The third game was the match between Ling Zheng and Wu Xu, Ling Zheng took a deep breath, this was the first time he faced the existence of the half-step control spirit realm. Although I saw the game between Lu Ziqing and Li Yucheng just now, except for the first move, the two of them only had a terrifying spiritual skill, and they didn't expose anything at all.

"Holy Spirit Sect Wu Xu, please advise. Wu Xu walked into the ring and smiled at Ling Zheng, but there was a trace of ruthlessness and resentment in his eyes.

"Ling Zheng of the Lingyin Sect, please advise. Ling Zheng frowned slightly, he didn't understand where he had offended him, but anyway, it was a battle, and he wasn't afraid, but he was hated for no reason, and he was a little puzzled in his heart.

"I know you, you've been relying on luck to get into the top 10, I have to say that your luck is good, but when you meet me, I will let you understand what real strength is. Wu Xu didn't make a move immediately, but sneered and looked at Ling Zheng with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"yes, then I really need to see it. Ling Zheng smiled faintly, what about the half-step control spirit, he was not afraid at all.

Ling Zheng Tianxuan stepped on, swept in front of Wu Xu in an instant, raised his hand and smashed towards him, with a trace of golden light on it, exuding a terrifying aura.

A trace of disdain flashed in Wu Xu's eyes, and he grabbed Ling Zheng's fist with a wave of his hand, a faint blue light appeared on it, and he didn't know how much strength he used.

Ling Zheng didn't flinch, the golden light in his hand became more and more abundant, and he raised his hand and smashed it again with another punch. Wu Xu frowned slightly, and with a wave of his palm, a curtain of light was spilled out by him, stopping in front of Ling Zheng's fist. Ling Zheng's two fists smashed in front of this layer of light curtain, and with a crisp sound, this light curtain only lasted for a moment before it ended in shattering. Wu Xu's eyes showed a hint of surprise, obviously he didn't expect that this light curtain of his own would be broken so easily by Ling Zheng, and he snorted coldly: "There is still a bit of strength, it's not an embroidered pillow." ”

Wu Xu didn't retreat, he raised his hand and pointed towards Ling Zheng's fist, a faint blue light emanated from his fingers, but a sharp aura emanated from it. Ling Zheng's heart froze slightly, but he didn't retreat, his fists were still mixed with golden light and smashed towards Wu Xu.

With a soft "hiss", Wu Xu's finger clicked on Ling Zheng's fist again, and the golden light on Ling Zheng's fist was broken in an instant, revealing Ling Zheng's crystal fist. Wu Xu's finger was on Ling Zheng's fist, Ling Zheng only felt a pain on the back of his hand, and the place on the back of his hand that Wu Xu pointed with his finger was a big bruise, but it was only an instant that it had recovered.

And when Wu Xu pointed on Ling Zheng's fist, his fingers trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but gasp, he actually didn't penetrate the back of Ling Zheng's hand, but was injured by Ling Zheng's strength. At this moment, Ling Zheng's other punch had already arrived in front of him, his face was slightly dull, his original plan was to use one finger to repel Ling Zheng's fist, and then there was still time to repel Ling Zheng's fist. It's a pity that he thought of Ling Zheng too simply, although the golden light on Ling Zheng's fist was easy to break, but Ling Zheng's physique was so easy to break.

At this time, his fingers were still trembling slightly, and although he was unwilling, he had to take a step back. Taking a step back slightly, Wu Xu was obviously angry, he was actually forced to retreat by this person he had always despised, it was unforgivable. He raised his palm, and a blue light filled the air, and in an instant, his palm was already wrapped.

His body seemed to be like a ghost, and it disappeared in an instant, and a cyan shadow flashed in front of Ling Zheng's eyes. This cyan shadow had already arrived in front of Ling Zheng in an instant, revealing Wu Xu's body, and his palm was grabbing Ling Zheng's neck.

Ling Zheng's expression remained unchanged, although Wu Xu's speed was fast and elusive, his Tianxuan step was no worse than him. The golden light under his feet was permeated, Ling Zheng's body deviated slightly, and then he stepped out, and in an instant, he reached behind Wu Xu, raised his fist and smashed it towards Wu Xu's back.

Wu Xu seemed to be able to anticipate Ling Zheng's trajectory, or sense Ling Zheng's momentum, and smashed his fist out when Ling Zheng had just arrived behind him. His body had already turned, and he raised his fist peacefully towards Ling Zheng's fist, with a loud bang. The two fists collided together, and Ling Zheng only touched slightly, and was repelled by Wu Xu's punch, retreating four or five steps in a row, his face turned slightly pale. Ling Zheng didn't expect that the gap between the half-step spirit control spirit and the ninth order of the psychic spirit was so big, just by virtue of the strength and purity of the spiritual power, this Wu Xu was several times stronger than the previous He Yi.

Before Ling Zheng could stand firm, Wu Xu turned into a blue light again, swept to his side, and raised his hand to hit his chest.

Ling Zheng knew that he couldn't fight hard, this guy's strength was too strong, and he would only suffer if he fought hard. Stretching out his hand to hold the rebellion, a golden light slashed towards Wu Xu's arm, bringing a gust of wind. Wu Xu's arm rubbed against his fate and took it back, but his body did not retreat, but swept to the other side of Ling Zheng again in an instant, raising his hand and slapping countless illusory palms towards Ling Zheng. Ling Zheng's whole person was shrouded in this illusory palm, and he had nowhere to escape if he wanted to, or he couldn't find a way.

