() Chu Lang's long hair hung down and his face couldn't be seen clearly, while Zhang Han seemed to be in better condition, but his hair was also messy, floating endlessly with his energy.
The two of them were floating in the void like light feathers. Suddenly a strong wind blew Chu Lang's messy hair, revealing a pale face with slightly straight eyebrows and red eyes.
Two sharp eyes pierced the sky, emitting two rays of light, scanning towards Zhang Han floating opposite.
Chu Lang lowered his hands naturally, flexing his upper body and clenching his fists. The muscles on his bronzed skin were strong and full of explosive power.
The thick meridians of the two arms were exposed, and it was visible to the naked eye that air currents were flowing rapidly inside, exuding a condescending, emperor-like aura that volleyed down and pressed down, making the disciples below feel as if they had surrendered and instantly lost their fighting spirit.
On the other hand, Zhang Han, who was opposite him, looked like a young nobleman. Although his clothes were torn and naked, his fair skin was shining, exuding an indescribable charm, attracting everyone's attention, like a god. He leaned back on his hands, with a natural expression, and a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Many female disciples in the audience were excited. They did not realize that there was such a handsome and handsome senior brother in the Tianming Sword Sect. Their eyes showed confusion, and some female disciples looked at Zhang Han with intoxicated expressions.
The two men's masculine auras complemented each other and attracted all the female disciples in the audience. Some male disciples even felt a sense of inferiority and depression.
drink!
Chu Lang looked up to the sky and roared angrily, punched in the air, and a fist mark of bright incandescent light pierced the sky and went straight to Zhang Han on the opposite side. Zhang Han snorted and punched out with the same force, It was completely inconsistent with the white and muscleless arms and fists.
Bang!
The air was visibly shaking a few times, and the two fists collided with each other, making a loud sound. The energy splashed out and a shock wave spread in all directions. A tornado hung in the sky, forcing the onlookers away for dozens of times again. Zhangyuan, the battle circle expanded again.
Hua Feifeng had a look of surprise on her face. She was very familiar with Chu Lang's martial arts cultivation. She had spent several days and nights practicing tricks in Jiuya Mountain, and she could roughly guess the level of his cultivation. But at this moment, Chu Lang's The force is definitely several times higher than that of the mountain cliff back then.
Hua Feifeng met Zhang Han for the first time, but she also knew that Zhang Han might have performed beyond his level, and she was already shocked by their actions.
I am afraid that not only Hua Feifeng, but also the old guys in the third floor of Lingyun Hall have been shocked by the two people in the void.
Mo Rong looked at the two men thoughtfully, and after a simple punch, the two quickly stepped forward to meet them again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fist and palm prints were all over the upper body of the two people. They didn't know whether they were fully devoted or something. They didn't defend at all. You punched and slapped each other, and each other was attacked by the other.
The two men's bodies flew backwards and then rushed forward. After dozens of slaps and punches, blood was already flowing out of the corners of their mouths. They had probably suffered serious internal injuries.
It just seemed that the two of them had already competed with each other and refused to give in to each other. Although the attacks continued to accelerate and became more and more powerful, Chen Ning's indifferent expression gradually became serious. He did not want any accidents to happen to these two good young talents.
If this continues, I am afraid that I will kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred to myself. This is not the result Chen Ning wants to see.
She turned to Mo Rong and said, "Uncle Mo, please tell them to stop. It won't be good for anyone if they continue like this."
Chen Luyun had actually planned to stop the fierce battle between Chu Lang and Zhang Han. Seeing Chen Ning's proposal, he also agreed: "Uncle Mo, these two disciples are very young and have little foundation. If they are injured too seriously this time, I'm afraid they will
It will have an impact on the future's cultivation, so it's better for the two of them to be equal."
The highest-ranking person present was Mo Rong from the Sutra Pavilion. He was the uncle of the current sect leader Chen Ning and the elder Chen Luyun. Therefore, although Chen Ning was the sect leader of the Tianming Sword Sect, he still needed the approval of Mo Rong.
Although Mo Rong was very curious about what more powerful offensive moves the two of them would use if they continued, she also knew that if the two of them were seriously injured in this battle, it would be difficult to improve their future cultivation.
The two of them have been fighting at an equal level so far. No one can defeat the opponent. I am afraid that the winner will have to be exhausted, but why bother.
Mo Rong nodded and suddenly disappeared from the pavilion on the third floor. A gray shadow cut through the void and instantly came to the side of the two people in the battle circle, waving a hand from both sides.
Bang! Bang!
