Zhang Mochen's appearance undoubtedly pushed the intensity of the battle to a higher level again, however, he didn't pay attention to those gazes, at this time, there was only a flying giant sword in his eyes.

Zhang Mochen shouted, his legs were bent and ejected violently, and the next second his feet left the ground, the giant sword was also murderous.

The coercive robe on the giant sword chattered, Zhang Mochen's eyes sank, and he stepped on the tip of the sword hard.

The giant sword hummed, the light exploded, and the violent energy struck Zhang Mochen like lightning.

The explosions continued one after another, but Zhang Mochen was still as steady as Mount Tai, and the powerful energy shocks were completely resisted by him with his strong physical body.

His feet were rushing on the blade, Zhang Mochen didn't blink his eyes, he was extremely cold, he had only one target, that is, Song Qingzhu behind the giant sword.

Song Qingzhu's gaze was sharp, and he knew how powerful the lightning energy erupted from the giant sword was, even a mid-level Yuan Master would not dare to touch it easily, but Zhang Mochen only relied on his physical body to resist all these powerful attacks.

However, the corners of Song Qingzhu's mouth suddenly rose, and at the same time, his hands condensed again, and with an angry shout, the giant sword in the air began to tremble violently.

"Mo Chen, dodge quickly, Song Qingzhu is going to detonate the giant sword. A sword defused Ying Lao's offensive, Chen Jingnan shouted urgently, he could feel the power of this giant sword, if he exposed himself, even he had to retreat as much as possible.

Song Qingzhu was handsome on the surface, but in fact, he was extremely vicious in his heart, where was he willing to give Zhang Mochen a chance to breathe, and as he roared out again, the giant sword suddenly made a loud noise.

"Die!"

The overwhelming yellow vitality suddenly erupted, sweeping countless raindrops, completely distorting the surrounding airspace. Some of those who were a little closer were directly shaken away, like those kites in the sky with broken strings.

This hurricane-like riot made the entire battlefield suddenly quiet. They all looked overhead.

"Ink Dust!"

Looking at the figure that was swallowed by the explosion in an instant, Chen Jingnan and the others looked shocked.

In contrast, Li Fengying and the others were ecstatic, this demon who made them all jealous was finally dead.

Looking at the extremely distorted mid-air, the corners of Song Qingzhu's mouth raised an arc, which looked full of coldness and disdain.

The entire battlefield was completely enveloped in dead silence, except for the torrential rain and deafening thunder, I am afraid that only the sound of people's violent heartbeats remained.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunderous sound suddenly broke the dead silence, and before everyone could come back to their senses, there was a muffled sound one after another.

Everyone couldn't take their eyes off it, and the extremely distorted space continued to shoot out dazzling light, like lightning tearing through the clouds, dazzling.

There was an even more deafening sound, and everyone's faces suddenly stiffened, because in that distorted space, a figure walked out slowly, although it looked a little embarrassed, but the chill in its eyes was even colder.

"I'm not dead!"

Looking at the figure swooping down, the corners of Song Qingzhu's eyes couldn't help but tremble. The power of the giant sword can be called the full force of the middle-level Yuan Master, but I didn't expect Zhang Mochen to be able to resist hard.

However, in the next second, Song Qingzhu's gaze became even more vicious, and as his feet slammed on the ground, the mountain-like body jumped high and met him head-on.

Zhang Mochen was also extremely gloomy, and the speed of the swooping was getting faster and faster, like a small meteorite, if it weren't for the torrential rain, I am afraid that it would have already rubbed a raging fire.

The two figures, one small and one large, one up and one down, collided head-on in mid-air, and the powerful collision made everyone speechless. Throughout the audience, Zhang Mochen and Song Qingzhu's cultivation was not the highest, but the strong flesh and strength of the two of them could not be compared to even Chen Jingnan and the Ying Lao who used the secret method.

The deafening muffiness continued to sound, and there was no gorgeous meta-technique, but every collision between the two of them was deeply shocked in everyone's hearts.

There was another huge gloom, and the two figures finally retreated separately.

After strengthening his body, Song Qingzhu retreated rapidly, leaving huge footprints one after another, shaking the land slightly.

His heels were stuck in the mud, Zhang Mochen gritted his teeth and desperately resisted the inertia of retreating sharply, and finally stopped his body after sliding two deep marks tens of meters on the ground.

