The sunset is falling, the sky is getting late, and the afterglow is like smoke.

In front of the Academy Square, Qiao Lu pointed to a group of soldiers and gave the order, "You ..... You... And you guys..... Go..... Even if you overturn the entire school palace, you have to find that kid for me! ”

Hundreds of soldiers dispersed in response to the sound and quickly swept towards all parts of the school palace.

"Idiot!"

Ling Beitian's eyes were glowing with coldness, and he said, "Blatantly chasing Su Daochen, you are not afraid that the Sword Sect will come to the door in the future?" ”

As if he hadn't heard, Joru plucked out his ears.

He raised his head and looked at Ling Beitian, and said lightly: "Boy, you are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect yourself, so you should worry about yourself first!" ”

With that, his figure was like a cannonball, shooting away, and slamming into Ling Beitian with a punch.

Ling Beitian let out a low snort, and the latter came first, and slapped it out of the air with one palm.

Rumble!

With a dull pop, the two figures parted at the touch of a button.

I saw Ling Beitian's white clothes fluttering, staggering back, and being shaken by the aftermath a few meters away.

"In the early days of leaving the dust realm, it is a bit interesting to be able to catch a heavy punch from Ben General."

Qiao Lu's face was slightly surprised.

Not long ago, Zuo Qiu received a heavy punch from him, and he was instantly defeated and lost his ability to fight.

And Ling Beitian and Zuo Qiu are in a similar realm, and they are younger, but their combat power is obviously different, and the gap is very large.

"This person is at least in the late stage of the Dust Realm, maybe more than ......"

Ling Beitian frowned slightly, feeling a faint pressure.

"Phew!"

At this moment, a strong wind howled, and a faint afterimage could be seen.

"So fast!"

Ling Beitian's eyes shrank slightly, and he hurriedly raised his arm to defend.

In the next moment, the corners of his mouth snorted, and he felt as if his arm had been hit by a heavy hammer, and his bones tingled and clicked.

"Whew-"

The sand splashed, Ling Beitian's feet rubbed the ground tightly, and he kept retreating, and there were bursts of unpleasant harsh sounds.

This time, he retreated a full hundred meters before he could unload his strength, and his body was slightly arched and panting.

"Use all your strength, let Ben General see if the so-called Star Luo Spirit Body is as strong as rumored."

Joru stood with his hands in his hands, a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth.

"You're strong, but that's not enough for me to do my best."

Ling Beitian stood up straight, looked at each other, and did not fall behind.

"Yes......."

Qiao Lu raised his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth sneered: "I hope you can say that next." ”

Before he finished speaking, his whole body was like the wind, twice as fast, leaving an afterimage in place.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you won't make it!"

In the field, Ling Beitian exchanged fists for punches, not to be outdone, and shook away.

"Boom!"

Under the feet of the two of them, fine lines cracked on the ground, and dust and sand rose into the sky.

As before, Ling Beitian was once again shocked and flew out.

The corners of his mouth overflowed with a touch of red, and he stood in the distance, his clothes disheveled, and his breath fluttering.

Although he was traumatized, his eyes were bright, his posture was like iron, and he still stood upright.

"Haven't fallen yet?"

Qiao Lu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was not very good-looking.

With this punch, he used sixty percent of his strength, which was enough to instantly kill an ordinary mid-stage martial artist in the Dust Realm.

"General Qiao, you can't even beat a teenage child, right?"

Not far away, the ancestor of the Luo family sat in the golden sedan chair, watching this scene, shaking his head and sneering.

Hearing this, the nearby soldiers also laughed, and the scene became a lot more enthusiastic for a while.

Listening to everyone's laughter, Qiao Lu's face became more and more ugly, and his fists clenched violently.

He took a deep breath and rushed towards Ling Beitian.

"Come again! Ben would like to see if you can take a few punches from me! ”

Bang bang bang!

In the middle of the field, the sand and gravel were splashed everywhere and the roar continued.

The two vague figures were inseparable in the smoke, fist shadows and sword shadows flew one after another, and the aftermath continued to shake around, and the aftermath of energy surged in, destroying everything in all directions.

Fortunately, the square is quite wide, and there are no dense buildings around.

Otherwise, it's hard to say how many buildings will be destroyed by the aftermath.

Abruptly.

A black shadow flew upside down from the smoke and smashed into the corner of the square.

Everyone was frightened, and they all looked forward to it, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

"It's General Joe! He's actually hurt?! ”

"This ...... General Qiao is a peak powerhouse in the Dust Realm, how could he be injured by a young man? ”

Many of the soldiers present were surprised and surprised by what they saw.

"Xiao Cheng's sword intent?! I can't imagine that you can have such a kendo realm at such a young age, but the general will look down on you. ”

Qiao Lu's face was gloomy and ruthless, he lowered his head and glanced at his chest, and a long diagonal sword mark slashed, leaving a bloody wound the thickness of a finger, which was very dazzling.

"But don't be too happy, Ben just used seventy percent of his strength, and you..... There's no room for it now. ”

He stared at Ling Beitian deadly, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The sword intent is extremely consuming True Yuan, like that sword just now, how many times can you slash it?" ”

Ling Beitian stood with his sword in his hand, his face was slightly pale, and his expression was cold.

Indeed, he has no advantage in the competition of spiritual power, after all, Qiao Lu's realm is far beyond him.

Now that the battle has reached this point, there is not much true yuan in his body.

Compared with the lost true yuan, the recovered true yuan is basically beyond its means, and if it continues like this, it will eventually be completely exhausted.

