Ling Fengwu's cultivation is the weakest one in this group of people, and now he also has the middle rank nine of the life and death realm, although he felt that the other party's long whip was a little strange, and after thinking about it, he still didn't take out the blade, and in the face of a high-level opponent in the Qiankun realm, he really didn't need to use the blade.

Seeing that the other party was so supportive, a trace of anger rose in Zhang Liu's heart, and a cold smile appeared on his face, and everyone glanced at Commander Qin who was sitting on horseback.

"Let's go!" Seeing that both of them were poised to wait, Commander Qin was also faithfully performing his duties as a referee.

At the exit of the voice, Zhang Liuzhu's pole-like body suddenly moved slightly, and the whole person twisted, and with a "whoosh" sound, he rushed out like a snake, and the long whip in his hand was thrown out at the same time, and swept away towards Ling Fengwu's slender waist strangely.

Ling Fengwu was big on the surface, but in his heart he was wary of this long whip, and he didn't come out to block it, but his feet slid and moved slightly, and his delicate body had floated away like a cloud, and the long whip carried a sharp whistling, which could pass by.

The whip drawn out by Zhang Liu, from the move, does not seem to have any follow-up changes, it seems very casual, but there is a hidden poisonous killing machine, if the other party dares to block and connect, only under this blow, I am afraid that the battle will be over.

Although Ling Fengwu dodged this blow, it was still within the range of the long whip attack, Zhang Liu let out a sneer, the soft long whip in his hand shook slightly, and suddenly rushed forward like a snake, and the long whip threw out a wave-like weird attack in the air.

Ling Fengwu's figure flashed again, the fluttering clouds unfolded, and flew away diagonally, and there was a piercing sound of "pop" around him, which showed that the speed of this whip was extremely fast.

With the agility and speed of this long whip, if you just blindly dodge, you will be hit sooner or later when you are busy responding, and you can only send out a sharp counterattack unexpectedly in the dodge.

The long whip roared out again, blocking the surrounding dodge space, and the attack power was also dispersed at the same time, capturing the fleeting fighter plane, for Ling Fengwu, who had experienced a hundred battles, it could be described as a unique eye, stretching out a slender jade hand like snow, and suddenly poked into it in the heavy whip shadow, this jade hand that looked soft as a boneless, suddenly erected its palm as a knife, and slashed out in a floating oblique manner.

Poof! The palm knife was extremely sharp, and the tip of the whip was suddenly cut off. However, a strange thing happened, a stream of red blood shot out from the broken end of the whip, and the severed whip tip seemed to have a life into Ling Fengwu's sleeve, and it actually swam inward like a snake.

"This long whip can actually be a snake?!" Ling Fengwu felt a pang in her heart, but she never expected that the other party's long whip would be a living snake, even if she had become wary of this long whip, she was also unexpected. Fortunately, there is a body protection shield to block the grid, otherwise, it will really be hit.

"You...... Zhang Liu saw the whip tip shake out of the other party's sleeve, and his face twitched, full of pain. The long whip in his hand is indeed a snake, called the Iron Blood Ink Snake, the skin layer of the whole body is as hard as pure gold and black iron, and the blades below the seventh grade are also difficult to injure, and contain enough snake venom to kill people, after a few breaths, it will be paralyzed, completely lose its combat effectiveness, if there is no antidote, it will not take long to turn into a cold corpse, it can be said that it is impossible to prevent, and it is extremely poisonous.

Zhang Liu relied on the methods of this yin man, I don't know how many people were recruited, and he is still kept in the dark, I don't know why. As everyone knows, this sword is difficult to hurt the iron-blooded ink snake, and it was actually slashed by a delicate jade palm that was as soft as a boneless, just like chopping melons and beans, is this still a human hand? It is comparable to a divine weapon!

Without the extremely sharp whip, the combat power was suddenly greatly affected, and under the extreme anger, he saw the opponent's palm knife cut out continuously, silently, without the sound of sharp strength whistling, Zhang Liu knew what the result would be if he was split into the palm, and he dared to attack again, unfolding the snake-like body, narrowly avoiding the attack range of the palm shadow in the sky, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but found that his body suddenly flew up, and there was a sound of broken bones at the tail ridge, and the heart-rending pain suddenly spread all over the body......

It was like the sound of a pile of dead things falling to the ground, Zhang Liu's mouth spurted out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes and fainted, his tail vertebrae were kicked to pieces, and the entire lower body was completely unconscious, and he had to lie down for at least half a year before he could hope to recover.

After just a face, he was beaten so that he couldn't take care of himself, this result was absolutely unexpected, and everyone was stunned and couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.

"Tianwailou side, win!" Commander Qin came back to his senses from his shock, but he still did not forget his duty as a referee.

The eyes of the people in the Flying Rain Courtyard who looked at Ling Fengwu were full of fiery anger, and at the same time secretly hated that this Zhang Liu was too light on the enemy, and relied too much on the iron-blooded ink snake, as soon as the snake's head was cut off, it had no combat effectiveness, and it was kicked and crippled alive, it was too embarrassing!

