The fear of cultivating immortals comes from insufficient firepower

The next moment, a muffled sound was heard, and a terrifying shock wave swept through the ring again.

After all, Zhou Xiaosheng's flying disc was not a real defensive magic weapon. As a result, the flying disc and the person were blown away by Wang Hao.

While he was in mid-air, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and finally fell to the ground with a roar.

On the opposite side, Wang Hao did not take the opportunity to catch up and continue the attack, but stood there gracefully.

Soon, Zhou Xiaosheng started chopping hard and put the long sword and Frisbee into his storage bag with a wave of his hand.

Sighing, he cupped his fists and saluted Wang Hao.

"Thank you for your mercy, fellow Taoist. I lost."

Hearing this, Wang Hao laughed.

"Well, fellow Taoist disciples are not weak at all. It is already very good to have your kind of fighting power among the casual cultivators."

With the victory or defeat decided, Yao Zixu waved his hand to open the formation light curtain.

"In the first round, King Kong Sect disciple Wang Hao won."

"Then Wang Hao, do you want to go down to heal, or continue to fight?"

Hearing this, Wang Hao just wanted to say that he wanted to continue fighting, but the leader of the King Kong Sect spoke in advance.

"Wang Hao, come down and take a rest. There are many opportunities to play!"

Seeing his elders speaking, Wang Hao had no choice but to go down.

Nodding, Yao Zixu spoke again.

"Okay, Wang Hao wins one game and goes down to rest. Who is willing to go on stage and show off their cultivation?"

As soon as the words fell, Xu Lang flew onto the stage impatiently, and also raised his hands to everyone.

"Xu Lang, a disciple of the Qinglian Sect, is at the peak of his foundation cultivation. Who is willing to come on stage and give me some advice?"

Upon hearing that it was a cultivation level at the peak of foundation building, many disciples of the sect shook their heads secretly.

Finally, Duan Fei laughed and jumped onto the ring.

It can be said that the two of them are very familiar with each other. After all, they had a drink together in the club that night and they admire each other quite a lot.

Duan Fei cupped his fists and saluted Xu Lang: "Brother Xu, I'm here to meet you. Let's stop by. How about that?"

Naturally, Xu Lang would not refuse and returned the favor with a fist in his arms.

"Brother Duan, I have always wanted to have a discussion with you."

Seeing this, Yao Zixu didn't waste any time, immediately activated the formation and announced the start of the competition.

The two people on the stage did not hesitate and instantly entered a fighting state.

I saw Xu Lang taking out a long sword, with a dazzling aura on the sword.

Duan Fei, like his junior brother Wang Hao, also took out a pair of special gloves and put them on.

Soon, the battle between the two began.

Xu Lang is worthy of being the direct disciple that Yun Zhongyan specially trained in the past year and a half.

As soon as he made a move, the sky was filled with flowers, and countless petals transformed by spiritual power strangled Duan Fei like countless willow leaves and flying knives.

And Duan Fei was not to be outdone, his skin turned into the color of black iron, and his whole body looked like it was made of cast iron.

Every punch blasted can explode a large area of ​​air in front of him.

Although those Huayu are powerful, as long as they encounter Duan Fei's fist, large areas will be bombarded into auras.

Seeing that Hua Yu was unable to do anything to Duan Fei, Xu Lang directly used Yun Zhongyan's special skill, Qinglian Suifeng Sword Technique.

Soon, white lotuses the size of dustpans appeared, then spun like sharp blades and began to cut Duan Fei's body from all directions.

And Xu Lang was not idle either. The sword energy swung out from the long sword cut deep ravines in the arena.

For a time, Duan Fei had to resist Xu Lang's sword energy attacks and also dodge the attacks of several white lotuses.

Despite his terrifying power, he was somewhat at a disadvantage for a while.

Below, Yun Zhongyan looked at his disciple and touched his beard with a smile.

After thinking about it, he still looked at Old Man Hu with a hint of pride.

