The wind blade seemed to rise from the ground and slashed horizontally along the ground. Wherever it went, a white mark was left on the ground, and even gravel splashed.

The moment the wind blade appeared, everyone began to exclaim that even the disciples of Dongfeng, Nanfeng, and Beifeng were the disciples. They did not expect that the magic that Mo Yiming practiced was actually the Heaven-Slaying Art.

The Heaven-Slaying Art vs. The Heaven-Slaying Art is openly provoking Wu Zhongqiang!

The battle between two geniuses is destined to be unique!

"This is the duel between experts, Wu Zhongqiang and Mo Yiming!"

"It's the same Sky-Slaying Art. How far has Mo Yiming's Sky-Slaying Art reached?"

"Will Mo Yiming's Heaven-Slaying Art reach the sixth level?"

Almost everyone knows that Wu Zhongqiang's understanding of the Heaven-Slaying Art has realized the sixth level, but Mo Yiming has issued the Heaven-Slaying Art now, and no one else has seen it except some disciples. Since Mo Yiming chose the Heaven-Slaying Art, they don't know how many levels it is.

But just looking at this simple wind blade slash, they had already felt the Sky-Slaying Art again, and it was indeed not to be underestimated.

Whether it is speed or cultivation power, the Sky-Slaying Art is extraordinary. Even when Wu Zhongqiang felt it, he couldn't help but tremble. He did not expect that Mo Yiming would choose to practice the Sky-Slaying Art.

But for him, anyone who issued the Heaven-Slaying Art in front of him was simply a clown. Even though it was a provocation, he would definitely make the other party pay the price.

So at the moment when the wind blade slashed horizontally, Wu Zhongqiang did not retreat. He waved his sleeves easily, and a white wind blade also rose up like a white mark on the ground, leaving deep white marks on the ground, and then headed towards the wind blade.

"Bang!"

The moment the two wind blades came into contact, a strong explosion sounded, and while the fluctuations in cultivation dissipated, there was a powerful impact force that rushed straight to Mo Yiming.

In terms of the cultivation of the Heaven-Slaying Art, Mo Yiming is indeed not as good as Wu Zhongqiang.

But facing this impact force, Mo Yiming did not retreat. Instead, when his palm was pushed forward, the violent cultivation power burst out from his palm. Suddenly, it collided with the impact force. A bang sounded, and while the cultivation fluctuations dispersed, Mo Yiming took one step forward, and his body turned into a long rainbow, heading straight for Wu Zhongqiang like an arrow.

Although Mo Yiming only realized the fourth level of the Heaven-Slaying Art, its speed is not inferior to Wu Zhongqiang. Because Mo Yiming usually has extremely strict requirements on speed, and even more so, he has reached the ultimate level of gathering energy in terms of speed.

Wu Zhongqiang did not dodge, but also took one step and turned into a long rainbow to fight. This time, the two of them did not use any magic, but just a battle between the power of cultivation.

"Bang!"

Almost as soon as Wu Zhongqiang flew out, the two palms suddenly collided together. The moment the shock wave inside came into contact, a thunderous explosion sounded, and a circle of visible fluctuations squeezed the void, surging out like an explosion.

Even in this fluctuation, Mo Yiming and Wu Zhongqiang's hair flew backward at the same time, and their clothes fluttered. But their bodies did not retreat because of this.

Where the palm touched, the two arc-shaped cultivation circles made a hissing sound like sputtering. On both sides of the cultivation circle, Wu Zhongqiang and Mo Yiming's expressions seemed solemn at the same time.

Because at this moment, just by competing with the power of cultivation and without sending out any magic, they already felt that the power of cultivation of both sides was comparable!

Even Yang Hao was amazed by him at this moment. He was sure that Mo Yiming was not Wu Zhongqiang's opponent, but at this moment, it seemed that it was not necessarily true.

"This Mo Yiming is indeed different. With the power of cultivation alone, he can be no different from Wu Zhongqiang. If it were an ordinary ninth level cultivator of the Ninth Level of Qi Gathering, he would have already vomited blood and died."

Some disciples from Nanfeng couldn't help but exclaim when they looked at Wu Zhongqiang and Mo Yiming.

