"Boy, you brought this on yourself!"

Tian Zhipeng was furious, for many years, no peer had ever dared to say such a thing in front of him, this was simply not taking himself in his eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He'd decided, as the bastard had said, to defeat him with a single blow.

At this moment, Tian Zhipeng had almost lost his mind, how could he care about the gap in cultivation between the two sides, and he didn't think about whether he would hurt the other party or kill him after he made a move?

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Tian Zhipeng's momentum skyrocketed wildly, causing the nearby Heaven and Earth Yuan Force to converge wildly.

"Senior Brother Tian is angry, this kid is going to be unlucky."

"Hey, he was pretty handsome, but don't be killed by Senior Brother Tian?"

"He deserves to be dead, who made him speak out and didn't take our disciples of the Yuge Pavilion in his eyes at all."

……

While many disciples were amazed by Tian Zhipeng's strength, Zhong Zihao suddenly felt something, as if something in the depths of his mind had been activated.

This Tingyu Pavilion was originally a holy place for sword cultivation, and as Tian Zhipeng's momentum rose, fragmentary sword aura seeped out of the void. This aura is not exuded by Tian Zhipeng, or even the breath of those peak masters, but it gives people a sense of ancient vicissitudes and profound grandeur.

Could it be that some of the insights left by the predecessors of the Yuge Pavilion who practiced swords here were inspired by the crazy Tian Zhipeng?

"Boom!"

Under the traction of the qi machine, Zhong Zihao's body also exuded an amazing coercion, climbing all the way, and he was not under Tian Zhipeng at all.

"Hurry back!"

I don't know who yelled, and the onlookers quickly stepped back, but when they looked at the emaciated and tall black-robed figure, the anger in their eyes quietly disappeared, replaced by a kind of shock and awe.

"This guy is so strong too?"

"No wonder you dare to fight Senior Brother Tian, and he still speaks wildly, it seems that he is also a guy with terrifying strength."

"I heard that this person is Senior Sister Zhong's brother, who knows where he came from?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

……

Seeing that the aura emanating from Zhong Zihao was not below him at all, Tian Zhipeng's handsome face frowned slightly. It turns out that this kid also has two hits, but this is just right, if he is too weak, he can't show his strength.

So he burst out of his cultivation without reservation, and his momentum continued to rise.

But the strange thing is that the guy on the other side seems to be a little absent-minded, and he seems to be still pondering something, but the momentum and coercion on his body actually follow him and climb.

This is a little wrong, that guy obviously only has the cultivation of the fourth order of the sea transformation, and he is the peak of the fifth order of the sea transformation, he is at least a small realm lower than himself, how did he do it?

Tian Zhipeng was a little unwilling to admit defeat, as the eldest disciple of Elder Wen Yufeng, would he still lose to a kid who didn't know where to go?

But gradually, after he had climbed his momentum to the peak, the guy on the other side could still keep up, and it seemed that he still had the strength to spare, as if he was bottomless.

No, it can't go on like this, Tian Zhipeng made a quick decision.

In the next moment, a terrifying sword intent erupted from his body, and it turned out to be sixty percent of his control.

Zhong Zihao seemed to have fallen into a peculiar state, and after Tian Zhipeng's sword intent erupted, that hazy feeling seemed to be clearer again.

And he didn't pay attention to his situation at all, so that under the stimulation of Tian Zhipeng's sword intent, the seventy percent sword intent in his body also emanated without reservation.

"......Snort"

"Sonorous!"

At least one-third of the thousands of disciples in the square had not received their long swords into the storage rings, so they were unsheathed uncontrollably at this moment.

"So strong?"

"Hurry up and retreat!"

The disciples didn't care about anything anymore, and under the pressure of the majestic sword intent of the two in the center of the martial arts arena, all they could do was to stay away from the center of the battle, as if if they would be affected if they ran slower.

"Huh!"

Shan Qiuyue was shocked, she didn't expect Zhong Zihao to be able to comprehend the sword intent to such an extent, and what was even more terrifying was that his age was less than twenty years old.

You must know that among the three major disciples under her disciples, both of them are innate water spirits, and the innate spirits do not specialize in the power of artistic conception, because according to their understanding of the way of the sword, the power of artistic conception will merge into their bodies by themselves, and the benefits brought to the martial artist are all-round.

But even so, not specializing in the power of artistic conception does not mean that you have not mastered it. For example, Murong Wan, if she insisted on separating her comprehension of sword intent from each other for comparison, it would also be at the peak of sixty percent of the sword intent.

And with her high talent and strong understanding, her strength is completely unafraid of the martial artists in the later stage of Huahai, and if she is in a state of full strength, it is not a problem to kill the martial artists of the eighth order of Huahai.

But why is Zhong Zihao, this kid? According to what Shan Qiuyue learned, he was just an ordinary family in a small remote country, but at this moment, he found out that this son was not only not weak in cultivation, but even his comprehension was terrifying?

"Senior sister, how is it?" Lu Shuyi asked with a smile on the side.

"It's really extraordinary, no wonder you and Senior Sister Ren have a lot of praise for this kid." Shan Qiuyue nodded secretly.

"Let's take a look, I'm not sure where this guy has come?" I don't know when, Ren Qingzhu, an elegant young woman in a bright yellow Luo skirt, also came to the two of them.

The conversation between the three of them naturally couldn't escape the ears of Elder Mo Qi of Wen Yufeng next to him, making his face gloomy when he was about to show off a few more words with the glory of his disciple.

"Impossible!"

