Zhou Heng and the others, not far away, nodded slightly after seeing the approach Zhao Yun took.

Although the solution is a bit risky, it is undoubtedly an extremely correct thing.

A cultivator with the thunder attribute has the ability to attack far and melee at the same time.

If you want to defeat such a monk, in addition to absolute strength suppression, you are forcing the other party to fight in close combat.

Otherwise, you will be destined to suffer a big loss.

"Boom!"

The continuous collision of guns and thunder lightning has achieved even results.

Peng Yanyu was determined to get rid of Zhao Yun, but unexpectedly, Zhao Yun was like a dog skin plaster and could not get rid of it.

In desperation, Peng Yanyu had no choice but to have a close battle with Zhao Yun.

Otherwise, to outsiders, Zhao Yun has been chasing him all the time, making him seem to be running away in panic.

Even if this is not true, it is always a shameful thing.

"Good come!"

Seeing Peng Yanyu taking the initiative to welcome him, Zhao Yun was immediately overjoyed. He was also very upset when he was chasing the battle before. Perhaps because of his previous life, he prefers this kind of close-range battle. The tiger-eating spear spear rotates, and countless gun lights gush out, covering Peng Yanyu.

"It's just futile!"

The thunder cloud beads in Peng Yanyu's hand continued to release the power of thunder, forming purple thunder whips, sucking the spears around him.

"Puff!"

Countless guns and thunder lightnings collapsed.

The distance between the two sides is nowhere near.

"Bang!"

The two of them directly met.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them was swept away directly.

Zhao Yun and Peng Yanyu both took dozens of steps back, stepped on the void, and ripples arose.

Evenly matched!

"It's really strong!"

Zhao Yun and Peng Yanyu looked at each other, and both saw the long-lost fighting spirit from each other's eyes.

"You and I don't use magic weapons, how about a close battle?" Peng Yanyu suddenly spoke.

Zhao Yun raised his sword eyebrows and before he could speak, Peng Yanyu continued, "Of course, if you don't want to, then we can continue to fight like this."

Once upon a time, Peng Yanyu was also a cultivator who was good at close combat. However, after obtaining the Thunder Cloud Pearl, with the help of the thunder power, he chose the far-range attack profession. The facts have also proved that with the Thunder Cloud Pearl in his hand, the far-range attack seemed to be able to exert more powerful power.

However, in the battle with Zhao Yun, Peng Yanyu gradually regained his passion for close combat. He wanted to temporarily abandon Thunder Cloud Pearl and have a close-knit battle with Zhao Yun.

But he is not forced to do anything. If Zhao Yun doesn't want to, he can continue to maintain such a battle.

But if you want to decide the winner, it will probably take much longer than Xue Rengui and Fan Jin.

"Can!"

After Zhao Yun was silent for a few seconds, he decisively put away the tiger-eating spear.

Peng Yanyu glanced at Zhao Yun deeply and put away the Thunder Cloud Pearl.

"Come!"

Both sides stepped on the void and rushed towards each other.

It's like a comet hitting the earth.

"boom!"

An amazing destructive force swept through.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of ten miles was swept away in this moment.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two big men engaged in the most primitive close-knit battle.

Zhou Heng and others not far away were all speechless.

This is not a demon clan, what kind of hand-to-hand combat is it?

The human race has to look like the human race.

If you have magic weapons, use your fists?

"Tsk tsk, so savage!"

Houyi was excited when he saw that he was excited.

Although he is good at archery, as a great witch, his physical body is also one of his strengths.

In ancient China, especially in Houyi, men's battles were always bare hands and hands.

Sun Wukong didn't speak. Although his body was strong enough, he had to admit that his hand-to-hand combat was not good.

His strength depends more on the Ruyi Potian Stick to be able to be exerted, or even extraordinary.

When I fought against the Green Bull Monster in my previous life, Sun Wukong, who had the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and Sun Wukong, who had no Ruyi Golden Cudgel, had the strength gap of not a small part.

...

This battle lasted half an hour.

Although the hand-to-hand combat is enjoyable, it not only takes the sacred power but also the physical strength.

After a big battle, Zhao Yun and Peng Yanyu both felt a little tired, and the soreness from their bodies seemed to be announcing the intensity of their hand-to-hand combat.

If this battle ends here, it will definitely be the result of the draw.

However, neither they nor the camps of both sides are willing to accept such an ending.

The winner must be decided.

"Next, let's decide the winner!"

Zhao Yun looked at Peng Yanyu and said, then he took out his Tiger-Devouring Spear, "Show off your thunder cloud pearl!"

In hand-to-hand combat, the two sides are in the same position. If they continue to fight, they may not be able to score a victory or defeat for another ten days or half a month.

So it is better to take advantage of the fact that the holy power in the body has not been completely consumed, and a wave of "fast attack" is more suitable.

"Can!"

Peng Yanyu nodded and took out the Thunder Cloud Pearl.

"Man and gun are integrated, and a sky-devouring attack!"

Zhao Yun stomped his feet in the void, and rushed out like lightning with the tiger-eating spear in his hand, as if it turned into an extreme spear, piercing towards Peng Yanyu.

The "fusion" between itself and magic weapons erupts with a move that exceeds the limit.

This shot has reached the level of a full blown attack by a powerful man who has entered the holy realm.

Peng Yanyu felt a sense of crisis that penetrated his bones and immediately did not dare to neglect it. The thunder power inside the Thunder Cloud Pearl was like a flood collapsed. In an instant, all the kung fu rushed out, like a thundersnake dancing wildly, covering the void that spanned several miles, releasing the power of destruction.

Peng Yanyu manipulated these thunder powers and gathered into a spear that shone with the ultimate thunder power, and strongly faced the sword light that pierced through.

"boom!"

The two guns collided, and the aura of destruction swept like a hurricane, sweeping hundreds of miles in an instant.

Zhou Heng and others dodged at the first time. The destructive power generated by the collision between Zhao Yun and Peng Yanyu was enough to completely destroy the ordinary saint realm.

Even ordinary half-step quasi-saint powerhouses dare not take it lightly.

Everyone is paying attention to the situation on the battlefield.

After about a few dozen seconds, the storm of destruction gradually dissipated, and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth around him gathered again, and the two figures in the battlefield gradually revealed their outlines in the dust flying in the sky.

"Who won?"

Zhou Heng and others' eyes were fixed on these two figures.

As the smoke and dust were about to dissipate, one of the figures fell to the ground, and the other figure was half kneeling on the ground.

Everyone's spiritual consciousness swept over immediately.

Soon, Zhou Heng smiled and said, "I won!"
Chapter completed!