491: C491 flame pattern

C491 flame pattern

Facing the martial skill that Wang Yan executed, Long Hanyang did not feel the slightest bit of panic or fear. Both of his hands quickly formed a seal, and in front of him, spirit energy gathered and fluctuated, forming a palm-sized vortex of spirit energy.

"Boom!"

The Wild Flame Fist was just like a hot knife through butter as it ruthlessly smashed onto the green vortex. Immediately, a fiery light shot up into the sky and swallowed the green vortex.

"Bang!"

Just when everyone thought that the berserk flame fist was about to destroy Long Hanyang's martial skill, its power was mighty, and it had severely injured and even killed Long Hanyang, suddenly, the vortex that was engulfed by the berserk flame fist and flame, had completely engulfed itself in flames. Then, the vortex turned into a green condensed spirit energy ball, fiercely smashing towards Wang Yan at a speed as fast as lightning, causing Wang Yan, who was caught off guard, to be smashed by the spirit energy ball in front of his chest.

"Bang!"

After the spirit energy ball smashed onto Wang Yan's chest, it exploded with a loud bang, directly blowing apart the clothes in front of Wang Yan's chest.

"Ah!"

Wang Yan couldn't help but cry out in pain before retreating backwards.

"How can this be!"

Seeing this scene, the people from the Zhang Song Gang and Song Liying were all extremely shocked!

In the clash of martial skills, not only did Eight Star Martial Master's Long Hanyang not lose out, he lost out against Wang Yan's Nine-Star Martial Master.

"Haha, even if you use martial skills, you're not a match for me. How about it? Right now, do you feel very powerless deep in your heart?" His eyes were filled with ridicule, staring at Wang Yan, Long Hanyang asked playfully.

"Hey, don't be too complacent. I haven't even used my most powerful move yet!" Wang Yan deeply exhaled the anger that he held in in his heart, his gaze was filled with fury, and he said with an ice-cold voice.

"Is that so? Do you still want to put up with it? This is good as well, I'll give you a chance. Otherwise, if you die with regrets and your heroic spirit doesn't disperse, you'll be pestering me everyday. " Long Hanyang's eyes were filled with ridicule and mockery.

When Wang Yan heard this, he was even more furious. He berated angrily: "Shut your stupid mouth and watch how I'll beat you up!"

As his words fell, Wang Yan pointed between his eyebrows, and immediately after, a speck of flame appeared between his eyebrows. In the next moment, his entire body exploded with a scorching, violent aura and aura.

Very quickly, a flame like spirit pattern appeared on the center of Wang Yan's brows. The spirit pattern was extremely lifelike, as though it was truly a ball of flame that was burning.

"Hmm? Spirit Emblem? I didn't think that your talent would be this weak! " Looking at the blazing spirit pattern that appeared between Wang Yan's brows, a look of surprise surfaced in Long Hanyang's eyes.

"Senior brother Wang Yan has used his innate 'Spirit Fire Marks'. Now, defeating that big bearded man, is most likely done for!"

"That's right, this big bearded man can no longer be arrogant!"

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After seeing Wang Yan use his Innate Skill 'Spirit Flames Mark', the eyes of the Zhang Song Gang disciples lit up as they said excitedly.

"Hmph, now you want to admit defeat? "Too late!" Hearing Long Hanyang's words, Wang Yan coldly snorted, and said coldly.

"You're thinking too much. I only feel that your talent is a bit stronger than I expected. It's not that you admit that you are very strong, but rather that you should not misunderstand my intentions and become complacent." Long Hanyang laughed playfully and said.

It had to be said that Long Hanyang's ability to anger was not small, and his strength was not weak. If not for him being restricted by Yang Liefeng in the Wild Blood Secret Realm, he would be able to act arrogantly and confidently.

"You're courting death! Watch this move!"

Once again, Wang Yan's fury was stirred up. With an angry shout, his figure rushed out explosively, and ruthlessly slapped towards Long Hanyang with a palm. The palm wind was scorching hot, and like a heat wave, it struck towards Long Hanyang first.

Long Hanyang used his palm against palm, and also struck out with his palm, the dense and condensed spirit energy on his palm surged out.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided. Energy surged and a deafening sound rang out. In the next instant, both of their bodies were knocked back a step. However, the two of them appeared to be completely unscathed.0

"This ?"

The people from the Zhang Song Gang and Song Lianying were equally shocked. However, they could not express any more shocked expressions. After all, shock had come too often.

"How could this be? How could this be?! You are obviously a Eight Star Martial Master!" After unleashing his talent, Wang Yan was still unable to suppress Long Hanyang, and he was about to go crazy.

"Hehe, you feel a deep sense of powerlessness, don't you?" Long Hanyang asked with a complacent smile.

"Displaying his talent and martial skills, this time he will definitely not be able to withstand it!" After he forced himself to calm down, this was what Wang Yan said to himself in his heart.

A fiery aura surged atop Wang Yan's tightly clenched fist. Very quickly, a ball of flames once again ignited atop his fist.

Berserk Flame Fist again!

This martial skill was not Wang Yan's strongest martial skill, but it was a fire type martial skill. It could receive the maximum boost from his Innate Skill 'Spirit Fire Marks'.

"Hu hu"

With the support of his Innate Skill 'Spirit Flames Mark', the flames on Wang Yan's fist were clearly brighter than when he used the Violent Flame Fist, and the berserk aura that exploded out was also even more berserk than before.

Sensing that Wang Yan's punch was especially terrifying, the people of the Zhang Song Gang felt that this time, even if Long Hanyang didn't die, he would at least be severely injured.

Worry surfaced in the eyes of Duan Miaohan, Jiang Yu, Jiang Yan, Zi Long, Du Jun, Zhan Tianlang, Ren Lingjing, and the others.

They were naturally not worried that Long Hanyang would be injured, they were only worried that he would not be able to defeat Wang Yan at this moment.

It had to be known that, currently, their lives, the lives and deaths, all depended on Long Hanyang.

Song Liying and the others were even more nervous and worried.

Amongst Yang Liefeng's group, the only one who looked calm and composed without a trace of fear was Yang Liefeng. His pair of starry eyes remained calm as he stared at Wang Yan with a smile that was not a smile.

Long Hanyang's face now had a smile on it, the smile on it had disappeared, and his entire face had turned serious. The dense and condensed spirit energy around his body started to gather on his fist, and finally formed a blue colored fist.

Obviously, this was also a martial skill, Long Hanyang still planned to take's Berserk Flame Fist head on.

Of course, even if he wanted to dodge, it would be difficult. Although Wang Yan's talent did not allow him to increase his speed, with the speed of his Nine-Star Martial Master, it was difficult for Long Hanyang to dodge.

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