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Chapter 647: Demonic Spear
"Stop it quickly."

Li Qixiu, the president of the Wuxing Association, who had just been contradicted and humiliated by Yan Wanjun in public, quickly stretched out his hand and called out loudly, "Yan Wanjun is a talent of our Wuxing Association. He is destined to become a strong martial artist in the future. We cannot let him suffer any loss."

Instead of thinking there was anything wrong with it, the others nodded in agreement.

The sign of a powerful warrior is equivalent to an admission letter. As long as Yan Wanjun can survive to achieve a breakthrough, he will surely become a powerful warrior again.

By that time, the master and disciple of Yanshan were both powerful martial artists with a transcendent status, and they were the objects of flattery and befriending by many martial arts schools.

As for Zhou You, no matter how powerful he is, he is still confined to the martial arts circle and cannot be compared with Qiang Wu.

Some people even reminded Zhou You loudly, "Don't hurt Yan Wanjun. Stop while you're ahead. Let him fight and admit defeat gracefully. This way, both sides can save their lives."

The people at Daqian Martial Arts School were so angry that their noses were crooked, but with such public sentiment, their voices were extremely weak in the overall environment.

This is the deterrence of powerful martial arts. Once you achieve powerful martial arts, you are no longer the same as ordinary martial artists.

Yan Wanjun's breakthrough on the battlefield demonstrated his own value and was naturally praised by everyone.

However, many people also encouraged Zhou You, saying, "Don't be a coward, kill him."

The wizards were the most excited. They wished Yan Wanjun would be killed by Zhou You, so as to eliminate a powerful future fighter.

Therefore, these witches were afraid that the world would not be in chaos, and they made a lot of noise, making the scene even more chaotic. On the stage...

When Zhou You faced this spear, 'Demon Flame Breaking Clouds', he suddenly realized that this move was specifically aimed at his Black Cloud Spear.

Breaking through the clouds, breaking through the clouds, what was broken was his Black Cloud Spear Skill.

Yan Wanjun's hatred for him was so deep that he did not forget his hatred even when guarding the medicine field and practiced targeted fighting methods.

But that's it.

"The random beating is the random beating of the dates with sticks."

The next moment, Zhou You raised the wooden stick high up, like a pillar inserted into the sky, and hit the red dates with a crackling sound.

Their postures and looks are very much like those of a child staring at tempting dates.

What he was facing was not a jujube tree full of fruits, but a fatal shot from Yan Wanjun after he realized the signs of powerful strength.

Soon everyone realized that in front of Zhou You, the murderous intent everywhere was no different from the piles of fruits.

The wooden sticks clanged and collided with the Overlord Spear, with their trajectories being messy, like tangling bushes, but every collision knocked off a ball of black air from the Overlord Spear, like the falling of jujube fruits.

After this happened repeatedly, the power of the shot was instantly weakened by 30%.

Snapped!
Yan Wanjun felt a pain on the back of his hand as he was hit by the wooden stick over the spear.

He was shocked and looked at the direction of Zhou You's wooden stick. It was chaotic and traceless, and it actually overwhelmed his murderous shot.

The spear moved aside, freeing itself from the wooden stick, and stabbed towards Zhou You's heart like a poisonous snake emerging from a hole.

In the flash of lightning, the tip of the gun was as sharp as a needle, and it had already touched Zhou You's chest skin and drilled into his heart.

pat!

The wooden stick jumped out and hit the tip of the gun, causing the black gas to dissipate and the gun body to shake violently.

The knuckles of Yan Wanjun's hands were broken and he could barely hold the spear. He turned around on the spot and spurred his horse back to draw his spear.

"It is hard to return from the prison, and if a man does not turn back, the gun will turn back."

The spear and the knife were so vicious that they pierced through the sight and hit Zhou You's lower abdomen.

Just when he was about to shoot through Zhou You's internal organs, he suddenly felt an intense pain in his back, as if it was about to split apart.

Before he could execute his killing move, Zhou You hit him on the back with a stick. The stick hit him hard, and the pain penetrated his bones. Yan Wanjun staggered forward a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

Lost again!
Fortunately, Zhou You was holding a long stick. If it was a bronze knife, his spine would have been cut open. Fortunately, the knife hit his thick back. If it hit the back of his head, he would have been almost dead.

"Stop it, stop fighting!"

The warriors tried to persuade them that since the wizard had a powerful enemy nearby, and both of them were extremely powerful martial artists, they should unite to face the enemy.

If the two of them had attacked wizards just now, it would have been enough to kill dozens of wizards.

There has never been such a moment before, the warriors hate internal strife so much!
"shut up!"

Yan Wanjun raised his hand and fired a gun, piercing the neck of the warrior who was trying to persuade him, and his head fell to the ground.

Such cruel means made everyone realize that Yan Wanjun didn't care about other people's persuasion at all. He was the disciple of the Hateful Overlord Yanshan, and the domineering blood flowed in his bones.

No matter how great such a person's future achievements are, irrelevant people should stay away from him.

"Zhou You, you succeeded in irritating me. Thank you."

"I have a feeling that today I will break through the strong martial arts and beat you to death in the ring."

Yan Wanjun's smile was distorted, his facial muscles were twisted beyond normal, his face was full of deep wrinkles, and his pupils had turned completely black, as if ink was sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

The blood vessels on the back of the hand holding the gun are bulging, and seem to be connected with the lines on the gun barrel, and the qi and blood flow smoothly in the body and the gun.

He laughed wildly, the energy and blood in his body rising steadily, and the signs of his strong strength were like a piece of white paper stretched straight in the wind, about to be torn into pieces.

Zhou You realized that this guy was treating him as a whetstone and a stepping stone!

Invincible, getting stronger with each battle, and unlimited upgrades, this seems like the fate of the protagonist no matter how you look at it!
The sky was filled with dark clouds. Looking closely, large swathes of black air were spreading and permeating the clouds.

Countless black air polluted the world in this space, turning it into Yan Wanjun's home court.

Following the signs of strong military power, Yan Wanjun stirred up changes in the weather of the local world and added another bargaining chip.

But even so, he was still not satisfied and had no intention of stopping.

"Zhou You, come quickly, let me stab him to death, help me to clear my mind, I am only half a step away from becoming a powerful warrior."

Yan Wanjun's tone was filled with intense desire and greed. The Overlord Spear seemed to come alive. The eyes of the ghost head that was swallowing were flashing red, and it was swallowing black air in big gulps. The patterns on the spear were like blood vessels swallowing and exhaling blood.

At this moment, no one was within a thousand meters of the arena, and the bloodstains on the ground were proof of that.

Those who don't know how to live or die have already paid the price with their lives. If they move forward at this time, their bodies will explode on the spot and there will be no intact corpse.

Someone calculated that the number of "own people" who died at the hands of Yan Wanjun was greater than the number killed by the witches. It was hard to tell who were the enemy or the friend.

At this time, only Zhou You was left standing in front of Yan Wanjun, facing the surging trend of heaven and earth.

"It's done. I've done it."

Suddenly, Yan Wanjun's tone turned into ecstasy, "Zhou You, your ancestral grave is smoking, and you are about to die at the hands of a powerful warrior."

As soon as he finished speaking, black air filled the sky like sewage that had found an outlet and rushed madly towards a gap.

After a few breaths, the arena regained its clear visual space, and Yan Wanjun swallowed the last of the black air into his mouth.

He shook the Overlord Spear slightly, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky. In an instant, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, and the weather became uncertain.

Controlling local weather changes with the palm of your hand is a serious military authority.

This proves that Yan Wanjun has officially upgraded to the first level of powerful martial arts.

(End of this chapter)