"Boy, it's time to finish!"

Joru sneered, his hands reached out, his palms glowing with an earthy yellow sheen, and he grabbed the ground violently.

"Cloud Flipper!"

All of a sudden, there was a rumbling.

When the ground trembled, a mountain of earth hundreds of meters in size lifted out of the ground and crashed into Ling Beitian with a bang.

"The white crane is shocking!"

Ling Beitian's expression was awe-inspiring, but he didn't panic, his mouth snapped lightly, and then a sword slashed away.

I saw a hundred-meter-long sword qi swept out, like a rainbow, from top to bottom, straight across the mid-empty earth mountain.

"Boom!"

The sword qi was extremely sharp, breaking through the stone mountain in an instant, destroying the withering and decaying.

Countless rubble exploded in the air, bursting into all directions of heaven and earth, like a grand rain curtain.

"This kid still has the strength to spare?!"

Joru's face stiffened, and he was not calm at all.

"Fight!"

Before he had time to think about it, Ling Beitian had already rushed with his sword and slashed at his face, and he had no choice but to fight.

By now, both of them were about to do their best, and they were all holding on.

"Senior Brother Ling, come on!"

"Senior Brother Ling, you must defeat him!"

Looking at the young man who was constantly panting, all the disciples of the Academy Palace had worried eyes, and cold sweat broke out in their palms.

It can be said that the fate of the disciples present is almost in the hands of Ling Beitian.

They didn't dare to imagine what would happen if Ling Beitian lost.

After a stick of incense.

With a muffled sound, Ling Beitian was accidentally hit in the chin by a punch and flew upside down, blood and water spilled, like a kite with a broken string, falling to the ground.

However, Qiao Lu was not much better, his whole body was covered with sword marks, his clothes had already been dyed red, and he was half-kneeling on the ground at the moment, his breath was weak.

"Haha, after all, Lao Tzu won."

He stood up with his hands on his legs, staggered, looked effortfully at the boy lying on the ground, and laughed.

"The general is mighty!"

The remaining thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, like a torrent gushing, and the sound shook in all directions.

"Senior Brother Ling lost?"

The disciples in the encirclement trembled, their faces were terrified, and their eyes all lost color.

"Can't even he defeat this man......."

Zuo Qiu couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Zuo, what should I do now?"

Slender Jun's little face turned pale, and he subconsciously leaned over.

Zuo Qiu shook his head and said quietly: "King Yan and the palace master are not in the royal city, and now the only one who has the ability to save us is Brother Su." ”

He thought for a while, and whispered in his ear: "Now that it is about to get dark, I will find an opportunity for you to cover your escape, and you will find a way to tell Brother Su about the current situation." ”

Hearing this, Slender Jun fell silent for a while.

That's a good thing to say, but he doesn't know when Su Daochen will be able to get out.

Perhaps, by the time Su Daochen came out, they would have already been annihilated.

"Look, Senior Brother Ling stand up!"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, very excited.

The hustle and bustle came to an abrupt end.

Everyone hurriedly looked over, and saw Ling Beitian swaying up from the ground, except for the breath that was slightly vain, the whole person looked fine.

"This ..... This ......"

Joru's eyes trembled, his speech slurred, and he was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

"On this day...... It's finally dark. ”

The faint sound sounded, Ling Beitian raised his head and swept away, the distant sky was like ink, the moon was like water, and the stars were bright.

"It's not certain who wins or loses."

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, looking at the starry sky, his eyes were sharp, reflecting the stars in the sky, and shouted: "Star Luo body..... Open! ”

The voice fell.

Then he saw the soft starlight in the sky sprinkled one after another, curling like smoke, like a thin veil, very lightly wrapped around him, and then disappeared in an instant.

Soon, he could clearly feel that Ling Beitian's aura was much stronger, and everything was changing.

In just a few breaths, the previous malaise was swept away, and he became extremely strong and energetic, and the true yuan was also full, and gradually returned to his peak state.

"Now, you're going to fight me again?"

Ling Beitian's expression was cold, although he was asking, he didn't mean to ask for the other party's consent at all, and directly slashed out with a sword in the air.

The sword light was brilliant, like a star, and it was very obvious in the night.

"Ahh

Everyone only saw a flash of white light blinking, and then they heard a terrible scream.

"He cut off one of General Joe's arms!"

Someone spotted something and shouted in shock.

The others looked moved, and all of them were attentive and probing.

Sure enough.

They found that Joru's left arm was empty, with nothing, apparently severed.

"Whew!"

An afterimage faded into the night.

I don't know when, Ling Beitian had already approached Qiao Lu's side, and was holding the latter's neck with one hand and lifting it up.

"Why are you so strong all of a sudden?!"

In mid-air, Joru's feet did not touch the ground, his face was flushed, and he was about to suffocate.

He couldn't believe it in his heart, Ling Beitian suddenly seemed to be a different person, and his strength had skyrocketed by as much as fifty percent!

"Don't you want to see the power of the Star Luo Body, can you be satisfied now?"

The corner of Ling Beitian's mouth sneered, and his palm flicked with it, violently throwing it dozens of feet away.

"Poof!"

Qiao Lu's body slammed on the floor tiles, rolling more than ten times in succession, and he couldn't help coughing up a pool of reverse blood, and his breath instantly withered.

"Is this the true strength of the Star Luo Spirit Body?!"

His face was terrified, his whole body was stained with blood, and his bones were broken in more than seven or eight places, and he completely lost his ability to fight with just two blows.

Defeated, completely defeated!