Ling Zheng's expression remained unchanged, the golden light flashed on his hand, and as soon as his body turned, the disobedience that exuded golden light also turned into countless phantoms in an instant, slashing towards the surrounding hands. Ling Zheng didn't intend to break Wu Xu's move, what he used was nothing more than exchanging injuries for injuries, anyway, his physique was strong, and he was not afraid of Wu Xu's palm at all. But Wu Xu can't, if he catches Ling Zheng's knife, with the sharpness of his life, even if he doesn't die, he will have to lose a piece of skin.

Wu Xu snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth showed a trace of disdain, this Ling Zheng really thought that he had such a little ability. He didn't dodge it, countless palms collided with the illusory golden broadsword, and then they disappeared, but there were still countless illusory palms slapping towards Ling Zheng's body, and Ling Zheng's golden broadsword phantom had already dissipated, leaving only the real one.

The knife slashed straight down, facing the black shadow in front of him, there was no shadow to hide, and the air seemed to be a little frozen because of this knife.

With a crisp sound, Wu Xu's palm slapped on Ling Zheng's body, Ling Zheng didn't know how many palms he received, and the golden light outside his body was scattered by this palm in an instant, and he could only hinder it slightly. Palm after palm fell on Ling Zheng's strong physique, except for bringing some substantial pain to Ling Zheng, it did not cause any effective damage to Ling Zheng.

And Ling Zheng's knife had already fallen towards Wu Xu, and as soon as the knife went down, the black shadow dissipated in an instant. Ling Zheng's expression changed greatly, he didn't expect that this was actually a phantom, his body just wanted to retreat, Wu Xu's body appeared behind him in an instant, and a punch smashed on his back, this punch Wu Xu used eight points of strength, which was completely different from the previous palm print.

Although countless palms were slapped on Ling Zheng's body before, because the force was too scattered, he underestimated the strength of Ling Zheng's physique, and did not cause any damage to Ling Zheng at all. But this punch is different, this time he used his eight-point spiritual power in an instant, of course, because the time is too short, he can only condense so much strength. Otherwise, he would definitely send a Xuan-level spiritual skill to Ling Zheng and blast Ling Zheng into slag.

With this punch, Ling Zheng's body rushed forward, his face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spit out. But his body has not yet stood firm, but the rebellion in his hand has already slashed towards the back, and he knows that Wu Xu will definitely not let go of such a good opportunity. Sure enough, as Ling Zheng expected, just as Ling Zheng's body rushed forward, Wu Xu turned into a black shadow and followed in an instant, but as soon as he took two steps, in the face of Ling Zheng's disobedience, his body was revealed, and he froze slightly, and his body dodged.

This is just a moment's work, although it is not long, it is enough for Ling Zheng to stand firm. Ling Zheng's body had already stood firm at this time, and he turned around and swept back against his fate, slashing at Wu Xu not far in front. Wu Xu didn't seem to expect Ling Zheng to react so quickly, and he was not afraid in the face of the disobedient sweep, his body turned into a black shadow again, and he rushed towards Ling Zheng.

Facing the opposite side of the rebellion, he did not dodge or dodge, silently, and slashed at the black shadow, which turned into a trace of mist and dissipated in an instant. At this moment, Wu Xu appeared behind Ling Zheng again, and smashed another punch towards Ling Zheng's back, and the blue light on the fist was filled, discharging the surrounding air.

Ling Zheng also felt the threat from behind, his expression was not in a hurry, and he stepped on the ground with one foot, and the ring shook and trembled. Ling Zheng's body was a volley that flipped upside down, dodging the punch, and looked at Wu Xu's body passing under him. Ling Zheng snorted coldly, didn't he know that a move couldn't be used twice on the same person, and he emitted a golden light and waved his hand towards Wu Xu's back.

Wu Xu's expression changed slightly, he didn't expect Ling Zheng's reaction to be so fast, and his body turned into a black shadow and swept forward. But it was too late, and Ling Zheng's disobedience swept across his back, bringing out blood flowers. Wu Xu's body swept forward for more than ten steps before he turned his head, and at this time, a deep scar on his back was bleeding.

"It seems that I underestimated you, and I really can't help you without a little effort. A trace of gloom appeared on Wu Xu's face, he didn't touch the scar on his back, he knew his injury himself, it looked terrifying, but for cultivators, especially for cultivators in the psychic realm, this wound would not cause much harm.

"Yes. Ling Zheng said lightly, he also knew that Wu Xu just now really didn't have any strength, and he had been playing tricks on himself. But so what, Ling Zheng was not afraid of anyone at all, he really couldn't beat him, he still had a left hand that ignored any spiritual defense, and he also had the disobedience to instantly increase his strength several times. It's just that if it weren't for special circumstances, he would never use these two things, after all, he has now entered the top ten and has obtained the qualification for the Holy Spring Baptism. Ling Zheng just wanted to fight with these half-step psychic people to improve his knowledge and strength, after all, his cultivation had improved too quickly, and he didn't understand the gap between small realms and small ranks. This is not to blame Ling Zheng, his strength is all jumping, it is not at all a first-order promotion, how can he understand so much.