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Before Zhao Tiangong came back to his senses, that powerful force had already shocked him back again and again.

When Zhao Tiangong stabilized his figure, he realized that his palm had been slightly torn, and a piercing pain continued to come from the wound on the palm.

"Zhao... Zhao Tiangong seems to be injured!"

"Look, Zhao Tiangong's palm was hit by Mr. Lin and has wounds!"

"Lin... Mr. Lin's strength is too terrifying. He even injured Zhao Tiangong with one punch."

The crowd stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at Lin Feng on the ring.

The crowd never expected that Lin Feng, relying on his cultivation of the first level of the Dao God Realm, injured Zhao Tiangong, who was at the second level of the Heavenly Realm, with one punch.

Is this the evildoer who is number one on the Heavenly Dao Gold List? !

"Lin Feng, it seems that I underestimated your strength." At this moment, Zhao Tiangong suddenly said, "Next, I will be serious."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Tiangong stepped forward and threw his fist at Lin Feng.

chi chi!

The avenues between heaven and earth converge rapidly.

The violent energy condensed on Zhao Tiangong's fist instantly.

Before Lin Feng could move his figure, Zhao Tiangong's fist had already landed.

Boom!

The sound of steel colliding suddenly resounded.

Billows of smoke and dust surged up, completely covering the entire arena in an instant.

However, when the smoke gradually dispersed, the crowd realized that Zhao Tiangong's fist was randomly held by Lin Feng's big hand.

"This...how is this possible?!" Zhao Tiangong's pupils jumped, and his eyes were full of shock.

Although he didn't use all his strength just now, even a half-step heaven-reaching warrior couldn't receive his punch.

But Lin Feng blocked his attack with his palm calmly. What kind of monster is this? !

"Lin Feng, you have some tricks." Zhao Tiangong frowned slightly, raised his kick, and kicked Lin Feng's head directly.

boom!

The void is instantly annihilated.

Lin Feng's figure also twisted rapidly.

When everything returned to calm, Lin Feng had already disappeared in place.

Only Zhao Tiangong, whose fist was pinched by Lin Feng, was still standing there.

quiet!

There was a dead silence all around.

The crowd stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at everything that happened on the ring.

The crowd never expected that Zhao Tiangong, who was at the second level of the Tongtian Realm, would always be at a disadvantage in front of Lin Feng, who was at the first level of the Taoist Realm.

This completely exceeded the expectations of the crowd.

boom!

At this time, a deafening explosion suddenly resounded.

Zhao Tiangong swung his fist violently, and smashed it down towards the void beside him.

The powerful force tore apart the entire void in an instant, and Lin Feng also appeared in the sight of the crowd again.

However, before Zhao Tiangong could think about it, Lin Feng's fist had already landed on him.

hum!

The invisible stellar energy centered on Lin Feng's fist, and the humming spread.

Zhao Tiangong flew upside down and fell onto the ring in a state of embarrassment.

"Zhao Tiangong, what are you doing? Can you do it?" At this time, Gu Yuanzhou suddenly said, "If you can't do it, get out of the way and let me compete with Lin Feng."

"I was just careless just now." Zhao Tiangong gave Gu Yuanzhou a hard look, and then turned his hand and took out a long stick.

This long stick looks completely black, without any special features.

But a series of powerful auras continuously emanated from this long black stick.

If you feel it carefully, you can find that the long stick in Zhao Tiangong's hand is exactly an eighth-order world magic weapon!

"Lin Feng, what I have in my hand is the Black Cloud Stick, you have to be careful when you take out this stick." Zhao Tiangong reminded carefully, then swung the long stick in his hand and slammed it at Lin Feng.

chi chi!

A series of destructive forces continuously erupted from the black cloud stick in Zhao Tiangong's hand.

Even the entire void began to tear apart rapidly with the black cloud rolled in Zhao Tiangong's hand as the center.

Facing Zhao Tiangong's powerful attack, Lin Feng naturally no longer held back, and directly mobilized the power of the world to collide head-on with Zhao Tiangong.

Boom!

The power of the world suddenly exploded.

The huge dao body phantom followed Lin Feng, and punched Zhao Tiangong's falling black cloud stick.

When the two forces collided head-on, the whole earth trembled violently.

The crowd frowned even more, retreating one after another, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

However, Zhao Tiangong's big hand holding the black cloud stick soon began to tremble violently.

After persisting for a while, Zhao Tiangong's throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was spit out directly, and the whole person flew upside down and fell to the ground fiercely.

Lin Feng, on the other hand, still stood there expressionless.

"Zhao...Zhao Tiangong was injured by Mr. Lin again?!"

"This...how is this possible?! Zhao Tiangong was injured by Mr. Lin again!"

"Mr. Lin's talent and strength are truly terrifying. Even Zhao Tiangong is no match for Mr. Lin!"

The throats of the crowd squirmed, and they swallowed hard.

They never expected that Zhao Tiangong, who was at the second level of the Dao God Realm, would be beaten so helplessly by Lin Feng!

However, Zhao Tiangong was even more shocked.

Because Zhao Tiangong discovered that his black cloud stick was slightly distorted by Lin Feng!

You know, that black cloud stick is an eighth-level Taoist weapon.

Moreover, this Taoist weapon has been warmed up countless times by Zhao Tiangong, and the power contained in it is incomparable to even a ninth-level world divine weapon.

But even so, his black cloud stick was still slightly deformed by Lin Feng.

What kind of terrifying power is this? !

"It seems that even if I use all my strength, I may not be Lin Feng's opponent." Zhao Tiangong muttered to himself, and the idea of ​​a truce had already sprouted in his heart.

With the strength shown by Lin Feng, even if he continues to fight Lin Feng, he may not be able to defeat Lin Feng.

He might even lose to Lin Feng in front of everyone.

Instead of this, it would be better to stop the war directly.

However, before Zhao Tiangong could think about it, Gu Yuanzhou's voice suddenly rang out: "Zhao Tiangong, are you up to it? If you can't, then replace me!"

"Okay, okay, you can do it." Zhao Tiangong hurriedly blocked the twisted part of the black cloud stick, and said with a smirk: "I am also tired, and I will leave the rest to you."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Tiangong put away the black cloud stick and retreated to the edge of the ring.

"Zhao Tiangong, it seems that I overestimated you just now. You are really useless. You can't even beat a warrior in the Dao God Realm." Gu Yuanzhou curled his lips, then walked straight to the center of the ring, and said loudly: " Lin Feng, let me fight with you next."

"Of course, I won't take advantage of you."

"You fought Zhao Tiangong just now and consumed a lot of strength. I will give you some time to recover and fight you again."

"No need." Lin Feng waved his hand, and said calmly, "I didn't consume much power in that battle just now."

"Let's compete directly."

Gu Yuanzhou: "..."

Zhao Tiangong: "..."