Two black thunderbolts were emitted, shocking all the people. No one has ever seen any attack method and magic weapon with thunder, thunder is supreme for them, and only when the tribulation is ascending, will the heavenly thunder fall.

The "bang" and its loud explosion echoed in everyone's ears, but Zhao Feng still stood unscathed, and the exquisite pagoda above his head emitted a gentle soft light that covered Zhao Feng's whole body.

However, these two heavenly thunders still made the Linglong Pagoda tremble slightly, but unfortunately it only returned to normal within half a breath. Seeing this situation, Han Ming couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

Zhao Feng raised his head and smiled, and said to Han Ming lightly: "Han Ming, you have heavenly thunder, I have immortal weapons, now I will stand here and let you fight, see how long you can hold on!"

When Han Ming heard this, he was immediately furious. The heavenly thunder in the palm of his hand slammed towards Zhao Feng violently, and an explosion of "bang" and "bang" suddenly sounded at Zhao Feng, but after a while, Zhao Feng still did not have any damage.

It's just that the trembling of the immortal weapon is even more powerful than before, Han Ming secretly thought: "This immortal weapon is too domineering, but I don't believe that with Zhao Feng's strength in the late stage of the fake pill, it can last long, hum!"

Although Zhao Feng is so rampant, he can't say what he is suffering for. Although the Linglong Pagoda can attack and defend, it can only defend against Han Ming's Heavenly Thunder, and if Zhao Feng attacks, the Linglong Pagoda will definitely not be able to safely protect Zhao Feng.

Now Zhao Feng is gambling, betting that Han Ming's spiritual power is exhausted. At this moment, Han Ming flew towards Zhao Feng with another heavenly thunder as thick as a bucket, but he didn't expect the Dao Heavenly Thunder to be released, and Han Ming actually felt as if he could catch this Heavenly Thunder.

"Haha, Han Ming. I think you can't break my Linglong Pagoda, you better admit defeat quickly!" Zhao Feng was still laughing wildly, but he was very anxious in his heart, because at this moment he found that he only had more than half of his spiritual power left, and there was no way to go on like this.

Especially when Zhao Feng saw that Han Ming was still as radiant as usual, he was also anxious in his heart. If you want to bet, Zhao Feng really doesn't dare to gamble, he doesn't dare to remove the defense of Linglong Tower.

Han Ming didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Feng at the moment, but he was careful about the feeling just now. After a moment, another bucket-thick heavenly thunder flew out of Han Ming's palm, and at this moment, Han Ming, who was quick with his eyes, suddenly grabbed the heavenly thunder, but he didn't expect to be injured but grabbed the heavenly thunder in his hand.

When everyone saw that Han Ming could actually catch the heavenly thunder, they all exclaimed in bursts of exclamation.

"Wow, I didn't expect Senior Brother Han to be able to catch the heavenly thunder, oh my God!"

"Senior Brother Han is really amazing, look at that Zhao Feng, he is a turtle alive!"

"How can Senior Brother Zhao be a turtle, turn around and let Senior Brother Zhao hear it and not kill you!"

"Look, Senior Brother Han has been fighting, but Senior Brother Zhao doesn't even dare to come out, don't you think it looks like a turtle?"

Han Ming was holding the black heavenly thunder in his hand at this moment, and the heavenly thunder in his body was also continuously fusing towards the heavenly thunder in Han Ming's hand. After just a few breaths, the Heavenly Thunder in Han Ming's body ceased to exist, and all of them merged into the black Heavenly Thunder in Han Ming's hand.

"Zhao Feng, suffer death!" Han Ming held the heavenly thunder in his hand, his face was majestic, like a heavenly god. Han Ming moved, holding the black heavenly thunder in his hand and flying towards Zhao Feng, shouting angrily.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh" Han Ming held the heavenly thunder in his hand, standing in front of Zhao Feng and bombarding it with the heavenly thunder. Every time Han Ming took the Heavenly Thunder in his hand and attacked Zhao Feng, the Heavenly Thunder was like a flying sword, slashing towards Zhao Feng.

This attack again and again made the Linglong Pagoda finally tremble violently, and the heavenly thunder in Han Ming's hand was constantly weakening. And Zhao Feng's face was also a little pale, after all, Zhao Feng was relying on spiritual power to support the Immortal Exquisite Pagoda.

