Everyone in the audience talked a lot, and when someone spoke, naturally some people agreed.

"Ling Zheng of the Lingyin Sect, please advise. Ling Zheng opened his fists to He Yi on the opposite side and said.

"Luoyun Sect He Yi, please advise. The man looked at Ling Zheng, and the corners of his eyes showed a hint of contempt, after all, he had also heard that Ling Zheng could enter the top thirteen, and it was completely due to his luck against the sky. However, no matter what Ling Zheng relied on to enter the top thirteen, he was his opponent at this time, and all he had to do was defeat his opponent.

Ling Zheng still didn't pull out the rebellion on his back, He Yi used a sword, and the sword on his waist was a low-grade spiritual weapon at the Xuan Rank. If it was facing others, he would definitely pull out the sword as soon as possible, but in the face of Ling Zheng, he felt that he had no need to use the sword at all, not to mention that Ling Zheng did not use his weapon at all.

He Yi didn't make the first move, he felt that his cultivation at the peak of his psychic spirit could completely crush Ling Zheng, and if he made the first move, it seemed a bit of a bully. Ling Zheng may have guessed He Yi's thoughts, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, the whole ring shook, and He Yi's body couldn't help shaking, and at this moment Ling Zheng moved.

Ling Zheng's body swept into the air, and his fist smashed towards He Yi, his fist was filled with golden light, which seemed to be able to stir up the air around him, and a trace of whirlwind accompanied his arm, towards He Yi. He Yi's body shook, and when he reacted, Ling Zheng's attack had already reached his head, but he was not panicked. He Yi waved his hand, and a yellow light emanated from his palm, grabbing Ling Zheng's fist, and there was a slight smile on his face.

But it was only for a moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth condensed slightly, his palm collided with Ling Zheng's fist, and the two rays of light collided, and there was a muffled sound. The light on He Yi's palm dimmed, and then the whole person retreated uncontrollably, and his expression changed slightly. Although he only used seven points of spiritual power just now, this seven points of strength was not lower than that of ordinary psychic ninth-order cultivators, but he didn't expect that it could not be compared to Ling Zheng's punch.

The contempt in his eyes disappeared, and at this time, He Yi had already begun to face Ling Zheng squarely, perhaps because of the disgrace that Ling Zheng gave him. However, although he didn't despise it, he still didn't take Ling Zheng too seriously when he retreated, after all, the cultivation gap was there. Ling Zheng gained the upper hand with this punch, he naturally would not miss such an opportunity, his body followed, he turned over and kicked He Yi's chest again, and before this kick hit He Yi, he was already startled by a gust of wind.

His body was only able to stand firmly, and Ling Zheng's foot had already reached his body, with an unstoppable momentum, and the wind had already moved before his feet were still. He Yi raised his hand, this time he was attacking with all his might, his hands were shining with yellow light, and the axis was towards Ling Zheng's ankles. But Ling Zheng was so easy to deal with, and with a twist of his toes, he pointed at his wrist.

He Yi shrank his hands and wanted to grab Ling Zheng's ankle again, but Ling Zheng stepped on the back of his hand. His arm sank, and his body took a step back again, before he could react, and then the force of the shock on his arm, Ling Zheng's body in mid-air flipped again, and his fists glowing with golden light pointed at his chest.

In a hurry, He Yi crossed his arms in front of his chest and blocked Ling Zheng's blow, but his body was forced by Ling Zheng's palm again and couldn't help but retreat a few steps. Ling Zheng made one move after another, continuously, overflowing with golden light, suppressing He Yi firmly, and retreating step by step.

He Yi's face was not very good-looking, although Ling Zheng's series of attacks did not hurt him, but they also forced him to be embarrassed. Thinking that a cultivator at the peak of his psychic realm was so persecuted by a cultivator of the sixth order of the psychic realm, how could he bear it, he definitely drew his sword, no matter what, winning the competition was the right thing. He raised his hand again to block Ling Zheng's punch, his body shook, looking at Ling Zheng's fist smashed again, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, an inaudible sound came out, and the long sword was unsheathed in an instant. There was no monstrous light, no countless phantoms, and no terrifying aura, just such a bland style, but Ling Zheng's expression changed dramatically.

Ling Zheng looked at the long sword that was stabbed flatly, and the punch he had just swung was withdrawn, and his body exploded back, trying to dodge the blow, but no matter how he retreated, the tip of the sword was always only a few centimeters away from him. Ling Zheng shook his head secretly, there is really no simple one who can enter the top thirteen, just this small sect has such an offensive to save the situation when it is at a disadvantage. He Yi's face was calm, and there was no wave in his eyes, as if all his mind had been invested in the sword in his hand.

Ling Zheng knew that it was not a way to go on like this, it seemed that he had to use the rebellion, Ling Zheng held the rebellion on his back with his right hand, and the golden light swept through, and the strip of cloth wrapped in the rebellion was torn apart in an instant. Swinging it out against his fate, he slashed at the long sword in front of him, but in an instant, Ling Zheng's face changed greatly, and he didn't want to explode back.

