Feng Ling didn't announce anything, just raised his steps and walked up to the high platform, came to the place where the Wudao people and Lu Feng were, pulled over a chair, sat straight up, and was silent.

Zhang Yi stood up, walked to the edge of the high platform, sat on the side, his feet drooped in the air, shaking, and his two eyes were staring at the two people on the round platform, to be exact, staring at Zhang Qiancheng!

Ning Qin didn't go back to the high platform, walked under the round platform, and glanced at Li Yuan, Li Yuan immediately ran up to the high platform, moved down a rattan chair, and put it behind Ning Qin.

Murong Yicang exhaled lightly, walked to the vicinity of the round platform, and looked nervously.

Zhong Fei glanced at Bai Dao and Li Yi, sat back on the small bench and waited quietly for the battle to start and end!

Li Yi and the others sighed, walked to Zhong Fei's side, and each squeezed a vacant seat and sat down cross-legged.

Chen Zimeng looked at Zhang Qiancheng in front of him, slowly took off the sword raising gourd on his waist and took a sip of wine, it was an osmanthus brew given by Ning Qin, and it tasted good.

"The gourd is good! I'm not mistaken, it's a sword gourd!"

Zhang Qiancheng asked lightly, Chen Zimeng is pupils shrank, he knew that Zhang Qiancheng was no stranger to sword cultivation, so nine times out of ten it would be that sword cultivation.

Nodding, Chen Zimeng responded, "Not bad!"

"You're a sword cultivator?"

"What do you think?" Chen Zimeng asked rhetorically.

Shaking his head, Zhang Qiancheng beckoned, and a small flame stood in the palm of his hand, "I don't think so, but if it is, then it would be better, at least it won't make me feel bored!"

"Heh, is it?" Slowly put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, Chen Zimeng looked fixedly, and the people in the audience also looked over, and in a flash, Chen Zimeng directly cast a "shadow step" and ran towards Zhang Qiancheng, condensing spiritual power in his hand, the surrounding air began to compress, and a "boom" sound broke out in the void, Chen Zimeng bent his wrist and pushed again.

"Stretch the palm print!"

Zhang Qiancheng lowered his head, as if he didn't care about Chen Zimeng's attack, the flame in the palm of his hand slowly became larger, and finally the whole palm seemed to be wrapped in flames, blazing, above the flames, the air was distorted, and suddenly looked up at Chen Zimeng's palm print, which was getting closer and closer to him, and gently pushed forward, and the two palms were together.

The sound of "boom" sounded, and the whole square was shaken.

The round platform under his feet sank down before it was stable.

On the round platform, Chen Zimeng and Zhang Qiancheng did not pause for the slightest, and the attack ripples from the palm prints spread to all sides, impacting the edge of the round platform and stirring up the shield.

Chen Zimeng's face was cold, without the slightest expression, his eyes were full of war intent, and the aura in his body was mobilized, in the dantian, every wisp of spiritual power quickly flowed towards the meridians everywhere, and quickly bypassed the Zhoutian, the upper and lower acupoints of the body were all glowing, and the meridians of the whole body looked crystal clear.

With a twist of his hand, one after another shadow talismans were used by Chen Zimeng, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating in the air.

Chen Zimeng kept changing his body shape with the help of talismans, and circulated everywhere with the round platform.

Zhang Qiancheng was not moved at all, and put on a unique posture under his feet, turning gently, but he was not half a minute slower than Chen Zimeng.

Between the two fighting, their fists and feet intersected, Chen Zimeng used all the boxing palm prints he had learned, and when he was at the outer door, Lu Feng let him learn more than one set of boxing palm prints, and at this moment he was used in turns.

At this point, Zhang Qiancheng is less than Chen Zimeng, he has not learned many fist palm prints, but they are extremely exquisite and wonderful martial arts, every move is natural, the fist strength is continuous, and the palm print is not exhaustive.

Compared with Chen Zimeng's untruthfulness, he replaced it with quantity, Zhang Qiancheng fortunately has an evil sword Zhang family behind him, and every martial art book obtained from the family can be regarded as a fine product, and the scattered things of the Bai Ye Sect are several times better.

Advantages can also become disadvantages in some places, Zhang Qiancheng went back and forth a few sets of boxing palm prints, and after using them a few times, Chen Zimeng gradually became more comfortable when he began to struggle, and even occasionally had the upper hand at the back point.