And Han Ming was just attacking with his own stored Heavenly Thunder, if it wasn't for the fact that the Spirit Martial Master didn't let Han Ming use the Body Phagophage Technique this time, otherwise the battle would have been resolved long ago.

When Zhao Fan saw this, his face was also gloomy, and he said to Zhao Feng's divine sense: "Hurry up and remove the Linglong Pagoda and attack Han Ming." Otherwise, you won't be able to last long under his thunder, quick!"

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth, and took advantage of the gap between Han Minglei's attacks, and the Linglong Pagoda withdrew violently. At this moment, the Linglong Pagoda instantly became huge, and Zhao Feng shouted: "Linglong Pagoda, press!"

After that, Zhao Feng pointed his finger towards Han Ming, and the Linglong Pagoda was like a giant mountain, pressing towards Han Ming. Seeing this, Han Ming immediately took the heavenly thunder and bombarded it violently, but unfortunately he could only make some pauses for the Linglong Pagoda.

At this time, no matter where Han Ming flew, the Linglong Pagoda was always on top of Han Ming's head, wanting to press it down.

The Lingwu Venerable didn't care about the thirty-seven twenty-one at the moment, and said anxiously to Han Ming, "Ming'er, quickly withdraw from the field." Otherwise, if you are taken in by this exquisite pagoda, you will be absorbed and cultivated!"

After saying that, the Lingwu Venerable looked at Zhao Fan angrily and shouted, "Zhao Fan, do you want to commit murder?" You don't know the damage of this Linglong Pagoda, I will let Ming'er admit defeat。。。。。 ！”

Zhao Fan stood up and said with a sneer: "What is the murder of Zongzi? The two juniors are competing here, what are you elders talking about here? I believe that Feng'er has his own measure, if something really happens, I will let Feng'er bear it!"

After hearing this, Lu Fei also said with some unhappiness: "Sect Master Zhao, this old man of the exquisite pagoda has also seen it. Anyone who is sucked into the pagoda is a waste of cultivation, and he will no longer be able to cultivate in this life, I am afraid that Sect Master Zhao will not be able to bear this responsibility!"

Zhao Fan laughed loudly, and said with a disdainful face: "Elder Lu, it seems that your Sword Sect is still not at ease, and you want to pull my Tiangangmen's apprentice to be the master!

"Zhao Fan, you 。。。。。。 Lu Fei glared at Zhao Fan angrily, and when he was full of anger and just wanted to scold Zhao Fan, he was grabbed by Zhou Tai on his forehead. Zhou Tai shook his head and motioned for Lu Fei to sit down and stopped talking.

From beginning to end, Zhou Tai's eyes never dared to look at the gaze of the Lingwu Venerable. When the Lingwu Master saw Zhou Tai like this, although he was very angry in his heart, he didn't say anything.

Seeing that the Linglong Pagoda was about to fall on Han Ming's body, he suddenly passed by the big bronze bell, and the peerless sword that fused together with the white flying sword instantly appeared above Han Ming's head, and he resisted the Linglong Pagoda to the death, preventing it from falling for half a point.

When everyone saw this, they were shocked again. They all secretly wondered what grade this flying sword that could withstand the Linglong Pagoda was!

When Lu Fei saw this flying sword, he couldn't help but stand up in horror, and said incredulously: "This, this is a peerless sword! Impossible, isn't the peerless sword an abandoned flying sword? How can it resist the Linglong Tower?"

Zhao Fan also frowned, watching Han Ming's same magic weapon and method appear, he couldn't help but sigh secretly: "This Han Ming actually has such an opportunity, the heavenly thunder, can resist the flying sword of the immortal weapon, it seems that this son must not stay!"

After thinking about it, Zhao Fan looked at Han Ming coldly, his eyes rolling from time to time.

Han Ming saw that the peerless sword suddenly appeared and resisted the Linglong Pagoda at this moment, and he didn't talk nonsense, the heavenly thunder in his hand flew towards Zhao Feng again, and a black heavenly thunder suddenly appeared above Zhao Feng's head, and it bombarded violently.

There was a muffled sound, and the black thunder exploded around Zhao Feng. At this moment, even if Zhao Feng took out a magic weapon to protect his body, he couldn't help but spurt out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his face was pale.

At this time, Han Minggang felt that the Linglong Pagoda above his head seemed to be under much heavier pressure, and a crack suddenly emitted from the peerless sword. Han Ming didn't want to waste any more time, otherwise he would be the one who died.

