Chapter 823 The Past of the Red Flame Spear, Be Serious, and Do Your Best

After Ci Song listened, there wasn't much change in his expression. He had heard from Yan Zheng and Ning Ping'an before that Yan Wen's Dantian was damaged and he couldn't fully concentrate on his talents.

"The sword technique I wanted to perform just now is called: Ten Thousand Blades Return to One. It condenses all the shadowless sword light that I previously released into one sword, thereby unleashing the strongest blow. Unfortunately, with my In the current situation, it is simply impossible.”

Having said this, Yan Wen sighed softly, then turned to look at Ci Yang in the audience, and threw away the ten thousand blades in his hand, "Go on."

Upon seeing this, Ci Yang immediately stepped forward to catch Wan Ren, then raised his head and looked towards Yan Wen, waiting for the next words.

"I have used the Ten Thousand Blades Sword Technique once, and I have also taught you all the mental techniques of the Ten Thousand Blades Sword Technique. How much you can comprehend depends on your own destiny."

Yan Wen ordered Ci Yang, then turned his head and walked slowly towards the two closed boxes.

Ci Yang held his sword and bowed to Yan Wen, saying: "Sir, Ci Yang will definitely live up to your trust."

Yan Wen did not respond too much, but waved his hand to him, signaling for him to leave. Ci Yang did not stay too much. He saluted Sun Buxiu and others present before leaving the martial arts arena.

The remaining two decayed boxes are slender and have some mottled appearance eroded by time, but their exquisite carvings and simple patterns can still be seen.

With a slight creaking sound, he slowly opened one of the boxes. In an instant, the entire secret room seemed to be on fire. A dazzling fire shot up into the sky and illuminated the dim space like daylight.

The firelight condensed in the air, gradually converging into a majestic gun shadow. The blazing flames were like the scorching sun in midsummer. Not only did they illuminate the surroundings, but the temperature rose sharply, causing the cold air lingering around him to be instantly washed away, and the breathing of everyone present became tense. Hot and heavy.

The hot temperature made the surrounding air become somewhat distorted. As the fire light jumped, it seemed as if there was a red flame dragon hovering in the shadow of the gun, emitting a low dragon roar. Yan Wen stretched out his hand, directly grasped the gun shadow, and then pulled out a flaming spear from the fire.

This spear was nine feet long, and its tip was as sharp as a blade. It shone with blazing fire and seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles in the world.

Every ray of light contained a terrifying high temperature. Even the air seemed to become fragile under the light of the gun, as if it could be ignited at any time.

The gun barrel is as red as jade, crystal clear, and the complex patterns carved on it seem to come to life, with fiery snakes circling and squirming as the gun body trembles, emitting a heart-stopping fiery luster. "This is Mr. Han Yan's most precious treasure, the Red Flame Spear???"

Shang Han, who was under the martial arts stage, recognized the origin of this flaming spear at a glance, with a look of disbelief on his face.

He was a student of Han Sheng Academy when he was young, and later became a teacher of Han Sheng Academy. He had a very good relationship with Mr. Han Yan. When he was still a student of the academy, he had seen Mr. Han Yan use Red Flame Spear.

"Wasn't this thing given to his junior brother by Mr. Han Yan back then, so that it could represent Mr. Han Yan's will to protect Tianguan? Why is it in Yan Wen's hands?"

This red flame spear is naturally a genuine Yasheng treasure. The body of the spear is carved from extremely rare red fire jade, and the tip of the spear is fused with meteorite iron, making the entire spear not only extremely hard, but also has the ability to burn all things. Horrible heat.

Later, Mr. Han Yan received a message from Tianguan. The content was that Mr. Han Yan's junior brother died in the battle against the aliens and the Red Flame Spear was lost. After that, many disciples of Mr. Han Yan also went to search outside Tianguan, but they never found the spear, and in the end they had no choice but to give up.

Shang Han never expected that Yan Wen would actually get this spear.

Yan Wen held the red flame gun and waved it gently. Wherever the tip of the gun passed, the air was instantly ignited.

A fiery red gun light burst out, and the terrifying temperature instantly evaporated the cold air released by Ci Song Shuihan Sword.

The gun light struck the edge of the martial arts platform, and the hard stone surface was instantly pierced, leaving a scorched black hole. The stone on the edge of the hole melted into magma under the blazing high temperature and slowly dripped.

Ci Song looked at the red flame spear in Yan Wen's hand. He could clearly feel the terrifying pressure and hot temperature emanating from the spear.

"Ci Song, you have to be careful next time."

At this moment, Yan Wen's aura completely exploded after receiving the Red Flame Spear, and he looked completely different from when he used the Ten Thousand Blade Sword just now.

He has been practicing marksmanship since he was a child. After holding the Red Flame Spear in his hand, his whole body's aura changed drastically. At this moment, he was like an unsheathed sword, with its sharp edge revealed.

"The wind and clouds are miraculous on paper, but the sun and moon shine on the pen."

"A single stroke will shock the heaven and earth, and a soft word will make the world understand."

As Yan Wen recited the first war poem, the talents surrounding him were stimulated to the extreme. The nine layers of clouds and mist behind him turned into little ink marks and blended into his blood, adding a bit of otherworldly aura to him.

The flames on the gun became more and more powerful under the nourishment of talent. It was as red as the most gorgeous sunset in the sky, and like the magma surging in the depths of hell, releasing a blazing high temperature that could burn everything. The surrounding air was distorted by this high temperature, and the space ten feet around him was ignited, forming ripples visible to the naked eye.

Yan Wen suddenly stepped on the ground with both feet. The force was so great that the hard stone floor cracked instantly.

At this moment, his body turned into a dazzling flame, and the speed was so fast that it was shocking. Only a residual image was left in the original place, and he himself rushed towards Ci Song on the opposite side like an arrow from a bow.

"Come on!"

Ci Song did not change his expression, but a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. He knew that this was the strength that Yan Wen should have, not like what happened just now, when the two of them were playing like playing house.

The Shuihan Sword danced lightly in Ci Song's hand, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground. A cold air from the deep sea gathered instantly and turned into a crystal clear ice wall, standing in front of him.

However, Yan Wen's Red Flame Spear seemed to ignore the existence of the ice wall. The tip of the spear carried a scorching high temperature that was enough to melt everything, and it slammed into the ice wall fiercely.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the seemingly indestructible ice wall shattered like fragile glass, turning into countless tiny ice crystals that splashed everywhere, and then quickly melted under the high temperature, turning into wisps of white water vapor that rose up, adding a bit of unreal hazy beauty to the entire martial arts stage.

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