Song Qingzhu, who had become bigger, looked a little high, but his heart was extremely shocked. With the 'Giant Spirit Descending to Earth', he had a draw with Zhang Mochen, and the latter's physical strength can be imagined.

"Damn, it's still too much to rely on the pure body, so you have to hurry up and cultivate the 'Immovable Underworld'. Zhang Mochen shook his numb arm, and his eyes were also amazed.

Song Qingzhu stepped out again, and immediately splashed the muddy water high.

"Zhang Mochen, I didn't expect you to grow to such a point, but I underestimated you. Song Qingzhu said coldly, but he couldn't hear any praise.

Song Qingzhu, who has dual yuan power, is not comparable to Jiang Yuan's goods, however, Zhang Mochen grinned lightly at the corner of his mouth, "I don't have any surprises at you, because in my eyes, you are as useless as ever." ”

"Hehe, your mouth is still so stinky, so let you see what the real gap is. ”

Song Qingzhu didn't say more, as the majestic earth element force flowed rapidly in his body, the skin that had already changed into a bronze gradually condensed a trace of metallic luster, and countless raindrops hit it, making a crisp 'jingle' sound.

"Elder Ying, I didn't expect that Qingzhu had already cultivated the 'Giant Spirit Descending to Earth' to the second layer. Li Fengying was shocked.

Ying Lao's old face was also full of joy, and now Song Qingzhu even he had to force back three points.

In contrast, the color of nervousness once again occupied the faces of Chen Jingnan and others.

"You can force me to use all my strength, in the realm of the beginner master, Zhang Mochen, you are the first person, therefore, you are not unjustly dead. Song Qingzhu said gloomily, with a metallic luster all over his body, like a golden-bodied Arhat.

"Hehe, I've heard this kind of cruel words countless times, but now I'm still standing here. With a snort, Zhang Mochen replied lightly, compared to the indifference of his appearance, the strong earth element force in his body was flowing rapidly, and the multicolored flow beads that had already changed to gray were spinning wildly.

"Today is the last time you'll hear it. Leaving behind a cold sentence, Song Qingzhu burst out again, and the veins of his whole body bulged out on the metal skin, perfectly integrating strength and violence.

Zhang Mochen snorted coldly, and his whole body made a sound through the bones, like a mad beast, rushing towards Song Qingzhu.

The violent collision of meteorites hitting the earth once again appeared in everyone's field of vision.

Whether it was Zhang Mochen or Song Qingzhu, they directly ignored each other's attacks completely, and in their consciousness, there were only crazy attacks.

The huge sullenness continued to explode in everyone's ears, and this kind of physical hardness, although there was no gorgeous turbulence caused by the confrontation of the Yuan Technique, it made people's backs cold.

Simple, wild, violent.

Although the body is as strong as this, Zhang Mochen is a mortal body after all, and in the face of Song Qingzhu, who urged the body quenching exercise, he gradually fell into disadvantage.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, Zhang Mochen's chest sank, and at the same time as a mouthful of sweetness spurted out, his body was shaken away by a punch and retreated sharply.

"Die!"

Taking advantage of people's illness to kill people, Song Qingzhu burst into tears and chased after him, his incomparable fist gathered the strength of his whole body, vowing to kill Zhang Mochen with one blow.

Quickly stabilized his body, and before he had time to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, Zhang Mochen's eyes were sharp, and with the strength of his feet, without any fear, he met it head-on again.

Seeing that Zhang Mochen did not escape, Song Qingzhu was overjoyed, and in the next second, the running feet were a few points faster, and the iron fist with a metallic luster even squeezed the air.

The iron fist slammed away and landed directly on Zhang Mochen's chest, but the muffled loud noise did not break out, and Zhang Mochen did not fly upside down.

Zhang Mochen's left hand tightly clasped Song Qingzhu's wrist, and there was no longer a visible distance between the iron fist and his chest.

Compared with a sneer raised at the corner of Zhang Mochen's mouth, Song Qingzhu became stunned at this moment.

As Zhang Mochen broke through to the Junior Yuan Master, the spiritual lightning attack was even more unbelievable. However, Zhang Mochen didn't have any support, and in the next second, the five fingers of his right hand were clenched, and he was fierce and fierce. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, Song Qingzhu suddenly flew upside down, leaving a dazzling blood mist in the air.