As the golden sword light shot into the angry dragon in the sky above the main hall, a soul-stirring dragon chant suddenly burst out, and the entire space was swept up with the dragon's chant.

Zhang Ming's complexion changed greatly, and others couldn't feel how terrifying Zhang Hao's sword was, because Zhang Hao's sword was fused in the extreme, and the true yuan and power were completely restrained, and outsiders naturally couldn't perceive it.

But Zhang Ming is different, Zhang Ming's sword is a head-on confrontation with Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao's extreme edge will explode all the power in an instant the moment he ingests the tornado sword qi.

Zhang Ming spurted out two mouthfuls of essence blood in succession, and the Qingfeng Sword merged into the essence blood, bursting out again with a burst of essence, and the power of the sword qi released also increased by fifty percent.

"Sneer......"

The sword qi stirred more and more violently, and the sword qi continued to swim in the air.

The huge tornado-shaped sword qi continued to sweep in the air, like a giant dragon constantly rolling in the air, roaring again and again.

"Extinguish!"

Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and tried his best to control the dragon scroll sword qi, wanting to completely wipe out the golden sword light that Zhang Hao shot into the dragon scroll sword qi, but he found that the golden sword qi was far less weak than he imagined, and even after he forced out two mouthfuls of essence blood, he still couldn't erase it.

Zhang Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes flashed with a brilliant light.

He understood Zhang Ming's thoughts very well, and he also knew very well that Zhang Ming wanted to erase his sky-breaking sword qi by thunder means, which was impossible.

"Crack the ground, explode!"

With Zhang Hao's roar, the three sword qi that Wanchen Sword turned out suddenly became several times thicker, and the power rolled up against the ground ploughed the hall out of three terrifying ravines.

The three sword qi shot into the dragon scroll sword qi at the same time, and at the same time, around Zhang Hao's body, the sword light formed by the Golden Crow Nine Dragon Sword Technique also flew away from Zhang Hao's body and shot out.

The three sharp swords of Wanchen, Red Shadow, and Extreme Mang continued to tremble in the air, shooting out fierce sword qi.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the dragon-shaped sword qi controlled by Zhang Ming suddenly exploded, and the three flying swords controlled by Zhang Hao also flew back upside down.

A terrifying wave of qi swept through the entire hall in an instant, and some elders with slightly lower cultivation did not even dare to breathe because of the atmosphere oppressed by this qi wave.

After a few breaths, the terrifying wave of qi gradually subsided.

Above the main hall, it was already a mess.

Zhang Ming stood in place, his face slightly pale, although he tried his best to stay calm, the twitching corners of his eyes already explained the shock in his heart.

Zhang Hao stood opposite Zhang Ming, his body was already drenched in blood, the scars became more and more terrifying, his breath had weakened a lot, and even the true yuan showed signs of exhaustion.

But his expression still did not flinch at all.

He glared at Zhang Ming angrily, his stubborn and unruly eyes flashing with a brilliant light.

"Hiss......"

Above the main hall, there was a sound of gasp.

No one expected such an ending, Zhang Hao actually directly confronted Zhang Ming from the front, and single-handedly defused Zhang Ming's offensive.

Although Zhang Hao was already seriously injured, and it would not be an exaggeration to even describe it as running out of oil, no one in the hall dared to underestimate him at this time.

Even Yu Tiandu was in deep shock at this moment.

He can be sure that if Zhang Hao is not facing Zhang Ming but him, he will definitely have the power to protect himself.

How old is Zhang Hao?

A young monk who is less than twenty years old is extremely talented when he breaks through to the foundation building and cultivation, and the combat power he shows is not inferior to the ordinary Xuanye mid-stage.

Such a young genius, when it comes to talent, is definitely one of the best in the entire Nanfeng Prefecture.

However, at this time, while everyone was lamenting Zhang Hao's talent, they were also mourning in silence for this genius who was about to die.

Zhang Hao is already at the end of the crossbow, although he disintegrates Zhang Ming's offensive head-on, but after all, the gap between the two is too big.

Zhang Ming launched the attack again, and with Zhang Hao's state of running out of oil, it was impossible to block it again.

"Sect Master, please open the net, Zhang Hao is extremely talented, and his comprehension of kendo is even more unfathomable, he is really a rare talent!" Huang Yanhu shouted angrily.

Many other elders also looked at Zhang Ming, and they wanted to see if Zhang Ming would show mercy because of Zhang Hao's talent.

The corners of Zhang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, but the murderous intent in his eyes was still extremely resolute.

"Where is the Governing Body?"

Zhang Ming drank coldly, and suddenly several elders with cold expressions flew out.

"If anyone dares to disturb the order in the main hall, please leave Tiandu Peak!"

With a wave of Zhang Ming's robe, several law enforcement elders took a few steps and blocked in front of Nian Ci, if there was any more movement, they would directly attack.

"Elder, Peak Master, I have your heart. However, I would like to let the Sect Master teach me!"

Zhang Hao's words once again made everyone focus their eyes on him.

Because everyone knows that Zhang Hao is already at the end of the crossbow, but listening to his tone, he doesn't have the slightest intention of surrendering.

In fact, the reason why Zhang Hao is so tough is not just because of the arrogance in his heart, but more because he suddenly found that the injuries all over his body are healing rapidly, and even the true yuan, which is almost exhausted, is constantly recovering at an almost crazy speed.