Except for Leng Xuyue, who was still smiling lightly, everyone present had such a perception and evaluation of this battle, and even the two purple-clothed disciples were also influenced by preconceived ideas and made wrong judgments.

At this time, another man in white walked out of the crowd, looking thirty miles away, with thick eyebrows and square face, and a tall and majestic figure, like a mountain towering, full of oppression. Holding a wide and thick knife in both hands, it has been held across the chest, giving people the posture of an iron lock across the river, and with each step, the ground of the street will tremble slightly.

The corners of his mouth outlined a faint disdainful arc, and his gaze fell on Luo Ling Fengwu's body again, as if he was looking at a dead man; "Everything you put on Zhang Liu, I will let you return it exponentially!"

The voice was like rolling thunder, the bullying was extremely domineering, and before the other party responded, the ground under his feet, the momentum as thick as a mountain suddenly evaporated from the body, permeating the surroundings, and the hard surface seemed to be unable to withstand such a majestic squeeze, and cracked open. It seems that even the air has become viscous and heavy, and each dust seems to contain the power of a thousand catties, and the heavy, diffuse yellow-brown dust suddenly gathers in one place, visible to the naked eye, a mass of vitality like a substance, instantly forming a majestic giant rock peak, which hangs above Ling Fengwu's head like thunder, constantly falling downwards and crushing.

This kind of mountain-like momentum makes people deeply feel that the surrounding air has become extremely heavy, and every particle of dust in the air seems to be like a thousand pounds of boulder, as if it wants to sink people into a pile of dust and sand.

However, the imaginary situation did not appear, but seeing that Ling Fengwu only raised his hand slightly to sort out Li Yun's sideburns, the air above his head shook, and the coercion of the heavy peaks and peaks suddenly distorted, and then fell apart and disappeared into nothingness.

Pedal!

The majestic man staggered back two steps, annoyed and angry with a touch of surprise, his eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly, the big knife in his hand suddenly pointed straight at Ling Fengwu, the pupils in his eyes contracted, the battle intent revealed in his eyes was a little stronger, and a heavy and domineering aura spread out. A rushing sword intent seemed to break through the space in front of it, converging into an earthy yellow sword light several zhang long.

A majestic and heavy sword slashed through the air, as if a giant peak had fallen from the sky, making people feel that there was no way to dodge. Ling Fengwu faced the heavy sword momentum like a mountain, still with his empty hands, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging and dodging, he once again erected his palm as a knife, and a golden light flashed out from the edge of his palm, and the next moment, as if from the depths of the sky, he slashed towards the yellow knife as thick as a mountain.

A coquettish shout sounded, and a golden streamer quickly cut into the mountain peak, suddenly bursting out with a burst of high-frequency violent shock, the space trembled slightly, twisted, and the mountain-like heavy knife momentum was clearly visible and cracked, and then it fell apart and exploded, and the air exuded a dusty atmosphere.

The majestic man's mountain knife momentum was broken, as if expected, his expression was still solemn, his face was not sad or joyful, and his body was full of awe-inspiring earth breath, with the thick earth breath constantly climbing rapidly, the naked eye could see that the ground under his feet suddenly rolled up layers of dust, like a rolling torrent rushing wildly, the momentum was vast, and he wanted to crush the other party into meat and pulp foam in one fell swoop.

Ling Fengwu's palm shadow flew, and the golden wind on the flat ground suddenly rose, whistling and roaring, and for a while, the dust and waves rolled angrily......

The majestic man saw that his thick soil was crushed, and was swept away by a sudden golden hurricane, and the dust in the sky flew and dissipated. The heart is cold, the expression is even more monstrous, almost crazy, the breath of the earth is more and more thick and diffuse, the whole momentum seems to be integrated with the ground under the feet, there is an inseparable sense of majestic heaviness, immovable as the thick and solid of the mountain.

Holding the knife in both hands and raising it towards the sky, it was extremely heavy, and the awe-inspiring momentum doubled in an instant, making people suddenly feel a sense of danger.

Yellow Dragon Roaring Sky!

A dragon roar shook the earth, and the knife momentum then slashed into the air and landed on the ground, like an airborne meteorite, rolling up the dust in the air, turning into a rolling yellow dragon, and the domineering peerless rushed towards Ling Fengwu and swept away.

The power of this blow is enough to split the mountain and break the mountain, the sword flashes, stacked heavily, and slashes out dozens of mountain-like swords in one go, as if dozens of yellow dragons are flying wildly in the air, and the momentum is shaking the sky and the earth, and Ling Fengwu's figure is shrouded in it in an instant, and the dodge space on the front and back and left and right are all overlapping dragon shadow swords.

The majestic man's eyes shimmered, intending to lock the other party's figure firmly, but when he saw a skirt floating and flashing, it seemed to be shuttling between the sword and the dragon shadow like a butterfly, which seemed to be dangerous, but in fact it was thrilling and unscathed.