At this moment, Tian Zhipeng was a little out of shape, the elegant temperament on his handsome face no longer existed, he never thought that the other party could overwhelm him in the comprehension of sword intent. At this moment, in addition to disbelief, there was a trace of uncontrollable panic in his heart.

"Ahh

Of course, Tian Zhipeng is not convinced, this battle is of great significance to him, and he must not lose in the hands of Zhong Zihao. Not to mention his previous sarcasm and disdain for him, just talking about what he said before the war was losing and giving up the qualification token, it was difficult for him to accept.

"He is not inferior to me at all in terms of momentum, and his comprehension of sword intent is deeper than mine, how can I defeat him?" Tian Zhipeng thought about how to win, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "That's right, martial arts!" ”

As one of the seven super sects, Tingyu Pavilion has a history of thousands of years, and its accumulation of martial arts is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary forces.

"Wheel Flame Spiritual Technique, Seventh Style, Spark Burning Plain!"

Tian Zhipeng let out a loud shout, sacrificed a Xuanpin treasure weapon and slashed out, already using the strongest move he could perform.

In an instant, with the long sword in Tian Zhipeng's hand as the center, countless fire dragons condensed, turned into a foot-thick fire and rose into the air, carrying an indomitable momentum towards Zhong Zihao.

"Huh? Senior Brother Tian actually used the spark to set the prairie on fire, and he actually practiced the seventh form! ”

"Looks like he's ready to make a move."

"Such a terrifying might, then...... Can Senior Sister Zhong's brother follow? ”

Not to mention these disciples, at this moment, even Shan Qiuyue and other Heavenly Extreme Realm powerhouses were worried that Zhong Zihao would not be able to take this move, and they stared at the martial arts arena one by one.

"Hehe, this kid is finally not lazy, and finally practiced this swordsmanship."

Mo Qi's gloomy face finally relaxed, and seeing that the disciple could use such a powerful sword move, it could actually move the senior sister of the master, and it seemed that he finally let out a sulk.

The "Wheel Yan Fanfa Spiritual Technique" is one of the core martial arts of Tingyu Pavilion, and he is not a personal disciple of the major elders, and he does not even have the qualifications to cultivate.

This set of swordsmanship has a total of nineteen styles, and even several elders of the Heavenly Extreme Realm are cultivating, Tian Zhipeng is also talented against the sky, and he has only practiced seven styles in the cultivation of the fifth order of Huahai, which has surpassed the disciples of the same generation too much.

Of course, the core swordsmanship of Tingyu Pavilion is "Floating Leaf Water Yin", but it is only suitable for the cultivation of disciples with water attributes, Tian Zhipeng is a martial artist with two attributes of fire and gold, so naturally the effect of cultivating the "Wheel Yan Fan's Spirit Technique" is better.

The speed of the fire was extremely fast, and the next moment it had already crossed a distance of twenty zhang and appeared above Zhong Zihao's head, and he was about to open his hideous mouth and swallow it towards Zhong Zihao.

At this moment, Zhong Zihao came back to his senses, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and then slowly stretched out his hand to the dustless sword behind his back.

However, in the process, he made another move that stunned the audience, and withdrew all the sword intent that burst out with all his strength in his body.

"What is he doing? Want to die? ”

"This ......" Lu Shuyi and Shan Qiuyue also glanced at each other and looked at each other.

"What's wrong with him?" Murong Wan also frowned, completely unaware of Zhong Zihao's intentions.

"Khooth!"

The dustless sword was unsheathed, the sound was not loud, but it could be clearly transmitted to everyone's ears in the square where the fire covered the sky and thousands of people were boiling.

I saw Zhong Zihao holding the right hand of the dustless sword and slashing lightly forward...... Just this simple action, it seemed that even a child who had just learned the sword could move, but it made more than a dozen Heavenly Extreme Realm powerhouses in the eastern position all moved.

"How did he do it?" These strong men all opened their mouths slightly, and there was only this one question in their minds.

In their eyes, Zhong Zihao's sword is like an antelope hanging on its horns, imaginative, without a trace, and most importantly, this sword seems to contain various attribute laws in it, including gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and yin and yang attributes, and there is even a trace of the taste of space laws.

Of course, even so, it was not enough to move this group of giants, the fundamental reason was that they seemed to feel a trace of "Dao" charm from this sword. Even though there was only a trace of it, it was real, and it was something that even they had been searching for but couldn't seek!

In the eyes of many disciples, Zhong Zihao's plain sword, not even the slightest gorgeous sword light and subtle sound of breaking the air, just raised the sword and shook it forward, but the consequences that could lead to it made them dumbfounded.

I saw the long sword slash through, and the hideous fire mangs above split into two halves, and then shattered inch by inch. And Tian Zhipeng, who was standing twenty zhang away in front of him, the cruel smile that was still hanging on the corner of his mouth a moment ago had not yet dissipated, and his expression had changed greatly in the next moment, and there was only panic and horror on his handsome face!

"Khooth!" Zhong Zihao put away his sword, and then ignored the incomprehensible gaze of the audience, and crossed his knees and closed his eyes on the spot to cultivate.

It's a long story, but it's only in a moment.

"What's the situation, that's it?"

"yes, who wins and loses, I didn't seem to see anything just now?"

"Why didn't Senior Brother Tian move?"

"Huh? You see, there is blood on Senior Brother Tian's neck! ”

I don't know which sharp-eyed disciple shouted, everyone looked up, and sure enough, they saw a shallow sword mark about an inch long at the position of Tian Zhipeng's neck, and a few wisps of blood had already seeped out.