The sword intent is as aggressive as fire, and the qi and blood are as thick as the sea, this is probably the first head-to-head confrontation, and a rough idea can be judged from the result.

Without a real fight, no one dares to judge who is strong and who is weak.

Including Zhang Qing and Feng He, although they both have a certain amount of self-confidence, the result is not only controlled by themselves.

"Boom!"

The two finally intersected, but the first out-of-phase came from outside.

The power of the Martial King is too amazing, and I couldn't see anything with constraints before, but now as soon as it is out of control, a large amount of power will suddenly leak out.

Although the Martial Cultivation World is a stable world, and the power of just two Martial Kings can't shake the world itself, the disappearance caused is already amazing.

The blood-colored, fiery red, and earthy yellow three colors of arrogance rose up in a hurry, stirring up dozens of miles of wolf smoke.

The power poured into the earth scurried around without direction, as if there were earth dragons cruising underground, and it quickly stirred up chaos.

The continuous vibration could even be felt in the Demon Suppression Army, coupled with the wolf smoke flying in the distance, everyone knew that there was a strong man fighting.

Such opportunities are so uncommon that most people immediately set out to see them.

But the two people who caused all this were not in the slightest mood to take care of the onlookers, so they delayed for a while, and the results were already out.

"Who is strong and who is weak?" Not only did Tu Le care, but Ning Hao and several boys also straightened their necks and watched, hoping to see the desired result.

Gradually, the smoke cleared, and you could finally get a glimpse of the whole picture.

The shield made by the power of qi and blood in front of Zhang Qing was broken open, and now it is recovering rapidly, as for Feng He's sword intent, it has long disappeared, I don't know if it has been consumed.

"Huh?" Ning Hao and the others sighed deeply, this was actually obvious Although Feng He had tried his best, he still did not break through Zhang Qing's defense.

Of course, such an outcome is not what they expected, but the reality never changes because of their wishes.

"Alas!" Feng He also sighed unwillingly, this sword was definitely not his pinnacle sword, if his killing intent boiled, he would definitely be able to break the tortoise shell of the person in front of him.

However, the reality is that he has not broken through now, so the others are also making excuses.

Even though this excuse seemed reasonable, Feng He disdained to do such a thing.

Moreover, he doesn't feel that he has no chance, if the battle is just a simple comparison of attack and defense, then everyone only needs to light up before the fight to tell the winner, why is it so difficult?

The outcome of a battle is never determined by attack and defense alone, unless the gap between the two is large enough to crush everything.

But it is clear that the strength of the two is not so bad.

"The tortoise shell is hard!" Feng He sarcastically said without being salty, and directly raised his sword and continued to attack Zhang Qing.

As a martial king, of course, he didn't rely on a single move to go all over the world, and his superb sword skills have been honed to the point of reaching the pinnacle in terms of skills.

Therefore, with the characteristics of the Martial Emperor Sword, Feng He's performance is not inferior to a sword immortal at all, at least the combat power of the two of them is completely combined.

Zhang Qing's pressure rose suddenly, in fact, Feng He's strength was not comparable to him for the time being, even if it was not the strongest state, Feng He almost broke his defense with a sword.

If there were such frequent attacks as they were now, it was conceivable that Zhang Qing would soon be defeated.

However, he has never been a simple defense, and when it comes to combat effectiveness, he will definitely not be inferior to anyone.

Since entering the Martial King, this is the first time Zhang Qing has shot in full condition, in fact, he is used to the current state, and Zhang Qing's combat power is much stronger than when he broke through not long ago.

Feng He soon found that he had encountered difficulties, although the other party was a little deficient compared to himself, but it was obviously not a soft persimmon, so he tried to crush it several times without success.

Changing the rhythm several times, Feng He hoped to gain an advantage with his experience, but each time he was forced to retreat.

Compared with blindly letting go, a guy like Zhang Qing who has both offense and defense is obviously much more difficult to deal with.

Feng He had to admit that although he was just a guy who had just advanced, it was not easy to win it.

Thinking about this, he quickly lost motivation, and it was really not worth it to work hard for something that didn't come to fruition.

If it weren't for the previous things to support, Feng He, who felt that the sect had been humiliated, did not give up, otherwise this battle would have ended a long time ago.

Feng He's change Zhang Qing, the most obvious thing he felt, as soon as he saw that the other party didn't have much fighting intent, he knew that Feng He's methods were probably finished, and there might be desperate methods, but they might not be used much now.

Zhang Qing was a little regretful, regretting that he couldn't see more of the Martial King's methods, but he quickly figured it out, and his treatment was already very good compared to others.

Speaking of which, this is still a small defeat for himself, and the stalemate again is fruitless, Zhang Qing knows that there is really no chance.

After all, Feng He is obviously no longer at his peak, if the two fight to the death, then seventy percent of the dead are himself.

Although he and Feng He were evenly matched, Zhang Qing was not dizzy, he knew his weight very well, so he would not be arrogant or arrogant.

Since it was already destined to be boring, Zhang Qing also lost the mood to continue, and he could see that the martial king of the demon suppression army had rushed over, and he was not in the mood to continue.

So taking advantage of Feng He's distraction, Zhang Qing took a step back in time and said with a smile on his face: "Senior Brother Feng, let's stop here!"

Feng He had always felt that the person in front of him was a little strange, but now when he heard Zhang Qing's name, he knew why he felt like this.

Sure enough, as he expected, this new martial king clearly has something to do with his own family.

Thinking of this, his face looked much better, if the two sides have nothing to do with each other, then there will be no problem in teaching his juniors a lesson, and he doesn't need to continue to be hostile.

But Feng He's mood improved, but Ning Hao and the others were all stunned, and the reversal of things seemed to be unexpected.

"Who are you?" Feng He's tone still hadn't thawed, and he didn't see Ning Hao and the others have the same face as their dead father.

Zhang Qing knew that as long as he reported his identity, all troubles would be solved, so he didn't talk crookedly, but went straight to the point: "Wujimen is negative Yue Zhou Qing, I have seen Senior Brother Feng."

The friendship between the two factions is not shallow, and it is reasonable to be a senior brother.

However, Feng He's mouth opened wide in surprise, and he never imagined the origin of the time: "Negative Yue's lineage, isn't it going to break the inheritance?"