After passing through, Han Ming smiled at Zhao Feng, and the body locking technique landed on Zhao Feng's body silently again. As soon as Zhao Feng felt that he was not paying attention, he suddenly surged towards Zhao Feng with an overwhelming murderous aura, and this murderous aura actually caused Zhao Feng to hallucinate.

At this moment, Zhao Feng fell into a fantasy full of murderous intent, and in reality, his eyes were blank, standing motionless.

"Bang ~ Bang ~ Bang" is a thick three heavenly thunders, Han Ming violently drew three heavenly thunders at Zhao Feng's dantian, and flew towards Zhao Feng's dantian.

Han Ming wouldn't kill Zhao Feng, because killing him would definitely cause a lot of trouble. However, the only thing Han Ming could do was to smash his dantian, so that Zhao Feng would not be able to cultivate the truth in this life, nor would he be able to realize the Dao.

When Zhao Fan saw this, he immediately rushed to the stage and hugged Zhao Feng in disregard of his image. However, at this moment, a heavenly thunder had already struck Zhao Feng's dantian, and Zhao Feng suddenly heard a heart-wrenching scream.

Zhao Fan waved his hand, and the two heavenly thunderbolts suddenly turned into nothing. Looking at Zhao Feng, who had already fainted, Zhao Fan gloomily summoned the Linglong Pagoda to his hand, pointed at Han Ming, and suddenly a faint light flew towards Han Ming.

"Bang~poof" After a muffled snort, even though the peerless sword blocked the light, Han Ming still spurted out a mouthful of blood. Seeing this, the Lingwu Venerable also instantly appeared beside Han Ming.

After grabbing Han Ming and putting it behind him, he took out a pill and stuffed it into Han Ming's mouth, then glared at Zhao Fan angrily and scolded: "Zhao Fan, you bastard! Your son can't beat my apprentice, you bastard will come forward and hurt my apprentice, and I will definitely die with you today!"

Zhao Fan saw that the Lingwu Master was angry, and he also regretted that he had just done too much, but Zhao Fan, who was unwilling to give in, also shouted loudly: "Your apprentice actually struck at my Feng'er Dantian in the martial arts competition just now, shouldn't I save it?"

The Venerable Lingwu scolded angrily and said, "You bastard, when your son covers my apprentice with the Linglong Pagoda, can I go forward? Today, when you and I fight, I will be killed!"

With that, the Lingwu Venerable took out a silver fan and fanned it towards Zhao Fan.

"Huhu" several gusts of wind, which also carried a trace of fierce aura and flew towards Zhao Fan.

"Lingwu, stop for the old man!" At this moment, Murong Hai's figure suddenly appeared. Looking at the silver fan in the hands of the Lingwu Master, he slapped each at Zhao Fan and the Lingwu Master, and both of them snorted and took a few steps back.

When the Lingwu Venerable saw Murong Hai coming, he was interrupted by Murong Hai just now.

Murong Hai didn't look at the Venerable Master Lingwu, and said with an expressionless face: "Han Ming, the winner of this game, don't compare the remaining games, it's not a joke for others to see it!"

The Lingwu Venerable was even more angry, his eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, and he said angrily: "Senior Uncle, don't you want to see what Zhao Fan has done? An elder actually attacked the junior himself, is this the elder's 。。。。。。。 ！”

"Bang" Murong Hai struck towards the Lingwu Venerable with a palm, and suddenly a palm print fell on the Lingwu Venerable, and the Lingwu Venerable couldn't help the mouthful of blood in his mouth, and spurted out a big mouthful.

"Don't lose my Tiangangmen people anymore, you two, go on!" Murong Hai still said coldly, and then looked at Han Ming directly, with no ill intentions in his eyes.

Seeing that the Venerable Lingwu was injured, Han Ming hurriedly ran to the Venerable Lingwu's side and asked eagerly, "Master, are you okay?" Master, Master?"

The Venerable Master Lingwu waved his hand, covered his chest with his hand, and laughed madly: "Haha, Tiangangmen, Tiangangmen! I think I've lived for hundreds of years, and it's the first time I've seen such a thing, okay, okay! Today, my Lingwu and my apprentice Han Ming left Tiangangmen, and since then I'm no longer a person from Tiangangmen, Ming'er, can you go with me?"

Han Ming nodded firmly, looked at Murong Hai and Zhao Fan angrily, and said loudly without hesitation: "I, Han Ming, am willing to go with my master, and I will no longer be a person in Tiangang Sect from now on!"