The flying car instantly accelerated to more than five times the speed of sound, making Lian Xiang's back tightly attached to the car.

A few minutes later, the flying car landed on the top of Mopan Mountain, dozens of miles outside Panlong City.

Mopan Mountain is 782 meters on the mountain, legend has it that the mountain is more than 1,000 meters high at the beginning, but hundreds of years ago it was cut off by a sword of a master who entered the fairy road, and the mountain body of more than 400 meters was cut off at once, not only the mountain body is shorter, but also the top of the mountain also formed a flat top of the millstone type, which is estimated to be called by later generations - Mopan Mountain.

Lian Xiang, as a native of Panlong City, was no stranger to Mopan Mountain, he looked at the top of the mountain and said, "Yes, this place is very suitable for the two of us to gamble." ”

Zhang Heng passed by this Mopan Mountain when he came to Panlong City, and when he even wanted to change places to gamble on the war, he suddenly thought of this place. Zhang Heng's idea was to break Lian Xiang's legs for a while, and then let him climb back to Panlong City. A good humiliation of Lian Xiang turned it over, so that Lian Xiang couldn't raise his head in front of Ji Lingruo.

Zhang Heng and Lian Xiang stood on the top of Mopan Mountain, the breeze gently caressed, and the corners of their clothes danced with the wind.

Zhang Heng was choked by Lian Xiang before, but when it came to the real battle, he was not impatient at all, looking at Lian Xiang, he didn't seem to have the intention of making the first move.

"You're a guest, I'll let you do it first!" Lian thought.

Zhang Heng looked at Lian Xiang and said, "I'm very strange, you only have an innate third-order cultivation, and you have so much confidence in the face of me, can't you see it? My cultivation is several levels higher than yours." Could it be that you are used to sitting in a well and watching the sky in this small place of Panlong City?"

Lian Xiang had already seen that this Zhang Heng was extraordinary, and it was conservatively estimated that Zhang Heng's cultivation was also at the level of the innate seventh order. Looking at the age, this Zhang Heng is only two or three years older than Lian Xiang! An innate seventh order at this age, if it is placed in Panlong City, it is definitely a leapfrog genius!

But he was not even afraid, he said: "Today I will teach you a lesson, don't be deceived by its appearance in everything, otherwise you will suffer a big loss!"

Saying that, Lian Xiangdao launched an attack on Zhang Heng first, and he wanted to try how powerful the Innate Seventh Order was.

Lian Xiangqi's legs were far away, and his body gently floated out with the breeze around him, and went straight to Zhang Heng on the opposite side.

"Heaven-level mid-level martial arts, flickering fists!" Lian Xiang floated in front of Zhang Heng and punched out, this is the highest level martial art that Lian Xiang has mastered now.

One after another fists hit Zhang Heng!

Zhang Heng saw the heaven-level mid-level martial arts used by Lian Xiang, and the corners of his mouth showed a trace of contempt, only to see that his original movement shook slightly, and those "fists" that were close to him shattered to the ground.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

Heaven-level martial arts, Zhang Heng broke him with just a slight shock!

If it was someone else, when he encountered such a thing, he would tremble with fright, but Lian Xiang's eyes showed a glow of excitement, but Zhang Heng didn't find the excited light in Lian Xiang's eyes.

Zhang Hengdao: "The Heaven-level mid-level martial art just now seems to be your strongest martial art! If you admit defeat now, I will only break one of your legs and leave you with one leg so that you can jump back to Panlong City." ”

"The battle has just begun, you just let me admit defeat, it's too early! Although my martial arts skills can't help you, but you are so confident that you can beat me?" Lian thought.

"Hmph, one move!" Zhang Heng shook his fingers when he stretched out his right hand, and said, "One move, I can solve you with just one move!"

"Really, one trick to solve me?" Lian Xiang laughed, "Do you dare to make another bet with me?"

"What bet?" Zhang Heng said.

Lian thought and said, "If you can't defeat me with one move, then you will lose me an earth coin!"

"What are you kidding, Young Master Ben doesn't have such a small amount of change on him!" Zhang Heng said.

