The battle between the two attracted almost everyone's attention, and they all stared intently at the smoke and dust that had not yet dissipated.

Could Ling Cheng be able to withstand this Zhu Yan's fierce punch? Or maybe he had already been buried under this punch.

Everyone raised their hearts to their throats, and a collision here is likely to directly determine the ownership of the meteorite.

Obviously, this guy who came out of nowhere, and Ling Cheng, who is not famous, has become the focus of everyone's attention, and even Tianjiao like Feng Ming and Xu Kui are a little dim.

This guy is so worry-free to fight, he wants to make others anxious, some people who have no hope of grabbing treasures and have the idea of watching the show have subconsciously clenched their fists, and the speculations in their hearts are continuous.

Feng Ming frowned, in fact, only he really understood that Ling Cheng's true strength was by no means what it seemed, this group might catch him off guard, but if he wanted to really kill him, it would be too exaggerated, he must have nothing to do.

Moreover, the kind of vitality he cultivated, even his own spatial power was suppressed, and Zhu Yan's Huoluo vitality was a few points inferior to his own spatial power, how could he defeat his white vitality?

Feng Ming thought of this, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression was not so nervous.

As time passed, the smoke and dust slowly dissipated, revealing two figures who were frozen together, they were standing with their legs straight into the earth, and this fist and palm collision seemed to have no benefit on either side.

"What?"

"This Ling Fall actually has nothing to do with it!"

"He actually caught Zhu Yan's punch"

"What the hell is this kid coming from?"

One question after another poured out from the crowd, in fact, in their hearts, Ling Cheng was a small miscellaneous fish to Zhu Yan, who could pinch him to death with a flip of his hand, but now the two of them are fighting equally, what is the situation?

Of course, it was impossible to get an answer to their question, and no one answered her, only reality told them that Ling Yan was no worse than this Zhu Yan.

Now they have finally improved Ling Yun's status again in their hearts, and the person in front of them is not inferior to the heirs of the Wuda Sect, and maybe he may still be victorious.

Zhu Yan's fist was tightly clenched in the palm of Ling Yan's palm, and the terrifying energy that was still surrounding the high temperature had now dissipated, leaving only one fist and one palm tightly together, the momentum of the two sides, no one would let anyone?

"Bang-"

The two quickly kicked the ground and distanced themselves from each other, obviously, in this fight, it was revealed that the strength of the other party was far more than what was on the plane.

Zhu Yan's flame-like gaze stared at Ling Cheng deadly, as if he wanted to burn the latter into ashes, the group he had just now basically used all his strength, but it had no effect on the person in front of him, just now he used the power of the flame to condense into flame energy, wrapped around his fist, and hit the palm of his hand, he felt that his terrifying meridian qi suddenly dissipated, and he felt that his fist was not in the palm of his hand, but into a pool of water, and it seemed to be deep in the mire, feeling that all his power and taboos were now devoured and dissolved, and finally, his own strength did not play a half-point role, and some were just the vitality wrapped around his fists.

Not only that, but after his own Huo Luo Yuan Qi encountered its white Yuan Qi, it quickly collapsed, as if it had encountered something, which was extremely terrifying, and when it touched its white Yuan Qi again, the original hot and violent Yuan Qi suddenly became obedient, feeling like an angry lion, suddenly being hypnotized, and gradually withering.

What is that white vitality, even his own violent and swift fire feet have been suppressed? What is the origin of this person in front of him?

Ling Cheng took a few steps back in succession, stabilized his figure, and looked at the stout and fiery figure.

The group just now was really fierce and hot, exuding a violent temperature, but fortunately, his shining spirit vitality had dissolved most of the attacks, but even so, he still felt a violent force hit the palm of his hand, and he almost couldn't bear it, and until now there was a faint pain in the palm of his hand.

This Zhu Yan is worthy of being the young master of the Huoyun Sect, his strength is definitely not to be underestimated, with these two guys this time, it is definitely not as easy as imagined to take away the meteorite completely!

"Boy, you can catch my punch steadily, you have two hits" Zhu Yan grinded his fist, as if he had finished moving his muscles and bones, and then he was ready to move seriously.

"Hmph, Young Master of the Fire Cloud Sect, is that just the case?" Ling Cheng covered his faintly painful palm behind him, in case he was trembling and someone could see the flaw.

