Chen Qingyang hurriedly urged all his strength to form a defensive wall in front of Qiao Xiaoyou, but the two of them were still shocked and flew more than ten meters away.

And the originally beautiful manor turned into ruins and ruins in an instant.

"Little demon, are you alright?" Chen Qingyang hurriedly turned around and pulled Qiao Xiaoyou, not letting her body fall backwards.

Qiao Xiaoyou shook his head with a solemn face, and his eyes were always on the battlefield.

Ling Chengfeng broke through Qiao Beiting's sword so easily, and the strength of the two seemed to have been decided.

A knife was blocked, Qiao Beiting did not pause, holding the knife in both hands, cutting a strange arc in the air.

In an instant, the cold light shone on the main land, even more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

The sword rays that were originally shattered by Ling Chengfeng's punch actually converged and condensed again, forming an even more terrifying sword ray, surging with heart-palpitating energy fluctuations.

The sudden change made Ling Chengfeng instantly put away his contempt, his eyes staring at the sword light condensed in mid-air, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Slash!"

Qiao Beiting roared fiercely, as if he was trying his best to swing the most violent knife.

This knife condensed all Qiao Beiting's comprehension of the set of knife techniques he mastered, and broke all the complicated moves, leaving only the most simple and simple style.

But the simpler and simpler it is, the more terrifying the power it contains, as if with the momentum of destroying the world and the earth, and everywhere it passes, even the air seems to be evaporated, cutting out a vacuum area of short battle!

Although the energy emitted by the sword made everyone a little breathless, the trend of curiosity still made them stubbornly raise their heads, not wanting to miss this rare battle of powerhouses.

"It's kind of interesting!"

The corners of Ling Chengfeng's mouth curled, revealing a sneer, and there was no fear in his eyes.

I saw him swing a punch again, but this punch obviously carried a violent yin aura, like a terrible ghost crawling out of hell, the yin wind roared angrily, and at the same time, the terrifying blood qi surged around his body, making people tremble from the soul.

"What is this?" Chen Qingyang's body shook violently, and his eyes looked at Ling Chengfeng in disbelief.

Blood Curse Fist!

Chen Qingyang was sure that this was definitely the Blood Curse Fist he had used when he fought Mo Fulong before.

I didn't expect Ling Chengfeng to have such a terrifying fist technique.

Moreover, compared to Mo Fulong, Ling Chengfeng's Blood Curse Fist was obviously more eerie and terrifying, as if the entire hellish ghosts were pouring out, roaring wildly around him.

"Broken!"

Ling Chengfeng sneered, and the blood-colored fist roared fiercely with that terrifying sword.

In an instant, the sword was invincible to the impact of the blood-colored fist, and exploded in mid-air.

And the blood-colored fist that Ling Chengfeng blasted out, although the light dimmed a lot, the power was still not to be underestimated, and it roared madly through Qiao Beiting.

Qiao Beiting didn't have time to dodge, so he could only hold the rungs in front of his chest, and he was forced to carry the violent blood-colored fist, and the whole person was shocked dozens of meters away, and his face was slightly pale.

Ling Chengfeng did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but put his hands behind his back, suspended in the void and stood proudly, looking at Qiao Beiting in the distance with an invincible attitude.

"With your little strength, you also want to die with me?" Ling Chengfeng said disdainfully.

Qiao Beiting forcibly suppressed the chaotic qi and blood in his body, he didn't expect that Ling Chengfeng's strength was completely beyond his imagination.

But it's too early to throw in the towel.

Qiao Beiting suddenly turned his head and looked at Qiao Xiaodemon below.

Qiao Xiaoyou understood what Qiao Beiting meant, he wanted to let himself take Chen Qingyang to take the opportunity to escape.

However, Qiao Xiaoyou shook his head stubbornly, obviously not wanting to leave.

"Don't look at it, none of them will leave today." Ling Chengfeng saw through Qiao Beiting's thoughts at a glance and said with a sneer.

Qiao Beiting's face sank, and his eyes were fixed on Ling Chengfeng.

"If you want to save them, the only way for you is to defeat me, shoot, I know you haven't used all your strength just now." Ling Chengfeng said.

Qiao Beiting is a powerhouse of the eighth order of the Innate Realm, one order higher than Ling Chengfeng, although because of the exercises, Ling Chengfeng can fight across the realm, but after all, the two are one level apart, and the difference in strength cannot be so big.

If he wanted to kill Qiao Beiting, Ling Chengfeng would definitely not be so easy.

So he guessed that Qiao Beiting didn't exert his full strength at all just now.

"So, let's get started!"

Qiao Beiting's tone was cold, and his eyes were full of determination.

The next moment, a golden-blue light emerged from Qiao Beiting's body, making his whole person seem to be covered with a layer of battle armor, like a god of war.

Qiao Beiting's cultivation is an ancient exercise, called "Tiangang Secret Classic", which was taught to him by a wandering scattered person when he was traveling abroad.

At the beginning, the wandering man told Qiao Beiting that this "Tiangang Secret Codex" was a crippled exercise, which he found from his spatial magic weapon after killing a mortal enemy back then, and even he did not cultivate it himself.

Because if you want to cultivate this "Tiangang Secret Codex", you must destroy all the previous cultivation and start all over again.

At that time, Qiao Beiting had just stepped into the threshold of a martial artist, so naturally he didn't have any estimates, so he directly destroyed his cultivation and re-cultivated this "Tiangang Secret Codex".

It is precisely because of this that Qiao Beiting's strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has become a master of the condensation period in just a few years.

After that, his strength was even higher all the way, and he had already become a powerful innate peak realm master at the age of less than sixty.

Originally, with his qualifications, he could go further, but it was a pity that he had already cultivated the "Tiangang Secret Codex" passed down to him by the wandering person to the peak, and without the cultivation method below, his strength could only stagnate.

The golden-blue qi around him instantly poured into the knife in Qiao Beiting's hand, gathering all the strength in the dantian and slashing out his strongest sword.

This knife is Qiao Beiting's own knife technique, called Tiangang style!

Feeling the horror of Qiao Beiting's knife, Ling Chengfeng's face also changed slightly, he didn't dare to hold it up anymore, and the blood curse fist blasted out with all his might.

For a while, the yin wind was howling, like ten thousand ghosts roaring, and the monstrous blood-colored fist was the strongest knife against Qiao Beiting.

Boom!

The furious energy swept across the sky, engulfing Qiao Beiting and Ling Chengfeng.

At the same time, three black streamers flew from the sky in the distance, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the sky above everyone.

When he saw the three people appear, Nangong Blade's expression suddenly became excited.

"They're coming!"

Nangong Jue and Nangong Xu raised their heads suddenly, and when they saw the familiar three figures in mid-air, their faces couldn't help but show a touch of excitement.

The appearance of the three did not cause much of a sensation, because almost everyone's attention was focused on the battlefield on that side.

In this battle, is Qiao Beiting's knife stronger, or Ling Chengfeng's fist more domineering?

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