"He has good skills, and he can be the opponent of our Hongmen disciples. ”

After a hard fight, the two of them retreated at the same time, and the man in gold armor pointed at Zhang Ling, turned to smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Zhang Ling with admiration.

"You're not bad, you're just a little arrogant. Zhang Ling saw that the indifferent man in front of him finally spoke, and couldn't help but say with a smile.

"Then come on, since I am in this ring, I Yan Cheng don't want to be the one who loses!" As soon as the words fell, this Hongmen disciple named Yan Cheng moved again, and came to Zhang Ling's side like a swift wind.

"Then let's see the real chapter with the kung fu in hand!" The opponent had already been forced to come, and Zhang Ling naturally couldn't be careless, so he used the technique of moving and breaking it, and dodged Yan Cheng's fatal blow like a ghost like the wind under his feet.

Seeing that his second attack was still in the air, the expression on Yan Cheng's face was naturally not good, and his body turned sharply and swung in the opposite direction, this extremely fast swordsmanship and reaction level made Zhang Ling a little surprised, a little unable to dodge, and was actually cut off a strand of hair by Yan Cheng's sharp sword.

'I didn't expect this Hongmen disciple to be so powerful, we didn't use each other's exercises, the swordsmanship in his hand alone is already so powerful, it seems that I have to be careful. Zhang Ling watched his hair drift away in the wind, and then looked at Yan Cheng, who was quite proud opposite, and his expression instantly became serious.

After adjusting his mentality, Zhang Ling attacked with his sword again, this time the speed was much faster than before, and the sword moves were more powerful, stabbing, swinging, pointing, dialing, horizontal, turning, splitting, and slashing, the sword in his hand was shaken by his wrist, like a second doppelganger, and the slightest sword qi instantly sealed Yan Cheng's movement trajectory up and down, left and right, and for a while Yan Cheng was a little scrambling to resist.

And Zhang Ling saw a flaw in Yan Cheng's defense in this gap, so he stabbed with all his might. The edge of the sword was like an eagle, roaring towards Yan Cheng's abdomen.

But what surprised Zhang Ling was that his sword stabbed on the opponent's armor, and he couldn't move an inch, but Yan Cheng took the opportunity to bounce away with a sword.

Zhang Ling, who had failed again, looked at Yan Cheng opposite, frowning, thinking that this Yan Cheng did not seem to be an opponent who could be defeated in a while.

"You are very good, and your swordsmanship is even better, even I, a Hongmen disciple who is famous for my swordsmanship, was almost defeated by you, but I am also a person from Dasheng Chaohongmen, and this armor is a defensive holy product, no matter how sharp your sword moves are, what can you do with me? Am I still standing here? haha!"

Yan Cheng, who was almost stabbed in the abdomen by Zhang Ling just now, was actually shocked at the moment, because he had been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and so far few people had been able to beat him in sword moves, but Zhang Ling's sharp sword moves and unpredictable body skills had suppressed him in an instant, how could this not be frightening?

But for the sake of face, at this moment, he could only pretend to be calm, patted the armor on his abdomen, and said to Zhang Ling provocatively.

"Oh, is it??Defend the Holy Product?Then I'm more interested, I just like to fight with masters, because the stronger the opponent, the more I can break through the limit. Zhang Ling looked at Yan Cheng on the other side with a smug sword pointing at him, there seemed to be a raging fire in his eyes, and suddenly the whole person's fighting intent rose.

At this time, Zhang Ling didn't want to give the opponent any chance to think, the figure shook in place, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, this incredible scene made Yan Cheng extremely surprised, he looked around for Zhang Ling's figure, but did not find a trace of vitality fluctuations, this time, he was a little panicked.

And at this moment, a voice appeared above Yan Cheng's head, "Don't you think you're very strong, then try my Canghai Sword Technique again!"

Hearing the sound above his head, Yan Cheng naturally instinctively looked up, only to see that Zhang Ling had suddenly fallen from the sky at this moment, and between the shaking of his wrists, countless sword shadows spread downward from above, seeing that the situation was critical, Yan Cheng hurriedly raised his sword to resist, but Zhang Ling's sword move was too fast, and he was defenseless, and he was a little invincible, the most terrifying thing was that when he was fighting against Zhang Ling, Yan Cheng even felt a slight chill on his arm, and when he reacted, he found that there was a layer of frost on his arm。

Just when Yan Cheng was surprised, Zhang Ling found a flaw in Yan Cheng's defense, his body fell rapidly, and he kicked Yan Cheng in the chest while his body rotated.

"Ahem..." Spit out a mouthful of blood, Yan Cheng, who gradually stood up, wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Zhang Ling with complex emotions in his eyes, both surprised and humiliated, but more angry!

"I, Yan Cheng, as the second disciple of Hongmen, have been crisscrossing Kyushu for many years, and I haven't encountered a few strong enemies, I didn't expect to meet an opponent today, good, very good, you forced me, I have to make you pay the price now!"