Chen Zimeng runs the spiritual power at high speed, and Zhang Qiancheng is also trying his best to run the spiritual power of the dantian in his body, he is the ninth layer of Qi training, and the spiritual power in the dantian is as broad as the ocean.

But what he met was Chen Zimeng, the spiritual power of the dantian in his body was running endlessly, and the golden vortex at the end of the lake gradually became more and more golden light and shadow with the rapid disappearance of spiritual power, and the filling and transformation, but at this moment, Chen Zimeng did not find the slightest thing, the more he fought, the faster the spiritual power operated, and the vortex began to gradually become full of golden light.

Chen Zimeng didn't find it, and he didn't have time to find it, the palm prints on his hands kept stopping, and he performed "shadow steps" on his feet.

On the round platform, Zhang Qiancheng turned around slightly and lowered his body, dodged Chen Zimeng's palm print, stepped out, stretched out his hand, a golden light flashed between his hands, the brilliance converged, and a long sword was held in his hand.

"You're much better than Pang Qi, it looks like you've really surprised me!"

Zhang Qiancheng's indifferent words pierced Chen Zimeng's ears, tilted his head slightly, Chen Zimeng also beckoned, holding the Qingzhi Sword, the emotion on his face did not change, and he did not answer Zhang Qiancheng, the horizontal sword was in front, directly blocking Zhang Qiancheng's attack.

As soon as he retreated, Zhang Qiancheng took advantage of the situation and pressed forward, Chen Zimeng beckoned several talismans to be lined up in front of him, and turned into a long way, and the figure of Chen Zimeng appeared at the other end, and then turned into green smoke and dissipated.

The sound of the sword resounded throughout the square, and the disciples in the field looked at the stage blankly, Ning Qin clenched his hands slightly, his eyes full of worry.

"You shouldn't be against me!"

Listening to Zhang Qiancheng's words, Chen Zimeng responded coldly: "Zhang Qiancheng, think about it yourself, when I came here to start when I want to go against you, you yourself can't tolerate us people, you have to put the excuse on us, you are really embarrassed!"

Looking at Chen Zimeng in surprise, for a long time, Zhang Qiancheng smiled, but it was full of coldness, "You're right, then let death reward you!"

Chen Zimeng's eyes shrank, the green branch sword in his hand bypassed an arc, and then retreated, but an extremely dangerous feeling floated in his heart, Chen Zimeng raised his sword to block it, and a huge force was transmitted.

Extremely cold, extremely fast, the long sword in Zhang Qiancheng's hand glowed with cold light, and as soon as he made contact, Chen Zimeng coughed lightly, blood appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his face instantly turned white.

"Click!"

Chen Zimeng immediately sacrificed several shadow talismans, his figure flashed, and appeared in the distance, "Wow", Chen Zimeng directly spit out blood, staining the round platform under his feet red.

But before he had time to think about it, Chen Zimeng retreated again, and where he was standing, Zhang Qiancheng stabbed down directly with a sword, and the round platform shattered into the distance around the place where the tip of the sword stabbed.

Ning Qin stood up directly from the rattan chair and looked at the round platform with a nervous face.

Murong Yicang, Zhong Fei, and Li Yi rushed directly under the round platform, Zhong Fei's eyes widened, and he almost shouted.

Chen Zimeng felt a little in his body, the flow of spiritual power between the meridians was stagnant, and the speed of filling the spiritual power in the dantian slowed down, and then touched the storage bag on his waist, Chen Zimeng waved his hand to take out all the talismans and scattered them all over the round platform, Zhang Qiancheng's speed was very fast, thanks to the extremely advanced martial arts from the evil sword Zhang family that he mastered, Chen Zimeng could only barely use the shadow talisman to reluctantly deal with it, and at this time, all the shadow talismans were scattered all over the round platform, so that he could shuttle faster on the round platform.

The round platform is about thirty zhang in size, but it is far from enough for Chen Zimeng to use the shuttle speed of the talisman, and Zhang Qiancheng has repeatedly used his skills, and it is a sword to catch up, which is extremely fierce and ruthless.

Chen Zimeng was at a disadvantage, and he was really pressed and beaten, but Chen Zimeng didn't think about giving up, and he didn't plan to give up, he took a breath, and his spiritual power turned around, and the green branch sword in Chen Zimeng's hand stabbed out backwards, and the place where the tip of the sword pointed was exactly where Zhang Qiancheng's sword stabbed from.

