Chapter 660: Battle of Artistic Conception!

As soon as they started fighting, Zuo Youxian was at an absolute disadvantage.

It was not because he was not strong enough, but because he had never felt the suppression and impact of his mind.

It had a great impact on his mind, which in turn affected his martial arts.

He and Zhao Deyan fought with swords and claws, but Zhao Deyan's fierce claws had a clear advantage.

The strange sword power in "Ren Bing Sword Technique" was almost directly broken up by the fierce claws.

Zuo Youxian was a little flustered for a while, he had never encountered such a situation before!

"Brother, think about your mentality when you perform rituals, don't be affected!"

Jia Huan, who was standing aside, couldn't help but remind him at this time: "Adapt to the methods of the Demon Marshal, you can do it, don't panic!"

"Boy, you are arrogant, I will deal with you later!"

Zhao Deyan's eyes were full of fierceness, his figure was like a ghost flying up and down, and his pair of iron claws turned into thousands of cold rays, intending to kill Zuo Youxian, who was at a disadvantage, with his claws.

Judging from this posture, he really didn't care about the so-called friendship of the Saint Sect. He killed without any courtesy.

Sure enough, the nickname has the word "demon" in it, and it's not for nothing.

"Let's get past my senior brother first. Everyone can talk big!"

Jia Huan sneered, and there was no fear on his face.

In fact, the strength of the Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan was still a little different from his.

He could see clearly that Zhao Deyan seemed to have a very ordinary understanding of the realm of heaven and man. The mental impact and martial arts he used seemed sharp, but they did not exert the true power of the realm of heaven and man.

In this case, Senior Brother Zuo Youxian was not much worse than the Demon Marshal!

Sure enough, Zuo Youxian got Jia Huan's reminder and reacted suddenly.

Next, he still drew his sword strangely and gloomy, and even brought a trace of death.

But the strange thing was that the feeling given to the Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan was inexplicably peaceful!

It was just that the sword with such a strange sword intent blocked the fierce attack of the Demon Marshal like a storm.

As if he had opened his mind, Zuo Youxian changed his previous slump, and the long sword in his hand seemed to have a soul, and he fought the Demon Marshal on equal terms in a strange and inexplicable way.

What happened?

Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan was stunned. No matter how sharp his Eighteen Soul-Grabbing Claws were, and he also attacked Zuo Youxian's mind wave after wave, he did not achieve the desired result.

On the contrary, Zuo Youxian became more and more energetic as he fought. The long sword moves in his hand were strange and gloomy, but with an inexplicable peaceful atmosphere, he could easily block the mental shock from the Demon Marshal.

What's even more strange is that the Yin-biased sword moves in "Ren Bing Sword Technique" unexpectedly matched his state of mind at this time, and the power of the long sword in his hand gradually increased.

When the sword was thrust out, in addition to the strange and gloomy angle of the moves, there was also a meaning of wanting to take the opponent away directly and bury him like a dragon.

As the sword moves and the mind cooperated more and more tacitly, Zuo Youxian gradually realized some of the powerful means of the state of unity between heaven and man!

As for the Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan, he has become a stepping stone for Zuo Youxian to take a step forward!

Even at the end of the fight, Zuo Youxian thrust out a sword, making the Demon Marshal seem to see the scene of a coffin coming to the door.

Damn it, how can this fight continue?

"No more fighting, no more fighting, I don't know what tricks you used, Zuo Youxian, it's really unlucky!"

Sensing something wrong, Zhao Deyan immediately jumped out of the battle circle, and his eyes changed when he looked at Zuo Youxian.

"Ahaha, it's really refreshing, Demon Marshal, how about we continue to fight for 300 rounds?"

Zuo Youxian was full of joy, and his eyes looking at the Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan were quite fiery.

"I didn't expect that after reaching the peak of the innate realm, there would be such a scene!"

"The realm of heaven and man!"

Jia Huan, who had been standing next to him, said: "There are relevant records in both the classics and the notes left by the seniors of the sect!"

"Hehe, I have been wandering in the innate realm for many years. How can I find the introduction of higher levels? I can take a good look at it later!"

Zuo Youxian said proudly: "I am no longer the same as before!"

"Hmph, I don't want to listen to your nonsense!"

Zhao Deyan sneered: "It's just that I just touched the threshold of the realm of heaven and man. What's there to be proud of?"

"It's just like the demon commander is wandering at the threshold of heaven and man!"

Jia Huan sneered: "Otherwise, how can you not even take down my senior brother!"

"Boy, you are very sharp-tongued, why don't you let me try your skills?"

Zhao Deyan was angry, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, his eyes were sharp and murderous.

"Then I won't be polite!"

Jia Huan laughed, raised the long sword in his hand, and instantly turned into a flash of lightning and shot out.

A blazing artistic conception like the scorching sun merged into the sword light, and the sword energy burst and was extremely domineering.

Boom!

Feeling the crisis of life and death, Zhao Deyan's face changed drastically. He no longer dared to be arrogant and hurriedly took out a pistol from his back, and then stabbed it suddenly.

The sword and the gun collided in mid-air, and a shocking explosion broke out.

For a time, the air waves rolled and the wind was strong. Zhao Deyan was forced to retreat five steps backwards by the huge recoil force.

Jia Huan also flew back, but he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and turned into a flying swallow as agile as a flying swallow. His body soared into the air with the fierce power of the scorching sun and drew the sword again.

Bastard!

Zhao Deyan was stunned. He didn't expect Jia Huan to be able to launch a fierce attack at this time.

The pistol in his hand spun wildly, like an electric drill flying in the air.

There was an endless sound of violent collisions, and sparks flew in the air, making it very lively.

One wave after another of powerful recoil forces forced Zhao Deyan to retreat again and again, and his blood and qi in his body were agitated and disordered, which was very uncomfortable.

What shocked him the most was that the ghostly meaning in his spear skills was actually melted away quickly in front of Jia Huan's scorching sun, just like the scorching sun and white snow.

On the contrary, it was the scorching sun in Jia Huan's swordsmanship that made him feel very uncomfortable!

It was just like the battle with Bi Xuan at the beginning, always under the scorching sun.

Although the artistic conception of Jia Huan's swordsmanship was far inferior to that of Bi Xuan at this time, this guy was already on the right path.

As long as he continued to study it in depth, he might be able to reach the level of Bi Xuan!

A quarter of an hour later, Jia Huan, his senior brother Zuo Youxian, and the sudden visitor, the demon commander Zhao Deyan, were sitting in the reception room of Changgeng Temple, serving tea.

The atmosphere between the three was quite harmonious, as if they were not the ones who had just fought.

"Demon Marshal, we are all members of the Saint Sect, so there is no need to target each other, or we will make fun of ourselves!"

Jia Huan put down his teacup and suddenly said, "I have a bold idea, but I wonder if Demon Marshal is interested?"

"If it can be accomplished, the world outside the Great Wall will be ours!"

"You are really brave, you want to target Wu Zun Bi Xuan?"

Zhao Deyan is worthy of being the third character of the Saint Sect, and he reacted instantly and sneered.

"Why not?"