Yan was founded in Hongmen, and he was also famous in Kyushu, and he was so embarrassed by Zhang Ling at this moment, his heart was naturally unacceptable, he looked at the layer of frost on his arm, laughed disdainfully, and then used the true qi arm of his whole body to shake, and the layer of frost fell to the ground. Then he glanced at Zhang Ling with a smile, his eyes suddenly became fierce, he put away his broadsword, and moved his fists, and in an instant, the joints in his fists creaked, and even formed a storm aura around him.

"Come on, boy, try our Hongmen's boxing techniques!"

With a loud bang, Yan Cheng disappeared from the spot, and then instantly appeared in front of Zhang Ling's eyes and threw a punch, it turned out that because of the previous humiliation, he also stimulated his potential at this moment, and his speed could already catch up with Zhang Ling, who was experienced in combat.

In the face of this wind-like speed, Zhang Ling naturally couldn't be careless, and once again skillfully avoided Yan Cheng's punch with his move, but the strength of Yan Cheng's fist hit directly on the ground of the ring, and the powerful destructive power instantly punched the ground out of a hole.

It seems that this Yan Cheng has already used the power of the primordial gods, and his strength cannot be underestimated. Zhang Ling flashed by, but he still had palpitations when he saw the big hole on the ground.

Seeing that Zhang Ling had avoided the first punch, Yan Cheng naturally chased after him, and bombarded Zhang Ling's dodging figure with one punch after another, and in a moment, the ground in the ring was almost destroyed. But miraculously, the ground that had been punched into holes was restored in an instant.

"This time I'll let you avoid it!" Yan Cheng has been chasing Zhang Ling, but Zhang Ling's speed seems to have improved again, and every punch he throws misses frequently, which makes him hate it so much, so he finally stopped the pursuit, suddenly stabilized his body in place, and turned his double ** fork downward.

At this time, his true qi began to surge all over his body, and a lion phantom faintly appeared above his head! When the true qi was full and the blessing of the power of the primordial gods, at this time, a trace of thunder and lightning had already appeared on Yan Cheng's crossed fists.

Seeing this, Zhang Ling's expression was very solemn, but he also thought of a countermeasure in an instant.

Yan Cheng saw that the time had come, and the crossed fists suddenly raised and blasted out towards Zhang Ling's side, and suddenly Zhang Ling's front was full of fist shadows, and there seemed to be a male lion roaring above each fist, and his body was full of thunder and lightning power.

This move really makes Zhang Ling unavoidable, but fortunately, Zhang Ling will also have a powerful boxing technique, that is, the Beast God Fist that suddenly comprehended when he was in the secret realm of the Divine Dragon, and it is the perfect time to use it to fight against this fist full of thunder and lightning power at this moment.

Countless fist shadows had already swept in with violent energy, and Zhang Ling's clothes and hair had been blown fluttering by the powerful energy, but at this moment, he was not afraid.

At this time, Yan Cheng saw Zhang Ling with an expressionless face, thinking that he had given up voluntarily because he was afraid, and he had already thought of the happy picture of Zhang Ling being blown off the ring by his own punch in advance.

But how could Zhang Ling let him get his wish? In fact, Zhang Ling had already secretly accumulated strength, and the divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness was once again quickly familiar with the mental method of the Beast God Fist, and the mental method was silently read out in his heart, and the true qi rose rapidly from the dantian, and the pure white Yuan Shen power was quietly blessed on his two fists.

All this was going on in a snap of a finger, and in the face of the punch that was only a few feet away from him, Zhang Ling finally raised his right fist, which was already full of violent true qi, and punched out.

A shocking picture appeared, in front of Zhang Ling, there was a phantom of the beast god who seemed to be a god, only to see that his whole body was full of all kinds of beast totems, at this moment his whole body was bathed in golden light, facing the small fist shadow in front of him, the huge fist punched out, and suddenly a majestic and domineering energy swept away, those thunder lions who were crawling on the shadow of Yan Cheng's fist saw the beast god in front of him, and immediately collapsed like a little mouse, wherever the beast god fist went, Yan Cheng's fist strength was instantly disintegrated, and in an instant, there was a continuous roar in the ring。

It was the sound of Yan Cheng's fist shadow being defeated by Zhang Ling's beast god fist one by one, at this moment, Yan Cheng was hit by Zhang Ling with a look of fear, and was knocked to the corner of the ring again, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and I am afraid that I can't even stand up at this moment.

Because the movement on Zhang Ling's side was too big, many people, including Yu'er, Li Huan, Xia Luan, Xia Feng, Yiqing, and even the rest of the Hongmen disciples, looked at this side, and the expressions on everyone's faces were different.

Yu'er and Li Huan naturally had a surprised expression, Xia Luan, Yiqing and the others were surprised, and the most important thing was Senior Brother Hongmen at this time, his face first had an expression of disbelief, and then his eyes were full of boundless anger.

And the three elders who were in mid-air, looking at the movement on Zhang Ling's side at this time, they were not too surprised, after all, their realm was profound, and they might even be saints who had broken through the five realms. Yun Yin looked at Zhang Ling's performance and nodded frequently, expressing satisfaction, but Yun Lian had a disdainful expression, and when he arrived at Yun Xu, he had a look of great treasure, and after a hundred years, his face finally appeared with joy again.