Height, strength, precision!

But then, there was another "click", and Chen Zimeng discovered that there was already a crack on the Qingzhi Sword, which was spreading rapidly at this time, and soon extended to the entire sword body.

"Bang!" a crisp voice sounded, and the Qingzhi Sword turned into countless fragments and broke apart.

Zhang Qiancheng took a step further, the long sword in his hand slashed along Chen Zimeng's chest, his shirt was cut, and a small wound was cracked, and blood flowed out, staining the clothes in front of him red.

Chen Zimeng's body fell backwards, his right hand slapped the sword on his waist, and one flying sword after another flew out, attacking Zhang Qiancheng, and then with a wave of his hand, dozens of hundreds of flying swords combined together on their own, forming one powerful sword formation after another.

Zhang Qiancheng was immediately forced to retreat, his body flew backwards, and the long sword in his hand was unfolded, but it became a lot smaller, and then suspended in the air by itself, exuding an extremely pure sword intent, a sword array was broken, and dozens of flying swords turned into fragments and scattered on the ground.

Chen Zimeng beckoned, and more flying swords formed a sword formation in front of him, which actually formed a long dragon of sword formation, roaring up, flying towards the sky, Chen Zimeng jumped on top of a flying sword and went up.

About ten zhang or so, hands together, pointing downward, flying swords roared in unison, the sword array trembled, down is a sword rain, pouring down, swords and swords flow and fly with each other, it is the whole square for a time to exclaim.

On the high platform, Lu Feng stood up, his eyes full of surprise, Chen Zimeng's control and use of the sword formation was unimaginable.

Zhang Qiancheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise, Chen Zimeng's use of the sword array really made him difficult to deal with for a while.

Zheng!

One flying sword after another stabbed at Zhang Qiancheng, Zhang Qiancheng flashed directly and ran into the distance, but almost as soon as he arrived at a place, there would be a rain of swords.

Stretched out his hand to recall the long sword hovering in the air, Zhang Qiancheng stretched out his hand and flicked it, the long sword glowed straight and changed, Chen Zimeng no longer hesitated, he calculated that the long sword that could smash the Qingzhi Sword was Zhang Qiancheng's natal flying sword, but he didn't expect that Zhang Qiancheng actually disguised it as a sword that was no different from an ordinary long sword to use, and caught Chen Zimeng off guard.

Stretching out his hand, on the sword platform in his body, even the beacon fire roared, flashed into his hand in an instant, and was caressed by Chen Zimeng's fingers, the sword body shook, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the flying sword in front of Zhang Qiancheng, and galloped away.

Zhang Qiancheng no longer stayed on the round platform, but also showed his figure, landed on the flying sword in front of him, and jumped towards the sky.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed, whether it was Chen Zimeng or Zhang Qiancheng, both of them were still in the realm of qi training, and it stands to reason that they could not fly, but they both flew into the air to fight with the help of flying swords, which was unimaginable.

Chen Zimeng manipulated the sword array, Zhang Qiancheng waved his hand is sword light and sword qi, a sword array was destroyed, the flying sword turned into countless fragments and scattered, and then a batch of flying swords came, and then arranged into a formation.

The spiritual power in Chen Zimeng's dantian was violently consumed, and the huge whirlpool at the end of the lake was spinning faster and faster, with more and more golden light, and now it was almost full of golden light, and the most central point of the whirlpool, the golden light was the most intense, and even occasionally with a trace of flame-like flames!

Chen Zimeng stretched out his hand and pointed, and countless flying swords were spread out, slashing through the sky!

Even the beacon fire in his hand was lightly raised, and it stabbed out quickly, so fast that it couldn't even pave the flight trajectory.

Zhang Qiancheng did not panic at all and sacrificed the flying sword, and also stabbed Chen Zimeng at a speed that could not be caught.

Zhang Qiancheng's flying sword came to Chen Zimeng's side, and Chen Zimeng took out several shadow talismans and full shield talismans with his fingers.

But in the face of sword cultivation and flying swords, Chen Zimeng knew that he was not enough!

Even Fenghuo did not return to defense, and he had already come to Zhang Qiancheng in a leap.

If you want to be more ruthless, try to see who can survive to the end!

There are no regrets, and there is no retreat in the tragic battle!