Ling Tian Sword Emperor

"Boom!"

The roar suddenly exploded, and along with a violent turmoil, powerful energy ripples spread like a frenzy, causing an ancient forest around them to fall one after another.

Lin Che's figure swayed slightly, and was knocked back a few steps by Wu Qingfeng's sword power again. She felt a strong numbness from the palm of her hand that was holding the soldier tightly.

"This guy's strength should not be underestimated..."

In two head-to-head confrontations with the opponent, Lin Che fell into a disadvantage and could not help but frown secretly.

Of course, this is also expected. After all, monks who can reach the peak level of Zifu have at least mastered the power of more than four thousand rules. Now, Lin Che, who is at the sixth level of Zifu, has mastered one of the rules. The strength is only two thousand six hundred and seventeen.

The power of rules significantly increases the power that monks can unleash.

In a pure strength competition, under the premise of such a huge difference in the amount of power of rules, Wu Qingfeng did not directly crush Lin Che. This is already a quite surprising result. It has a lot to do with the degree of condensation of the true energy in Lin Che's body. relation.

"After all, is it possible that your son only has this ability? He looks like he is no match for me, so he is definitely going to lose today...ah hahaha."

The drunk Taoist stared at the battlefield below. After seeing the situation on the field at this moment, he showed a very proud look. He grabbed the wine gourd and took a big sip of wine. Then he turned his gaze to the vast world, trying to look at the opponent's face. On the screen, I saw the changes in expressions of anxiety and panic.

However, Cang Wanhe's expression remained very calm from beginning to end.

He ignored the drunk Taoist, his eyes were also fixed on the battlefield below. There was even a trace of expectation in his eyes unconsciously, and he didn't know what he was looking forward to?

"Chichi——"

On the battlefield below, Wu Qingfeng continued to display the sword moves contained in the "Drunken Immortal Sword Technique". The sword light he swung out brought out a fierce and unparalleled energy, causing circles of circles to appear in the void. The ripples look extremely colorful.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and its power is terrifying.

Lin Che, on the other hand, has been in a defensive position so far. If this continues, the advantage Wu Qingfeng can gain will obviously become bigger and bigger, and it may not be long before the victory is completely established.

"I have only exerted about 60% of my strength, and I have already forced you to this point. Young Master of Tianlang Demon Hall, you seem to be... weaker than I thought. I am really disappointed~~~"

While Wu Qingfeng launched a series of attacks on Lin Che, he still had time to taunt her. His tone was full of teasing. It was obvious that after this fight, he no longer cared about his opponent.

You know, Wu Qingfeng is a very cautious person. When he set foot on the land of Longting Territory this time, he also made a special study of Cangyu, his opponent. According to the information he got, Cangyu does seem to have some powerful skills. s method.

But when it came to the actual fight, Wu Qingfeng realized that he had overestimated his opponent. So far, Cangyu had not even used a decent martial arts skill.

Hearing Wu Qingfeng's ridicule, Lin Che's eyebrows flashed with a trace of depression.

Of course it's not that he doesn't want to use his trump card.

Cang Wanhe was standing there. As Cangyu's father, could he not understand the methods that Cangyu had? Once Lin Che exposed too many things, he might immediately arouse his suspicion.

Sword skills, palm skills, mental power... and all the trump cards that Lin Che had mastered could not be used at will at this moment. How could he not be suppressed by Wu Qingfeng?

"It seems that we have to find a way to avoid his sight."

"Uh-huh."

At the same time that this thought came to her mind, Lin Che once again resisted a sword strike struck by Wu Qingfeng. With the help of this force, her entire body flew backwards and retreated away from the range covered by the battle circle. Then, he fiercely

He raised his true energy and galloped towards the outside world.

"Huh? Want to escape?"

Sensing Lin Che's actions, Wu Qingfeng raised a playful smile on his lips, and then he stamped his feet on the ground, and his figure suddenly seemed to transform into a wind eagle, and he quickly chased in the direction Lin Che left.

"You are not strong enough, and you actually chose to run away. Hahaha, you are a hero in this world. How can you raise a son who is so miserable? It's so shameful. I feel ashamed for you."

Seeing this scene in front of him, the drunk Taoist couldn't help laughing out loud. At the same time, he moved his steps sideways, and the aura released from his body was directly blocked in front of Cang Wanhe.

From Zui Taoist's point of view, his disciple has now achieved absolute victory. As long as he blocks Cang Wanhe's progress and does not give Cang Wanhe a chance to rescue him, Cangyu will surely die in front of his disciple.

Under the sword.

Zui Taoist really wants to see how desperate and sad his disciple Wu Qingfeng will be when he returns carrying Cang Yu's severed head soon?

But what still makes Zui Taoist unexpected is that even at this juncture, Cang Wanhe can still hold his breath. It seems that he has no intention of rescuing Cang Yu. He just stands quietly and looks at Zui.

There is a hint of unexplainable meaning in the captivating gaze.

…

"Uh-huh."

"Uh-huh."

Two figures, one behind the other, flew quickly through the ancient forest. Not long after, they had left a certain distance from the original area.

"Cangyu, where are you going to run away to? I advise you to stop obediently and stop struggling pointlessly. Maybe I can make your death less painful." Wu Qingfeng's sarcastic voice continued after Lin Che.

came from behind, his tone full of contempt.

"Run away? You think highly of yourself, do you really think... you can defeat me?"

After Lin Che felt that this area was enough to avoid the sight of Cang Wanhe and Zui Taoist, the flying figure immediately landed, then turned around and looked at Wu Qingfeng, who was pursuing closely.

"You really stop?"

There was a hint of surprise in Wu Qingfeng's eyes, but then he laughed ferociously and said: "It seems that you also know that no matter where you run, you will inevitably die today. If this is the case, then... just die."

As soon as the voice fell, the real power in Wu Qingfeng's body suddenly exploded. Immediately, the battle sword in his hand slashed out a powerful sword beam and struck down on Lin Che's head.

"Keng."

As Wu Qingfeng's offensive came, Lin Che squinted at the opponent. For some reason, his whole body was filled with a strong sense of self-confidence. He directly abandoned the soldier in his hand and inserted the Fangtian painted halberd on the ground.

He raised his hand and struck forward with a palm.

After unleashing the power of the third palm of the "Burning Heaven Creation Palm", Lin Che instantly condensed a huge flaming palm print in front of her body, like a heavy mountain peak, facing Wu Qingfeng's sword power.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar echoed out, and Wu Qingfeng's sword attack was instantly shattered by Lin Che's palm force, and the entire space seemed to tremble violently.

"Whoosh."

Wu Qingfeng's figure was actually blown away, and he fell back ten feet in embarrassment before barely regaining his balance.

"That's wrong!" Wu Qingfeng's eyes suddenly shrank, and he noticed something strange, and said with disbelief: "What kind of palm technique is this? Why did your strength suddenly increase so much... Could it be that you have been doing this before?

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