For a while, on the top of Vantaa Mountain, the wind and thunder were fierce, and the sword qi and fist intent surged into the sky, colliding with each other, and bursting out with terrifying power.

On the top of the mountain, because of the battle between the two, a large piece was flattened, and from time to time there were huge boulders rolling down on the mountain, and the sound was terrifying.

The onlookers were all shocked.

The onlookers from afar at the foot of the mountain were even more frightened and retreated back again and again, quickly moving away, and some people even couldn't escape, and a stampede occurred.

When they looked at it, they only saw the top of Mount Vantaa, and the two figures seemed to be like two long rainbows, constantly entangled and colliding.

Their figures flickered, moving up and down, and the naked eye of mortals could not see their movements clearly.

Only here at the Qilin Observation Deck, some cultivators who were slightly stronger in cultivation could barely see the attack moves between the two of them.

Their fighting aura was so fierce that many people couldn't help but change color and feel an unspeakable fear.

Chen Yan's eyes saw everything.

He saw a fierce confrontation between Qin Lang and Chen Feng, the Holy Son of Songshan.

One of these two people cultivates kendo, and the other cultivates fist intent.

Qin Lang's sword path is smart and tricky, like a snake lightning, every time he strikes, the sword momentum is like a diagonal hanging galaxy, and it is like an antelope hanging horns, in which the sword moves, containing the meaning of destruction, a sword draws, as if it can split the mountains and cross the rivers.

His sword realm has almost reached the point of the unity of man and sword.

This made Chen Yan couldn't help but be surprised in his heart, he hadn't seen him for three years, what happened to this guy.

Chen Yan watched his move, as if he saw a kendo master who had practiced kendo for a hundred years attacking.

This is really a bit incredible, Qin Lang has been cultivating for three years, and his kendo cultivation has actually been able to reach such a point?

Isn't it, this guy may have obtained the sword path inheritance of a powerful sword cultivator, right?

Chen Yan's eyes flickered, you must know that the sword cultivator Li Qingyun from the ancient martial arts world who had been subdued by him had not yet reached this point.

Speaking of Li Qingyun, Chen Yan didn't know what happened to this old guy now.

Since the last time Lin Yan'er's incident came out, Chen Yan hasn't seen him again, and I don't know if he is dead or alive now.

With a slight sigh, Chen Yan retracted his thoughts.

Qin Lang in front of him has indeed become too powerful, and it is simply incomparable.

But Chen Feng, the holy son of Songshan opposite him, should not be underestimated.

Chen Feng's fist intent was rolling, like a torrent of steel, unstoppable.

Between the gestures, it seems that there are thousands of catties of power, carrying the momentum of the ocean.

So, where the two fought, the mana was surging, almost becoming a sea of mana, drowning both figures.

Qin Lang's mana was cyan, while Chen Feng's mana was blue.

One green and one blue, fighting endlessly.

"Bang bang bang!"

The dull sound of the exchange came from the air, like a drum, and even those who had not cultivated felt suppressed at this moment, and their chests were a little stuffy, and they couldn't breathe.

"Boom", suddenly, at the feet of the two people, the mountain completely collapsed, and it couldn't withstand the strength of the two of them, so it exploded directly.

This scene, for mortals, is like a great destruction and disaster.

Some of the onlookers screamed in fright, and their faces turned pale.

It's exciting, and at the same time it's awe-inspiring.

Is this the power of the Sons?

It's horrible.

At that moment, countless people screamed and fled into the distance.

Fortunately, after the drastic changes in heaven and earth, the laws of this world have also changed, and although the cultivators are powerful, it is not so easy to destroy heaven and earth.

Even though the mountain in front of him collapsed and exploded, invisibly, there seemed to be a force that suppressed the scene after the destruction of the mountain, and did not let the too terrible situation appear.

During the holidays, the crumbling mountain will form a new place.

"The battle is over."

Suddenly, Chen Yan whispered.

His gaze saw the scene of the two fighting inside through the surging mana.

At this moment, both of them had injuries of different degrees on their bodies, their clothes were torn, and they looked a little embarrassed.

But obviously, Qin Lang was a little weaker.