As for Beifeng's disciples, although they were secretly amazed at Mo Yiming's cultivation power, they were not worried that Wu Zhongqiang would lose to Mo Yiming because Wu Zhongqiang did not issue cultivation magic.

Bei Taixuan always kept a smile, but the smile showed sarcastic expression. She was sure that Mo Yiming would not be able to defeat Wu Zhongqiang. She felt that even in the competition of cultivation power, Mo Yiming would not last long!

But this support has passed in an hour!

During this hour, Mo Yiming and Wu Zhongqiang had a fight even during the eye contact.

A large amount of cultivation power was constantly emitted from their bodies, causing sweat to overflow on their foreheads, but their bodies still did not retreat. The splashing cultivation fluctuations also made a hissing sound.

"This is the showdown between experts."

"The cultivators who are also at the ninth level of gathering Qi, but the power of cultivation they emit exceeds that of the ninth level of gathering Qi!"

"There is Wu Zhongqiang in the North Peak! There is Mo Yiming in the West Peak!"

Among the disciples of Xifeng, they seemed to have forgotten to cheer for Mo Yiming, but were amazed at how long the two people could last in such a stalemate!

Bei Taixuan's mouth raised slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "I see how long you can hold on."

At this moment, the full moon in the sky was slowly rising, and the moonlight shone on them, making their bodies feel slightly cool. But this did not reduce the burning heat in the hearts of these monks at all. For this competition, they really wanted to see with their own eyes that whoever wins and loses.

The splashed light of cultivation illuminates the stone platform, and Mo Yiming and Wu Zhongqiang's expressions gradually became ugly.

But they would not admit defeat. After lasting for an hour, Bei Taixuan finally stopped calming down. Her expression became a little ugly. Although he knew that Wu Zhongqiang's cultivation power could be comparable to those of the three levels of transformation, if he continued to waste like this, Wu Zhongqiang might not have the upper hand. She seemed to feel that Mo Yiming's cultivation was even stronger than he imagined.

No one exclaimed, as if he was silent because of the silence of Mo Yiming and Wu Zhongqiang, the scene became a little depressed. What was suppressed was not only the echo of the fluctuations of cultivation, but more of the mood suppressed in his heart. They could not tell whether Wu Zhongqiang was better or Mo Yiming was better!

Gradually, under such a stalemate, another hour passed. Almost at the same time, Wu Zhongqiang and Mo Yiming coughed twice at the same time, and a mouthful of blood spurted out at the same time. Under the resistance of the power of cultivation, the two flew backwards.

Because of this, the fluctuations in cultivation spread like an explosion.

After turning around in the air for a few rounds, Mo Yiming barely stabilized and felt the pain. Under this long-term competition of cultivation power, it seemed to shake the internal organs in his body, which was very uncomfortable.

It is not difficult to see from Wu Zhongqiang's expression that he is not much better.

After gritting his teeth, Mo Yiming took a deep breath and suddenly took a step towards the void. After taking this step, he grabbed the void with five fingers, and the power of cultivation from all directions condensed, as if he activated an inexplicable law of heaven and earth. When his palm swung out again, a huge battle axe, after perfectly fusion of the power of cultivation and the power of heaven and earth, was directly slashed towards Wu Zhongqiang at the moment when the illusion was transformed!

Even the moment the battle axe was slashed away, a crack was torn out in the void, visible to the naked eye!

Even the fluctuations brought by this battle axe made these monks feel it, and they couldn't help but sigh.

"This is the Heaven-Slaying Art! The power cannot be underestimated!"

"This is the third level of the Heaven-Slaying Art. It turns out that Mo Yiming's Heaven-Slaying Art has realized the third level!"

"No, if he only realized the third level of the Heaven-Slaying Art, the speed would not be so fast!"

At this moment, the scene that had been silent for a long time finally fell into the voice of discussion again. Most of them were amazed at the strangeness of the Sky-Slaying Art, but some of them were also aware of some of them.

As for Wu Zhongqiang, a trace of splendor suddenly flashed in his eyes, and the splendor flashed out and turned into a killing intent. Even under this murderous intent, a stern smile rose from the corner of his mouth: "The third level of the Heaven-Slaying Art, what is it in front of me!"

Wu Zhongqiang spoke at the end, as if he was still drunk, he stepped out in one step, grabbed the void with his palm, and instantly a huge battle axe appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!