Two invisible energies penetrated the two people's bodies, and the two of them were forcefully poured into their bodies by a condensed breath in an instant.
boom!
It was like a battle between heaven and man taking place inside the two of them. The violent energy in their bodies was suppressed and calmed down in an instant. Their consciousness gradually woke up, and then their eyes went dark.
Before Chu Lang knew what happened, his vision went dark and he fainted.
The disciples outside the field saw a gray shadow suddenly appear in the battle circle between the two men. With a wave of their hands, they instantly neutralized the fast and violent attacks of the two men and knocked them unconscious with minor injuries.
Looking at the gray-robed and white-haired old man holding Chu Lang and Zhang Han with his left and right hands, some people with sharp eyes recognized him and exclaimed: "Ah, isn't that Master Morong's great-uncle? How did she stop this wonderful competition?"
Woolen cloth?"
Discussions and controversies arose in the crowd, pointing and talking non-stop.
"Why did Uncle Mo appear here? Could such a wonderful competition end like this? What does it mean? Who wins and who loses?"
Several referees glanced at the referee, the middle-aged man surnamed Chen, and then looked at the two people on the court. Suddenly, their eyes flashed. Mo Rong disappeared with Chu Lang and Zhang Han. The speed was so fast that some people caught Mo Rong.
Rong took the two of them back to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
Chen Linlong wanted to go forward and ask clearly, but then Chen Ning's voice rang in his ears: "Master Chen, I will discuss this competition between Chu Lang and Zhang Han with several sect leaders, and I will inform you in time when there is a result.
Yes, you continue to arrange the competition."
"This," Chen Linlong cursed secretly and thought to himself: "What's going on? There's no winner between the two of them. Can they make it into the top eight? This senior brother, the leader, will really add problems to himself."
After all, Chen Linlong was used to wind and rain, and his experience as a referee for several consecutive Tianming Sword Sect competitions quickly stabilized Chen Linlong's emotions. After thinking about it for a while, he said loudly: "Since the sect leader has already sent word, in view of this competition between Chu Lang and Zhang
Han and Han are equally matched, and they have both performed beyond their level and entered a mysterious state. If this continues, both of them will be seriously injured and the winner will be determined. At this time, the sect leader will discuss with other sect leaders and family heads before deciding who will win.
Whoever loses wins, the game will continue."
"In the next group, Lin Xiang will face Li Zifang." After a brief explanation, Chen Linlong continued to arrange the competition and called out the two opponents in the next group.
The arena had been destroyed by the huge strength of Chu Lang and Zhang Han. The eight disciples who had reforged the first level of cultivation looked at each other with ugly looks on their faces and left the vicinity of the arena one after another.
There is no longer a so-called arena, and leaving eight people to watch the show is simply a huge insult. The arena blessed by eight Recast Realm cultivation disciples was actually destroyed by the huge strength of two low-level disciples.
The fragments of sawdust, a second-level innate cultivation level, and a fourth-level innate cultivation level, spread out and are embarrassing to people.
Looking at the sawdust fragments and some powder scattered on the ground, the eight people had extremely ugly faces. They still had the heart to stay in the Wujian Square. They quietly left the arena of Wujian Square one after another. Some people even stopped watching the game and went back individually.
Your own training residence.
Lin Xiang was shocked by the fierce battle between the two just now. At this moment, his heart was boiling. Looking at his junior brother who was at a lower level than himself, Lin Xiang smiled calmly and said: "Tianming Sword Sect, Lin Xiang, please take action first."
Lin Xiang was at the ninth level of Xiantian Realm and was very confident in his own strength. Even though he had just witnessed the amazing battle between Chu Lang and Zhang Han, he was still confident in himself.
Now the battle for the top eight has entered a fierce stage. If you win this game, you can enter the top eight. There are not many disciples participating now. It can be said that this sect has a great hope. Among the top ten disciples, I always
To have a place.
Just when he was thinking about it, Li Zifang on the opposite side had already taken action. Judging from his posture, he should have used all his strength. After all, no one would hold back in attacking when facing an opponent who was a level above themselves.
There is only one chance, but strength is the basis of everything. Without any surprises, Lin Xiang won this game and advanced to the quarterfinals.
The competition has been going on. In a building behind the Tianming Sword Sect, Mo Rong looked at Chu Lang and Zhang Han with a solemn expression. At this moment, he had the illusion that his nearly two hundred years had been in vain.
Regardless of whether it was Chu Lang or Zhang Han, he could not see clearly what was going on in their bodies at this moment. The luck in their bodies had just wandered away, and the two completely different routes of true energy had calmed down.
, the Dantian area is no different from other people’s.