"Old Hu, what do you think of my disciple? Is he okay?"

When Old Man Hu saw the other party's virtue, he rolled his eyes.

"Okay! Of course you, Old Man Yun's disciple, can do it!"

Hearing this, Yun Zhongyan felt very happy.

However, before he could be happy for a long time, Old Man Hu spoke again.

"Okay, okay, but don't meet that kid on Old Man's Peak, otherwise your disciple's white lotus may be blown out by him."

As soon as these words came out, Yun Zhongyan's face suddenly darkened.

"It doesn't count, that kid doesn't count. He was cheating and can't be considered a fight at all."

After saying that, the two old men stared at each other for a while, and then laughed at the same time.

But in just such a short period of time, the situation on the court reversed again.

Duan Fei, who had just fallen into a disadvantage, finally used the same trick as Wang Hao.

Putting his hands together, the same diamond spirit pattern as Wang Hao appeared on his body.

However, Duan Fei's diamond spirit pattern covers a significantly larger area than Wang Hao's.

From the fingers to the shoulders, both arms are almost completely covered with diamond spirit patterns.

For a time, Duan Fei's punch speed and explosive power increased greatly.

With a few punches, those useless white lotuses were shattered into auras.

Duan Fei even crossed his arms in front of him, pressed his fist against Xu Lang's sword energy, and rushed in front of Xu Lang.

The dark golden light on the fist burst out, carrying the power of distorting space, and blasted towards Xu Lang.

Seeing this, everyone stood up again, feeling that the winner was about to be decided, and the Vajra Sect was probably going to win another round.

However, the next moment, Xu Lang did not show any panic.

Countless petals appeared on the long sword again, but these petals were not as sharp as before, but looked softer.

The next moment, the petals gathered together and wrapped around Duan Fei's entire arm.

Then, Xu Lang's long sword changed from stabbing to plowing, and it was as if he was plowing a thousand pounds, plucking Duan Fei's arm to his side and below.

Then there was a loud roar, and countless petals were shattered.

Er Duanfei's fist hit the ground of the arena hard, creating a huge pit in the bluestone arena.

When the smoke and dust filled the air and splashed at any time, the two people quickly retreated.

After fighting for so many rounds, the two of them had a certain understanding of each other's strength.

In the end, both of them came to the conclusion at the same time that everyone was in the same boat.

If it wasn't a fight to the death, it would probably be difficult to tell the winner.

"Hahaha, Brother Xu's sword technique is really exquisite, but there is another move next. I don't know if Brother Xu dares to take it."

Xu Lang: "Haha, Brother Duan's body-refining magical skills are indeed domineering and powerful, but I also have another trick, which is just the right time to compete with Brother Duan."

After hearing this, the two looked at each other and immediately began to use their strongest moves.

Duan Pegasus was seen squatting down on his horse, his eyes closed, and his hands clasped together in front of his chest.

Then all the spiritual energy in his body began to gather in his palms, and waves of violent fluctuations emanated from his palms.

On the other side, Xu Lang pointed his sword at the sky, and a huge white lotus began to bloom on the tip of the sword.

A series of extremely sharp sword energy brewed in the white lotus.

Finally, the two men completed their forward swing and used their strongest move at the same time.

Duan Fei opened his eyes suddenly, all the spiritual power gathered on his right palm, and then blasted forward with all his strength.

"Vajra Mahamudra!"

Along with the roar, a huge golden palm four to five meters high struck Xu Lang with the most violent force.

Xu Lang also took action at this time.

"The Green Lotus Follows the Wind Sword Technique, the white lotus blooms!"

After the words fell, the white lotus on the tip of the sword drove an endless sharp whirlwind, swinging toward the opposite side.

The next moment, Vajra Mahamudra and White Lotus Bloom bombarded each other.

Suddenly, a terrifying storm appeared across the entire arena. Isn't it so shocking that it was many times more shocking than the previous one?