However, the fighting spirit on his body is very strong, and the momentum on his body has not weakened by half a point, but he has surpassed Chen Feng in this aspect.

Therefore, for a while, it is still difficult to determine the outcome of the two, and it can only be said that they are opponents in chess.

And at this moment, the two of them delivered their strongest blow at the same time.

Between heaven and earth, only a powerful sword light was seen dozens of zhang long, passing through the air and slashing downward.

At the same time, a huge fist print crossed the sword light.

The two had a terrifying aura, as if time and space were frozen at this moment between heaven and earth, and under the gaze of many eyes, I saw them slowly colliding together.

Heaven and earth are silent!

Silence!

Everyone's minds were tugged.

"Phew!"

"Click!"

It seemed like it was only for a moment, but it seemed like a century long, and as soon as the sword came into contact with the huge fist, the sword light began to collapse and explode, and the fist also made a cracking sound, and dense lines like spider webs appeared on it.

"Boom!"

Eventually, a blinding light emanated from there, making it impossible to open one's eyes, and it was completely impossible to see the scene there.

There was a big bang, and the blinding light was released by a violent surge of energy.

When the light disappeared, and I don't know how long it took, all the onlookers at the scene got used to it, opened their eyes, and stared nervously at the center of the battlefield.

"Is the battle over?"

"The result? Who won? ”

"I hope that the Holy Son of Qin Lang can win, I heard that the reason why he fought with the Holy Son of Songshan this time is because this Holy Son of Chen Feng of Songshan looks down on those of us who didn't even know what cultivation is before, but now they can become monks halfway, and he also used low-grade soil buns to call us such words, I have never seen the world, and we are regarded as uncivilized barbarians, and this person is also thirsty for killing, and the monks who died in his hands who have just embarked on the path of cultivation in this world do not know how many."

"There is such a thing."

"Madena's brainless fans actually fanned him, such a person has no explanation in his life."

"Brain-dead fans are like this, no way, before the drastic changes in the world, those little white-faced stars were powdered, and now after the drastic changes in the world, these fans, three views or something, for them, there is no existence, only handsome, it is their father."

……

There was a lot of talking.

On the Kirin Observation Deck, it was equally noisy, and everyone's hearts were attracted.

Soon.

In the Vantaa Mountains, the billowing smoke and dust cleared, and a clear scene was revealed.

Everyone stared at it, and suddenly saw that in the dust and mist, two figures were clearly revealed.

"I lost this battle, I admit it, I did despise you dirt buns before, but you don't have to be too proud, one day, I will definitely kill you with my own hands."

Heaven and earth were silent, and the words of Chen Feng, the holy son from Songshan, sounded.

As soon as his words came out, everyone present immediately became in an uproar.

"Defeated, I didn't expect Chen Feng to be defeated."

"How could the male god in my mind be defeated, I don't believe it, he has obviously cultivated so hard, there must be something shady."

"you paralyzed."

Someone heard the previous sentence, burst into a foul mouth, kicked the person who spoke, and kicked him out.

"Who kicked me?" It was a woman, turning her head and glaring angrily.

However, the people present looked up at the sky and didn't bother to pay attention to her at all.

"Qin Lang's Holy Son won, it's really happy."

"It has to be like this, otherwise the nostrils of the monks of Made's group will go up to the sky and look down on us people."

……

All kinds of voices rang out, some excited, some lost, some cheered, and some disappointed.

"I want to go!"

In Wantashan, hearing Chen Feng's words, Qin Lang suddenly shouted, then got up and drew his sword, and was about to kill Chen Feng again, as if he wanted to keep Chen Feng.

"You can't stop me."

However, Chen Feng sneered.

His words fell, and a big hand passed through the sky in the sky, and in an instant, with majestic coercion, he grabbed him and disappeared in an instant.

Only a voice of vicissitudes came from afar, resounding between heaven and earth: "Holy Son of Huashan, in three years, Chen Feng will go to Huashan again." ”

In the voice, there is endless coercion, which is many times more terrible than the Holy Son, and it makes people feel unattainable and majestic, and there can be no slightest violation.

"This is a primal old monster!"

Someone whispered.

On the unicorn observation deck, everyone changed color.