As soon as these words came out, not only the disciples of the Jade Void Palace made an uproar, but even the disciples of the Ice Cicada Hall in the distance were the same, many disciples wanted to prove their strength today.

Cheng Tianming looked at Shen Hao and said, "Shen Xiaoyou, it seems that this battle can only rely on you, although I don't know why the Ice Cicada Hall suddenly changed the way of fighting, but I guess the other party must be sure, so you have to be careful." ”

Shen Hao nodded, and just wanted to speak, but suddenly noticed a familiar aura,

Not only him, but even Mu Xi, Wen Ya and Gu Zixu were the same, and at the same time looked in the direction of the Ice Cicada Palace.

I saw a sturdy man in a white robe, holding an iron rod, walking out of the crowd and looking at a group of disciples in the Jade Void Palace with a sneer.

Shen Hao's eyes narrowed, and a killing intent poured out of his body, and then he turned his head to Cheng Tianming and said, "Don't worry, I must win this battle." ”

After saying this, Shen Hao took out the Flying Frost Sword behind his back, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked step by step to the position between the two forces.

Within a radius of a kilometer, it is a place of competition.

"Zhang Qingfeng, it's really a narrow road, it seems that this battle will not only divide a superior, but also decide a life and death." Shen Hao said coldly.

"Interesting, I actually ran into you again, so it's okay, killing all of you and refining the dragon blood in your body will definitely make my cultivation go to the next level." Zhang Qingfeng licked his lips and said.

Shen Hao snorted coldly, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed rapidly, pouring into the Flying Frost Sword, and a sword roar resounded through the sky.

Zhang Qingfeng stared at Shen Hao with burning eyes, and without giving him time to gather his momentum, he attacked directly.

He held the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod in both hands, his five fingers were tightly clasped, his steps were steady, and the iron rod was urged by his True Qi to condense a huge stick shadow.

The shadow of the stick is four meters high, soaring into the sky.

Shen Hao's face changed slightly, Zhang Qingfeng's cultivation had actually improved again, and it seemed that he was not far from Dong Kongming.

He didn't allow him to think too much, so he immediately cast a Xuanji step, took a step sideways to the left, and dodged Zhang Qingfeng's thunderous blow.

Zhang Qingfeng's stick technique was extremely exquisite, and he actually chased Shen Hao, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and swept over again.

"His stick technique has actually reached the high level of the stick walking with his heart, could it be that in the drop of dragon blood he obtained, there is also the inheritance of the Qinglian Venerable?"

Shen Hao didn't want to expose his full strength for the time being, so he suppressed his cultivation in the late stage of the Destiny Land Realm, and tentatively slashed out a sword.

"Bang!"

Shen Hao only felt a huge force coming from the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod, which shook his arm numb, and his body flew backwards.

Zhang Qingfeng also retreated backwards, retreating nine steps in a row before he stood firm.

"When did the Ice Cicada Hall have such a young powerhouse, the strength and cultivation he burst out were already extremely close to the Cave Void Ming, and it could be said that half of his feet had stepped into the realm of the Cave Void Clear."

Cheng Tianyun's expression was a little solemn, although Shen Hao's cultivation had also broken through and reached the level of the fourth order of the world, but against this kind of half-step cave Kongming level powerhouse, it was estimated that it was still very suspenseful.

The fluctuations in the cultivation of Shen Hao and the others were naturally clear in the eyes of the martial arts powerhouses, but they didn't know that Shen Hao and the others were cultivators.

Martial artists major in the sea of qi, and cultivators major in dantian.

Martial arts pay attention to opening up the sea of qi in the center of the eyebrows, while cultivators open up the land of life in the dantian, and the paths of the two are diametrically opposed.

However, the fluctuations in cultivation that broke out were still the same, as long as they didn't probe Shen Hao's body, ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell that they weren't martial artists.

Mu Xi's expression was a little nervous, and he still couldn't understand that their cultivation had improved very quickly, why did Zhang Qingfeng's cultivation improve faster than them?

It's like his time is a lot more than Shen Hao's, which is a bit outrageous.

The disciples of the Ice Cicada Hall were also at a loss, in fact, Zhang Qingfeng had just joined the Ice Cicada Hall not long ago, and it seemed that he had some background.

Usually he is very cold and arrogant, and he doesn't talk to these disciples, so everyone doesn't know his strength.

Looking at it today, this is clearly a young and strong man, and his strength is directly chasing those young disciples who have been trained in Xuanyuan Ancient City.

"It's really good, I can actually block my current stick, if you don't improve, then next, you can almost die!"

Zhang Qingfeng sneered, dancing with his hands, like a windmill spinning, forming a huge vortex with a diameter of ten meters, setting off a fierce stick wind, with his body as the center, showing countless stick shadows.

The stick shadows condensed together, forming a dazzling red light that smashed into Shen Hao's head.

Whether it is speed or strength, this stick is more than three times stronger than the previous one, obviously Zhang Qingfeng decided not to test anymore and used all his strength.

If Shen Hao really only had the strength of the late stage of the Earth Realm, if he was hit by this stick, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Shen Hao didn't intend to compete with the other party's strength, so he used Xuanji Step, bursting out with an extreme speed of fifty-three meters per second, and his body quickly retreated backwards, narrowly avoiding this stick.

"Boom!"

The iron rod of Tungsten Star smashed the ground into a huge crater several meters deep, and the rubble exploded in all directions like a bullet out of the chamber.

Zhang Qingfeng didn't succeed in one blow, so he stood in place and sneered: "I know that you have been hiding your strength, but do you think that with the strength of the fourth order of the world, you can beat me in half a step Dong Kongming?" ”

Shen Hao turned his wrist, his fighting spirit was high, and said, "If I had cultivation like you, I would have won a long time ago, and I would still be forcing Lai Lai here?" ”

"Hmph, sharp teeth." Zhang Qingfeng stepped on the soles of his feet, his body shot out, and his arms kept waving in mid-air, showing dozens of stick shadows.

Shen Hao stepped on Xuanjibu, and his comprehension of this magical footwork became more and more profound, and each stick was about to hit him at the moment when he brushed his body and dodged.

"I'll see how long you can hide!" The true qi in Zhang Qingfeng's body gushed out wildly, causing a layer of white frost to form on the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod, and with a twist of the move, the iron rod was like a sharp sword, stabbing towards Shen Hao's throat.

The speed of this stick was extremely fast, like a black lightning, and Zhang Qingfeng reached the state of unity of man and stick at this moment.

Although he didn't touch the higher artistic conception of the stick, he broke through himself at this moment.

"Not good!" The faces of Mu Xi and the others who were watching the battle from a distance changed, and this stick was as fast as lightning in their eyes, and they could hardly catch the traces of the iron rod's advance.

Not only those disciples who were watching the battle, but even Cheng Tianming and Huang Tianlong were slightly startled, Zhang Qingfeng's stick was enough to kill the weaker Dongkong Ming early stage powerhouse.

Just when Zhang Qingfeng pushed a stick to three inches in front of Shen Hao's Adam's apple, suddenly, Shen Hao's body twisted strangely for a moment, moving half a foot sideways to the left, and the iron rod grazed his neck, bringing up a string of blood beads.

"Not good!" Zhang Qingfeng's expression changed greatly, and he was about to change his moves, but Shen Hao's Flying Frost Sword stabbed over first, heading straight for his chest.