nothing has happened?

It's not a raptor but a river. Zhou Heng is arrogant, but he does have arrogant capital!

The sound of cold air was continuous, and the people looked more and more awed at Zhou Heng, while the eyes of Ying Mengfan became blurred, and they wanted to throw themselves into Zhou Heng's arms immediately.

Yang Zhan looked at Zhou Heng coldly. His hands stretched out again, but there was a layer of gray. The whole person's breath also changed greatly in an instant. It became gloomy and frightening from the original domineering solitude, as if it were a corpse climbing out of the grave. It was gray, rotten and evil!

His skin dried up quickly, his hair fell off one after another, and his eyes turned white without eyes.

Although Yang Zhan's figure is not big, his muscular cardia has absolutely nothing to do with being thin, but now his flesh and blood seems to have evaporated. His skin is tightly attached to his bones, like a skeleton with human skin. It makes people shudder at a glance!

Extremely evil!

"What's the secret?"

"Never seen Yang Zhan use it!"

"Hiss, it's evil. Even if there is an array to block it, and it's so far away, I still feel cold all over!"

"Yang zhanke is the most outstanding member of the Yang family, one of the thirteen forces of the Tianlong emperor. How can he have no secrets!"

"This is the inside story of the super rich!"

There was a lot of talk around again, and everyone couldn't hide the vibration in their hearts.

"Zhou Heng, you will eat the fruit!" Yang Zhan said coldly, raising his right hand. Whew, a black shadow flashed around Zhou Heng, forming a black ghost in a flash.

Zhou Heng frowned. The ghost sent out a strong evil spirit, which made him instinctively produce infinite disgust. There was also a cold air, which made the temperature around him drop sharply. It seemed that even the flow of blood would freeze!

"Corpse shadow!" in the distance, Yuanshi rang, frowned and looked strongly disgusted. "I heard that the Yang family may have been inherited by the ancient ghost corpse sect. I always thought it was just gossip. Now it seems that it is true that there is no wind and no waves!"

"In those days, the ghost corpse sect was rampant and almost invincible. It's a pity... They met a top figure who only came out once in a million years, and they were almost extinct for the eternal emperor! Hey hey, now the inheritor of the ghost corpse sect has met the purple flame Tianlong again. It's God's will!"

"The corpse shadow ignores all defenses and hurts people's divine consciousness. It is extremely insidious!"

"But Ziyan Tianlong is the normalizing fire of heaven and earth and specializes in conquering all evils. Yang Zhan is really unlucky. If he changes an opponent, even if his strength is stronger than him, he may capsize in the gutter, but he is just restrained against Ziyan Tianlong!"

"Yang Zhan is defeated in this war!"

Yuanshi sighed quietly and bleakly. After all, Yang Zhan was the key object carefully cultivated by the Wu Pavilion, but he had to be defeated by a new disciple, which made him a disgraceful teacher.

The ghost stared at Zhou Heng and turned around. He suddenly opened his mouth and screamed at him. His mouth was bigger than his head. It was dark like a bottomless hole.

"Get out!" Zhou Heng's thick eyebrow was also a big drink. The purple fire dragon on his head roared at the same time. Boom, the despotic spirit rolled and moved. The ghost didn't even have a trace of resistance. It immediately turned into countless fragments and dispersed one after another.

Yang Zhan was stunned and looked at Zhou Heng incredulously. He even stretched out a finger to point at Zhou Heng and said in a trembling voice, "you, you..." he suddenly flashed his eyes and exclaimed, "purple flame Tianlong!"

This is the second time that Zhou Heng heard Ziyan Tianlong's words. Mao Yuheng had exclaimed like this before, but Zhou Heng didn't take it to heart at that time. Now he finally fell in love with Yang Zhan's exclamation.

"Purple flame dragon?"

"What is that?"

"It seems very powerful!"

"It's really powerful. It suddenly scattered the ghost! Don't you know that it is said that the Yang family has been inherited by the ancient ghost corpse sect!"

"What ghost corpse sect? How can the name make people creepy?"

The discussion below was like a sea wave.

On the contrary, Yang Zhan calmed down. After all, he was Tianjiao who stepped into the territory of childbirth with one foot. If he didn't even have this, the city government wouldn't have come to this step. He looked at Zhou Heng, and a sneer came up at the corners of his mouth and said, "it's disrespectful after the ancient nobles!"

He jumped lightly and left the challenge arena without looking back. He said, "I admit defeat in this battle!"

Admit defeat!

It's incredible that Yang Zhan, the king of Tianhe, actually admitted defeat. Even when he was against the ice Phoenix and the python king, Yang Zhan wouldn't admit defeat!

Also, after the ancient nobles, what does this mean?

Yang Zhan has a strong influence in the Martial Arts Pavilion. As soon as he left, more than 100 people immediately left. Many people also glared at Zhou Heng. It is obvious that they are blaming him for causing their God of war like master to admit defeat in public and losing face.

"Congratulations, brother Zhou!" Sang Qingshan strode forward. Naturally, there were many followers around him. The number was no less than 100, but each kept a distance of more than three feet from him. It seemed that approaching him was disrespectful to him.

Zhou Heng smiled, bowed his hands and said, "it's not worth mentioning!"

"Ha ha, brother Zhou is definitely the first to admit defeat to the king of Tianhe Yang Zhan. This is not worth congratulating?" Sang Qingshan laughed and turned the conversation, "but I didn't expect that brother Zhou had purple flame Tianlong blood!"