On the first level of Lingdu Peak, there were less than ten monks who were either nervous or restless, excited and grinning, or indifferent...

Once you reach the stage of no return, you are destined to either only one person survive or they will all be buried here.

The two people who did not return to the stage were not fighting fiercely at one place, but were walking slowly towards each other.

"Yang Qing, you have not received any teachings at your age. It is really good to achieve such a level of cultivation. Even many inner disciples are beyond your reach." Wang Dali's steps were heavy, and he could take half a step with a casual step.

Zhang Yuan, instead of being sarcastic and teasing in the past, said calmly and seriously.

He is such a proud and arrogant person, and he will not flatter even the noble disciples of the inner sect. At this time, he actually praised his mortal enemy.

"Huh, just like you, I just don't want to be stepped on by others, but unlike you, I never want to be stepped on by others." Yang Qing's expression was as calm as water, and he snorted softly and said lightly.

Wang Dali suddenly laughed wildly, "Haha, boy, if you don't step on others, others will find ways to step on you. With your mentality, you are destined to not live long!"

"With your mentality, you are destined to die here today!" Yang Qing's calm expression gradually darkened, and there was an air of coldness in his tone.

"Huh! Die? If you die, your whole family will soon be reunited with you. You won't be lonely!" Wang Dali's steps quickened, and his face became more and more ferocious.

Yang Qing's face was as cold as ice, his eyes were filled with violence, and the muscles in his body were trembling gradually. He was not surprised by Wang Dali's words in his heart. He would do the same in order to avoid future troubles, and his tone was filled with murderous intent, "I will do the same!"

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‘Shua’, ‘shua’!

The two figures gradually increased their speed and summoned all their magical weapons.

Fire red long stick!

Earthy yellow longbow!

"Hmph! Trash, I've never controlled a weapon before, but I've given you three points, and yet I want to play such a trick!"

"Okay! I still said what I said three years ago, Wang Dali, do you dare to take a blow from me?"

"Why don't you dare!"

‘Shua’, ‘shua’!

The speed of the two increased to the extreme, one holding an ink-colored long stick, and the other holding a fiery red long stick.

They are all in the Purple Mansion realm, and their magical weapons are all long sticks.

Yang Qing's right arm weighs 5,000 pounds, purely for body training.

Wang Dali has a weight of 5,000 pounds with one arm. He can train both Qi and body. He has a strong body and pure essence!

The distance between the two people is getting closer and closer, Sun Xinyao's white robe is lingering with aqua-blue light, her beautiful eyes are fleeting, her pretty face is slightly pale, and the delicate hands clasped together have lost their color as they are pinched by each other.

The three of them, Lu Zhen, were almost leaning on the barrier supported by the formation. Even the timid Tian Bo lost his timidity and allowed the sound of 'clang' to ring in his ears.

Wang Youcai also put away the pride and evil smile on his face, and tried his best to open his slit-like eyes.

Most of the others had focused expressions. It didn't matter who lived or died. They only focused on the strength shown by the two. Only Zhou Tengyun couldn't help but feel happy!

"Uncle, smash him into a pulp!"

Wang Youcai roared hoarsely, his slit-like eyes full of ruthlessness.

At this moment, no one cares what he says!

"puff!"

Yang Qing, who was running quickly, coughed, and a mouthful of blood flowed down his chin with a light beard.

"ah!"

Sun Xinyao exclaimed in a low voice, her exquisite figure couldn't help but sway!

"Ah...haha! What a waste!"

Wang Youcai was stunned for a moment, then laughed hoarsely.

Vomiting out a mouthful of blood, Yang Qing's speed couldn't help but slow down sharply. The thin fascia that had grown all over his body still couldn't last until the two of them fought.

Wang Dali's momentum surged, the fiery red light became more intense, and the long stick burned with this layer of flames.

The magic is gathering!

This blow will definitely be more powerful than when he fought with Zhou Tengyun!

In just a few breaths, the distance between the two was less than three feet.

"ah!"

Yang Qing clenched his teeth and roared, causing blood to splash from his mouth.

"Red Dragon!"

The flesh on Wang Dali's face trembled violently, he shouted loudly and jumped up, the long fiery red stick in his hands turned into a fire dragon.

"Woo, crackle!"

The whistling sound that cuts through the air, the crackling sound of flames burning the air!

The ‘Fire Dragon’ rises up and then strikes down!

The power of this frontal slash exceeds 25,000 kilograms, and it also has the burning power of flames.

"Whoosh!"

The black ink shot out from his right hand was Wulie, and the stick did not rotate. However, the air surrounding the stick actually formed a small whirlwind.

This is for the dragon to get out of the water!

Its speed is so fast that it has exceeded the power of the 'Fire Dragon'!

At this moment, the fire dragon was already close and rushed forward to hit Yang Qing's head. The next moment, his brain collapsed!

No one came to be frightened, no one came to cheer, they just stared at this scene with their mouths wide open!

"Peng!"

A muffled sound!

The head of the stick, which was as black as ink, hit Wang Dali's chest and abdomen first. As soon as it collapsed, Yang Qing's casually pulled up bun started to smell like burnt!

"Die!"

Wang Dali shouted violently from the gaps between his white teeth. He felt the power of the drill contained in the head of the stick between his chest and abdomen. Instead of fear, he became furious.

"Buzz!"

Accompanied by the low drink mixed with blood and water, the stick body trembled violently.

The wave-like force inside the stick body pulls a piece of air.

The wind is blowing!

This move is to sweep thousands of armies!

"call!"

The 'Fire Dragon' that came to the top of his head paused suddenly, and then gradually moved away from Yang Qing's burnt bun.

Wang Dali's strong figure was lifted up by the long black stick that stirred up the strong wind.

"Die!"

He clenched his teeth tightly, blocking the flow of blood!

"Ah!"

The strong body was shaken and lifted up. The 'Fire Dragon' in his hand lost control. It was too late to strike in time. Panic began to appear in Wang Dali's angry shouts.

"Buzz!"

The head of the stick that had almost penetrated into the chest and abdomen trembled violently, and the nine shadows of the stick as black as ink tore apart the strong muscles in the chest and abdomen.

Turn around and hold the stick in both hands!

The long black stick slashed down!

This split is for a stormy sea!

"The Nu River is covered with clouds, it's done!"

"boom!"

The rock covered by the barrier was much harder than steel. The strong body fell on it head-down, without any resistance!

"Crack!"

Wang Dali died instantly!

"puff!"

Yang Qing coughed again and blood spurted out.

The long stick Wulie was drawn from the corpse and propped up on the ground with a clang.

"Oh!"

A low laugh came from his mouth full of blood, and the corners of his mouth could not help but tilt up, looking miserable and indifferent.
To be continued...