A blood flower spilled out, Ling Zheng's face was a little pale, just now, he wanted to fight against He Yi's sword. But at this moment, He Yi's long sword suddenly disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already in Ling Zheng's chest, if Ling Zheng hadn't retreated fast enough, his injury at this time was probably not just a few centimeters wound on his abdomen, but was disemboweled.

A hint of surprise flashed in He Yi's eyes, he didn't expect Ling Zheng to be able to dodge this sword, this was basically his trick. But he didn't give up, he was unwilling, he was the peak of the ninth order of psychics, could he not help a young man of the sixth order of psychics. His body went in again, and he stepped out, floating towards Ling Zheng like catkins.

Ling Zheng's expression was extremely serious, there was a trace of golden light on it, he did not retreat, he did not use the dragon body method, but directly used the Tianxuan step. Ling Zheng's body appeared in front of He Yi's fluttering body in an instant, no matter how He Yi's body swayed, it swept against fate, and the golden light flashed, exuding a terrifying aura.

He Yi's expression remained unchanged, his figure became more and more fluttering, swaying between the golden light, and the long sword in his hand also stabbed towards Ling Zheng's chest with a yellow light. Ling Zheng's body was sideways, and after an instant, he dodged He Yi's sword, and the reverse fate in his hand turned, and the original sweeping trend stagnated, and suddenly slashed towards the other side.

He Yi's face changed drastically, the long sword was withdrawn, and a yellow light instantly covered the long sword, colliding with the golden light in Ling Zheng's hand. With a loud bang, the two of them each took a few steps back, Ling Zheng's body just hit the ground, Tianxuanbu unfolded, and his figure flashed and appeared beside He Yi again, slashing down with a golden light.

He Yi's fluttering body technique had already been broken by Ling Zheng, and at this time, in the face of Ling Zheng's knife, he could only take it hard. His brows were furrowed, what Ling Zheng had in his hand was a knife, what he held was a sword, no matter what, he was at a loss, he was stuck to death by Ling Zheng step by step, he couldn't exert his strength at all.

He took a few steps backwards and dodged the blow of the rebellion, but Ling Zheng's body followed closely, and the rebellion swung out again, this time the golden light on the rebellion was even worse.

He Yi was helpless, if he didn't want to fight hard, he could only retreat again, his body withdrew a step again, Ling Zheng sneered, Xuantian followed step by step, pressing step by step, not giving He Yi a chance to play.

The people around the ring were almost dumbfounded, and one by one, those who originally thought that Ling Zheng would be defeated almost suspected that they were dazzled at this time. It's really not that they guess that their ability is not good, they can only blame Ling Zheng for being too demonic, and he just uses the cultivation of the sixth order of the psychic to press a person of the ninth order of the psychic to fight.

Being pressed by Ling Zheng step by step, He Yi gritted his teeth, he was really afraid that you wouldn't succeed, and the long sword in his hand emitted a soft light, wrapping his entire arm in it. Looking at Ling Zheng's slash again, he snorted coldly, raised his hand to meet it, what about hard fighting, I am a psychic ninth order. The two collided, and with a crisp sound, the two of them each took a step backwards, but Ling Zheng's physique was too strong, and he didn't need time to react at all, and in an instant, he slashed at him again.

He Yi no longer retreated, raised his hand and swept away with a sword, swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, and this time neither of them retreated. The two raised their hands in no particular order, hitting again and again, and the sound of clanging bells sounded, just for a moment, the two of them didn't know how many blows they had fought hard, and swords and sparks flew in the entire ring.

Suddenly, the swords in the hands of the two collided again, but this time they did not separate, the swords collided, and the golden light and yellow light squeezed each other. The two of them are fighting each other's spiritual power, Ling Zheng does not retreat, although his spiritual power is still a little behind He Yi, but he has a disobedient fate, and he has that strong physique, he is not afraid at all.

The two were at a stalemate for a moment, their faces turned pale, and at this moment, a trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the two, and they didn't want to think about it, they turned around and wanted to retreat, but unfortunately it seemed to be a little late. There was a loud bang, and the entire ring trembled, and a ball of light that fused Ling Zheng's golden and He Yi's yellow spiritual power appeared between the two of them, exploding violently.

The whole ring shook and shook, and everyone outside the ring couldn't help but be stabbed in the eyes by the dazzling light that burst out at this time, and reached out to cover their eyes one by one. A huge light shield on the edge of the ring enveloped the entire ring, and sputtering light fell on this light mask, startling the slightest wave, and then dissipating.

A moment later, the figures of the two appeared in everyone's eyes, Ling Zheng was a little embarrassed, blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, his clothes were torn, and there were still scars on his body. As for He Yi opposite him, he was much more miserable, his face was pale, there were countless wounds all over his body, and a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth.

"I throw in the towel. He Yi, who was a little unwilling, but also knew that he had no strength to fight, so he could only choose to admit defeat.

"Concession. Ling Zheng nodded, hugged his fists and smiled, turned around and got out of the ring.

"I really don't know if this guy is a human or a monster, with the cultivation of the sixth order of psychic, he agreed to the congregation of the ninth order. The people in the ring watched He Yi admit defeat, with a hint of horror and disbelief in their eyes.