And Zhang Hao also understood that the reason why both the injury and the true yuan would recover so quickly was precisely because of the black wooden card that was almost completely fused in the center of the sea of qi.

At this time, on this black wooden card, it exuded an incomparably rich vitality, and at the same time, it was accompanied by a mysterious rhyme and breath escaping, inhabiting all over Zhang Hao's body.

Most of these Dao rhymes and breaths were quickly comprehended by Zhang Hao, becoming nourishment for the recovery and growth of his divine consciousness, and some of them were stored by him because Zhang Hao could not comprehend and absorb them.

Zhang Hao even felt that his cultivation was constantly climbing with these breaths, and there was a faint tendency to break through to the eighth layer of the foundation.

This made Zhang Hao feel reassured that in such a short period of time, the injuries on his body had recovered, although they were still scarred on the surface, in fact, there were only some unimportant skin injuries left.

Moreover, Zhang Hao also understood that if the loss of Divine Consciousness and True Yuan was too great, even if the black wooden card supplemented his Divine Sense and True Yuan, it would also have great benefits for the improvement of his cultivation.

At this time, Zhang Hao really understood the preciousness of this wooden card.

This kind of divine artifact is simply a spiritual treasure against the sky, even if Zhang Hao was an immortal emperor in his previous life, he has never heard of such a treasure.

"Peak Master, you have also heard this son's arrogant words, since he wants me to teach, then I will teach him well!" Zhang Ming sneered, his eyes turned to Zhang Hao again, and the Qingfeng Sword flipped several times in the air, once again carrying a fierce True Yuan, and pressed towards Zhang Hao.

This time, Zhang Ming performed the dragon scroll sword technique again, and the chaotic sword qi instantly condensed into a lifelike dragon in the air, strangling towards Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao gritted his teeth, and his pale face instantly turned into a flush, and immediately after, a more majestic True Yuan burst out from his body!

And in front of Zhang Hao, in addition to Wanchen, Red Shadow and Jimang, a flying sword with billowing cold smoke was suspended again-Han Ming.

At this time, four flying swords were suspended in front of Zhang Hao's body, all of them spitting Dao sword rays.

"It's hard to ...... Does he still have to control four flying swords?"

This question is the question of almost everyone in the main hall.

Because they obviously saw that Zhang Hao was already at the end of the crossbow!

And before that, Zhang Hao could only control three flying swords, but now that the true yuan is almost exhausted, he can still control four flying swords?

The same question also popped up in Zhang Ming's heart.

"Woo Woo Woo ......"

The four flying swords did not stop because of the doubts of others, and after a short period of momentum, they flew out, and the sound of sharp sword sounds came out in the air.

"Boom!"

This time, Zhang Hao's four sharp swords directly tore through the dragon scroll sword qi and collided with Zhang Ming's Qingfeng sword.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of the blade striking rippled in the air, and everywhere it passed, the tables and chairs turned into powder.

Zhang Ming's face changed greatly, he grabbed the Qingfeng sword that flew back upside down, and took three steps back in a row before he stood firm.

And Zhang Hao is more than ten times more tragic than Zhang Ming.

The moment the four flying swords collided with the Qingfeng Sword, they flew out backwards uncontrollably, and a terrifying True Yuan shook Zhang Hao upside down, and at the same time, on his body, he was once again devoured by the True Yuan with terrible scars.

"Ahem......"

Zhang Hao coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood uncontrollably, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and a smile appeared.

The light in the corners of his eyes did not have a trace of comfort, but became more and more high.

Under everyone's attention, Zhang Hao slowly propped up his body with many broken tendons and veins, and several joints made a clicking and cracking sound.

Those four flying swords lost the control of the true yuan and scattered everywhere at will.

"Ahh

With Zhang Hao's roar, the four flying swords trembled again, and after a short struggle, they actually flew up again, levitating in front of Zhang Hao again!

He can still control the flying sword to fight?

Above the main hall, the breath was suppressed to the extreme.

Who is Zhang Ming?

The dignified three-star sect master, the top powerhouse in Nanfeng Prefecture, except for those few Taishang elders, it is absolutely impossible to shake the status of a strong rule.

At this time, such a peerless powerhouse, the ruler of the sect, was actually unable to suppress a foundation-building monk who had been promoted to a disciple of the inner sect not long ago.

"Come again!"

With Zhang Hao's roar, the true yuan in his body burst out again, lingering around him.

At the same time, Zhang Hao's breath is rising again, and even faintly overshadowing the previous trend.

"How is that possible?"

This time, Zhang Ming finally couldn't keep his composure anymore.

He was sure that every time Zhang Hao attacked him before, his true yuan had been exhausted.

But why did Zhang Hao recover the true yuan in such a short period of time?

And the majesty of the true yuan seems to be a step further than the previous one!

Zhang Ming's face became more and more gloomy, if he couldn't suppress Zhang Hao today, as the sect master, his face would no longer be bright, which was absolutely unacceptable to him.

As soon as the tip of his tongue touched, three blood arrows flew out of Zhang Ming's mouth in a row, and as the three blood arrows flew out, his figure shook a few times, and his face became extremely pale at the same time.