"Huh...... Don't worry!" Lian Xiang said again: "If you can't defeat me with two moves, then lose me two earth coins! If you can't win me with three moves, then lose me four earth coins! If you lose eight earth coins in four moves, sixteen in five moves, thirty-two in six moves, and so on, with each more move, you will double it! How do you dare to bet?"

"Do you think you can take my move?" Zhang Heng said.

"Do you dare or not?" asked Lian Xiang again.

"Why don't you dare!" Zhang Heng said confidently, "If I solve you with one move, not only will you disappear permanently in front of Lingruo, but whenever you see me in the future, you will have to crawl in front of me and learn to bark three times for me." ”

"Hehe, no, as long as you can beat me, I will disappear in front of Lingruo forever, and when I see you in the future, I will crawl on the ground and learn to bark three times. Lian thought.

"Heh, I can't wait to see you learn to bark!"

Zhang Heng's right arm hung down lightly, his thumb, little finger and ring finger were close together, and his time and middle fingers stretched out, "Suffer death! ”

Zhang Heng's time finger and middle finger suddenly gave birth to a "sword qi" formed by the innate true qi, the sword qi was nearly seven feet long, obliquely down and up, and Lian Xiang's chest was a sword, wanting to divide Lian Xiang into two.

Martial arts are divided into four levels: mortal level, earth level, heaven level, and holy level.

The Holy Rank is the highest level of martial arts, a whole level higher than the Heaven-level Martial Technique used by Lian Xiang, not the First Order, and its power is many times greater than that of the Heaven-level Martial Arts.

Although Zhang Heng's move is not an absolute killing move, the "sword qi" formed by the innate true qi is extremely sharp, and he even thinks that if he is killed, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

Zhang Heng's "sword qi" has become substantial, Lian Xiang's "Flashing Fist" is not a level at all compared to it, Lian Xiang is just a fist, and Zhang Heng's "sword qi" is already a real existence, and the sword qi of the saint-level martial arts is already the same as the real sword, and it is sharper than the real sword.

Zhang Heng's move did not hurt the killer, his purpose was to force Lian Xiang back, let Lian Xiang realize the strength of his innate seventh order, and let Lian Xiang automatically admit defeat.

However, Lian Xiang was not frightened away by the saint-level martial arts without Zhang Heng!

Lian Xiang clenched his fists, crossed his arms and chested to block his vital points, and used his body to resist the killing move of the saint-level martial art "Sword Qi Vertical" "One Sword and Two Breaks".

Phew!

Zhang Heng slashed from Lian Xiang's right rib from the sword qi to his left shoulder! Lian Xiang's clothes were suddenly cut out of a long gap.

Zhang Heng won a sword, stood with his hands tied, and praised Lian Xiang: "You are very brave, with your innate third-order cultivation, you dare to take my sword! It's a pity that you lost!"

Lian Xiang maintained the posture that had just greeted him, his eyes were glazed! Lian Xiang was not injured by Zhang Heng, but the innate true qi that poured into his body was shocked. Before Zhang Heng's development, Lian Xiang was crazy to operate the "refining and refining qi vein" and "spirit fetus breathing vein", when Zhang Heng's sword cut through his clothes and touched his skin, the two "anti-heaven divine veins" ran wildly, instantly refining and decomposing the innate sword qi that was cut on Lian Xiang's body into innate true qi and inhaling it into his body, and finally transforming it into his own innate true qi for his use.

Zhang Heng is very satisfied with this sword of his own, accurate enough, fast enough, and the fast blood has not flowed down until now!

Hiss......

Lian Xiang's left and right hands crossed on his chest grabbed the clothes that were torn by Zhang Heng and pulled them hard, tearing off all the shirts, revealing the angular muscles inside, and they were intact muscles.

Zhang Heng saw Lian Xiang's intact chest, and was shocked in his heart, "How is it possible, my sword qi didn't even slash him!"

Lian Xiang looked down at his chest, then slowly raised his head, and squeezed out a few words from the corner of his mouth with a cruel smile, "One move! You already owe me an earth coin." ”