"Next, I will use my power, of course, you can also choose to retreat now," Zhu Yan said in a deep voice. In fact, he knows very well that he is unwilling to fight against him, his vitality is very strange, and he can directly suppress himself, and if he continues to fight like this, he will lose more than he gains, and he will lose more and more.

However, on the other side of their battlefield is to seal the underworld on Xu Kui, you must know that what they are best at is the furious energy, and breaking ten with one force will be their most common way of fighting, however, the opponent is the sealing of the underworld, and his spatial power can unload all the intake qi, so that his ground cracking energy has no effect on him at all, if the two of them really fight, I am afraid the situation will be one-sided.

"Could it be that you heirs of the five major sects are talking so much nonsense?" Ling Cheng slowly opened his closed eyes, his face full of disdain and indifference.

"I don't know what is dead or alive, I think you are looking for death" Zhu Yan suddenly roared, and the fiery battle suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, holding it, standing until it was directly slashed, a red knife quickly slashed at himself, that kind of hot and sharp momentum, as if to cut everything in two, unstoppable.

The slender palm, a touch of the ring in the hand, the next moment, a slender common appeared in the hand, the cold sword, people feel cold at a glance, sharp breath, as if to merge with the vitality of the person, the person in front of the sword gives people the feeling as if to fuse.

With a wave of his arm, Ling Cheng swept through, and a white sword light quickly formed, slashing at the crimson sword.

The two came in an instant, one white and one red, and finally collided together, making a deafening sound.

"Bang bang bang-"

In the center of this huge crater, another huge crater was born, and there was a pit in the pit, and the two of them produced such a powerful destructive power just by looking at each other, if it were replaced by the group of people behind them, I am afraid that they would be killed directly.

Those people brought over by both sides swallowed their saliva unconsciously, if it were for them, they would probably lie on the ground immediately, and they would never be able to stand up, and the contest at their level was not something they could touch.

After such a look, the two are still evenly matched, and they can't tell the highs and lows, it seems that if today's battle is to be finished, it is not as easy as imagined.

"Bastard, eat me with a knife"

The fiery red vitality was wrapped around the fiery red sword, making the entire fiery red pattern even better, and the crimson light was released, directly melting the surrounding stones, and immediately stuck to the huge pit.

Zhu Yan slashed down angrily with the strength of his whole body, such a fierce knife, I am afraid that a huge rock was split in half, and finally turned into a puddle of powder.

Ling Cheng did not escape at all, and he was often horizontal.

"Bell-" The fiery red sword slashed directly at the snow-white sword, making a crisp sound.

Suddenly, Ling Cheng knelt down on one knee directly, Ling Cheng gritted his teeth, this guy's brute strength is really strong, the young man looked at the fiery red war knife close at hand, the weight of this knife is probably at least a few hundred catties or more.

In the end, the snow-white long sword tilted slightly, and the fiery red war knife slashed directly along the sword body to the ground.

The young man, seeing the right time, turned around Zhu Yan's body, and the owner's figure turned, often waving, directly towards his back.

"Bell—"

The clear sound spread out like sound waves, splashing a burst of sparks and scattering them on the ground.

This one of his own was not on his back, but was slashed at its fiery red war knife at once, and in the process of swinging it just now, his war knife was directly inserted into the ground, causing his sword to be cut directly on his war knife, and the sword missed.

Everyone looked at this electric and flint-like confrontation, if it were them, I am afraid that they would have been hit a long time ago, maybe they have turned into a corpse at this time, these two guys are monster-level characters.

Zhu Yan, as the young master of the Huoyun Sect, has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child, and now, the war knife in his hand has already become an extension of her body for him, and he is indistinguishable from its people, and his knife has already become a beating spirit in his hands.

Compared to his experience with weapons, Ling Cheng is still much worse, this bottle of sword fell into his hands, it has been less than half a year, at most it is a few months, but in the past few months, he has been practicing sword moves hard, and now, it can be regarded as a small success, right?

But he vaguely felt that if he wanted to defeat Zhu Yan in front of him with these, it was far from enough, the opponent in front of him was even stronger than he imagined!

The long sword swung, the long knife slashed out, and every obvious and dangerous collision would bring up a burst of sparks, scattered on the ground.

In just a few seconds, the two have fought for no less than a dozen rounds......

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