Chapter Fifty-third
As soon as these words came out, not only the disciples of Yuxu Palace made an uproar, but also the disciples of Bingchan Palace in the distance. Many disciples wanted to prove their strength today.
Cheng Tianming looked at Shen Hao and said: "Little friend Shen, it seems that I can only rely on you for this battle. Although I don't know why Bingchan Palace suddenly changed the way of fighting, I guess the opponent must be confident. , so you have to be careful.”
Shen Hao nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed a familiar aura.
Not only him, but Mu Xi, Wen Ya and Gu Zixu also looked towards the direction of Bingchan Palace.
I saw a strong man wearing a white robe and holding an iron rod walking out of the crowd and looking at the group of disciples in Yuxu Palace with a sneer.
Shen Hao narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent surged from his body. Then he turned to Cheng Tianming and said, "Don't worry, Master, I must win this battle."
After saying this, Shen Hao drew out the Feishuang Sword on his back, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked step by step to the position between the two forces.
Within a radius of a thousand meters, there are venues for competitions.
"Zhang Qingfeng, we are really enemies. It seems that this battle will not only determine the winner, but also determine life and death." Shen Hao said coldly.
"It's interesting that I have met you again. So, if I kill you all and extract the dragon blood in your body, my cultivation will be improved to a higher level." Zhang Qingfeng licked his lips and said.
Shen Hao snorted coldly, and the spiritual energy in his body circulated rapidly, pouring into the Feishuang Sword, and a sword cry resounded through the sky.
Zhang Qingfeng stared at Shen Hao with burning eyes, and attacked directly without giving him time to gather his momentum.
He held the tungsten star cold iron rod in both hands, clasped his fingers tightly, and walked steadily. The iron rod condensed into a huge stick shadow under the influence of his true energy.
The stick shadow is four meters high and soars into the sky.
Shen Hao's expression changed slightly, Zhang Qingfeng's cultivation level had improved unexpectedly, and it seemed that he was not far away from Dong Kong Ming.
Not allowing him to think too much, he immediately used the Xuanji Step and moved a step to the left, avoiding Zhang Qingfeng's thunderous strike.
Zhang Qingfeng's stick technique was extremely cunning, and it actually pursued Shen Hao, like a tarsal maggot, and swept past him again.
"His stick skills have reached a high level where the stick can move as he wishes. Could it be that the drop of dragon blood he obtained also contains the inheritance of Venerable Qinglian?"
Shen Hao didn't want to expose his full strength for the time being, so he suppressed his cultivation to the late stage of the Life and Earth realm, and tentatively struck out with a sword.
"Bang!"
Shen Hao only felt a huge force coming from the Tungsten Star Cold iron rod, which made his arms numb and his body flew backwards.
Zhang Qingfeng also stepped back, retreating nine steps in a row before he regained his footing.
"When did Bingchan Palace have such a young and powerful man? The power and cultivation he unleashed are already very close to Kong Kong Ming. It can be said that half of his feet have stepped into the realm of Kong Kong Ming."
Cheng Tianyun looked a little solemn. Although Shen Hao's cultivation level had also broken through and reached the fourth level of Shi Xiaoyao, he was probably still at a disadvantage against such a strong person who was half a step above the level of Kongming.
The fluctuations in the cultivation of Shen Hao and others are naturally clear to the eyes of martial arts experts, but they do not know that Shen Hao and the other four are cultivators.
Warriors major in Qi Hai, while cultivators major in Dantian.
Martial arts emphasizes opening up the sea of qi between the eyebrows, while practitioners open up the earth of life in the dantian. The two paths are completely opposite.
However, the fluctuations in cultivation that erupted were still the same. As long as they didn't explore Shen Hao's body, most people wouldn't be able to tell that they were not warriors.
Mu Xi's expression was a little nervous, and she still couldn't figure out why Zhang Qingfeng's cultivation had improved faster than theirs since their cultivation had already improved very quickly.
It's like he has a lot more time than Shen Hao and the others, which is a bit outrageous.
The disciples of Bingchan Palace also looked confused. In fact, Zhang Qingfeng had just joined Bingchan Palace not long ago and seemed to have some background.
He is usually very cold and arrogant and does not talk to these disciples, so no one understands his strength.
Looking at it today, it is clear that this is a young and powerful man, whose strength is comparable to that of the young disciples who have been training in Xuanyuan Ancient City.
"It's really good. You can actually block my current stick. If you don't improve, then you will almost die!"
Zhang Qingfeng sneered, and danced the stick with both hands, like a windmill spinning, forming a huge vortex with a diameter of ten meters, setting off a fierce stick wind, with his body as the center, showing countless stick shadows.
The stick shadows gathered together to form a dazzling red light, which hit Shen Hao's head.
Whether it was speed or strength, this stick was more than three times stronger than the previous one. It was obvious that Zhang Qingfeng decided not to test anymore and used all his strength.
If Shen Hao really only has the strength in the late stage of the Life and Earth Realm, if he is hit by this stick, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.
Shen Hao did not intend to compete with his opponent in terms of strength, so he used the Xuanji Step, bursting out at a top speed of fifty-three meters per second, and quickly retreated backwards, narrowly avoiding the stick.
"Boom!"
The tungsten star cold iron rod smashed a huge crater several meters deep into the ground, and the gravel shot out in all directions like bullets.
Zhang Qingfeng failed to succeed with his attack, so he stood on the spot and sneered: "I know you have been hiding your strength, but you think that with the strength of Shi Xiaoyao's fourth level, you can beat me by half a step. ?"
Shen Hao turned his wrist, his fighting spirit rising, and said: "If I had your level of cultivation, I would have won a long time ago. Why would I still force Lai Lai here?"
"Hmph, you are sharp-tongued." Zhang Qingfeng stepped on the sole of his foot, and his body shot out. His arms kept waving in the air, creating dozens of stick shadows.
Shen Hao stepped on the Xuanji Steps, and his understanding of this magical footwork became more and more profound. The moment each stick was about to hit him, he dodged away.
"Let's see how long you can hide!" The true energy in Zhang Qingfeng's body surged out crazily, causing a layer of white frost to form on the Tungsten Star Han iron rod. With a turn of the move, the iron rod was like a sharp sword, piercing Shen Hao's face. Throat.
The stick was extremely fast, like a black lightning bolt. At this moment, Zhang Qingfeng reached the point where man and stick became one.
Although he did not touch the higher artistic conception of Stick Dao, he broke through himself at this moment.
"Not good!" The faces of Mu Xi and others who were watching the battle from a distance changed. In their eyes, the stick was as fast as lightning, and they could hardly catch the trace of the iron rod's advance.
Not only the disciples watching the battle, but also Cheng Tianming and Huang Tianlong looked slightly shocked. Zhang Qingfeng's stick was enough to kill the weaker early-level Dongkong Ming.
Just when Zhang Qingfeng pushed the stick three inches in front of Shen Hao's Adam's apple, suddenly, Shen Hao's body twisted strangely for a moment, and moved half a foot to the left. The iron rod scraped across his neck, and he was lifted up. A string of blood beads.
Chapter completed!