Six Lingshans stand in the six directions of Qianlong Hall, like six pillars that hold the sky, penetrate into the sky, appearing majestic and grand.

Under the night, a black treasure robe spread out flat, suspended between the six spiritual mountains, emitting wisps of black black light, hanging down, covering the entire Qianlong Hall.

In the Blood God Sect, other monks could not notice the changes in the Qianlong Hall.

"Your Highness the Son of God, this person is Liao Teng, the deputy palace master of the Luan Tiangong. Not long ago, his cultivation level had already broken through the realm of a saint in the middle realm, and he was many times stronger than that of a saint in Hongyuan."

Zhao Shiqi sent out a spiritual power and told Zhang Ruochen the other party's details.

Liao Teng's five senses were keen. He noticed the fluctuations of his mental power. He glanced at Zhao Shiqi's hiding place and snorted coldly.

"puff."

Zhao Shiqi appeared from the top of a tower, and the seven holes were bleeding, and fell to the ground with a bang along the glazed tiles. He was seriously injured and could no longer get up from the ground.

Just now, Liao Teng's cold snorting sound was filled with holy power, which was not something Zhao Shiqi could bear.

In front of the saints in the middle realm, creatures who have not entered the holy realm are indeed like ants. Liao Teng can kill quasi-saint-level creatures by just saying a word and breathing a breath.

Of course, there are exceptions.

For example, Zhang Ruochen, he sat steadily on the stone bench from beginning to end, looking calm.

Liao Teng was also secretly surprised and said, "A mere quasi-saint can actually dissolve the holy power of this saint invisible. No wonder he can kill the Holy Holy One. It is indeed a bit of skill. However, in front of this saint, you are still no different from the children who have just learned to walk."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Ruochen smiled and played with a luminous cup on the stone table with his fingers, looking indifferent.

Qing Mo stood in the dark and asked Zhang Ruochen whether to take action and took Liao Teng down.

But Zhang Ruochen told her not to take action for the time being, he would try Liao Teng's strength himself.

Not long after Liao Teng entered the realm of a saint in the middle realm, Zhang Ruochen had just passed the first quasi-saint tribulation.

Zhang Ruochen really wanted to know if with his current strength, could he fight against the Central Saint?

Liao Teng's eyes were locked on the Holy Source, and he guessed in his heart that Gu Linfeng must have more precious treasures on his body. As long as he killed him, his wealth would increase sharply.

"die."

Liao Teng's two fingers twisted into the void, which seemed extremely elegant. He used the holy energy to condense into a blood-red leaf and hit Gu Linfeng downwards.

The leaves rotate rapidly and turn into a beam of light, forming a series of explosions.

Zhang Ruochen's five fingers force, with a bang, the luminous cup shattered and turned into more than ten pieces, flying upwards like a meteor shower.

One of the fragments collided with the bloody leaves, and both of them were annihilated at the same time.

Other fragments still flew up and hit Liao Teng.

Liao Teng let out a light ejaculation. He thought that a leaf was enough to kill Gu Linfeng, but now it seems that he still underestimated him.

Liao Teng spread his right palm and slapped down to smash all the fragments of the luminous cup.

The palm prints became increasingly huge, turning hundreds of meters long, and printed downwards. Each palm print could be clearly seen, as if it was to slap the entire Qianlong Hall into flat ground.

Zhang Ruochen flew up from the ground, raised his left arm and pressed it up, and a blood-red dragon shadow emerged from his arm, making a dragon roar.

The two palm forces collided and a brief stalemate.

Zhang Ruochen felt a wave of overwhelming force coming from his left arm, which seemed to be pressing against his body, forcing him to fall downwards.

Liao Teng snorted coldly: "Is he actually trying to fight against this saint? Are he looking for death?"

Zhang Ruochen mobilized the holy energy and injected it into the Qikill boxing gloves, stimulating the destructive power of the Thousand Patterns, and at the same time stimulating the power of the body. One hundred and thirty-two acupoints in the body burst out bright light at the same time, intertwining it into a mysterious star map.

Zhang Ruochen's palm power increased greatly, and he suddenly exploded, tearing apart the hundreds of meters long large handprints, and attacked against Liao Teng.

Although Liao Teng felt surprised, his attack was not slow. His true body rushed forward and ran into Zhang Ruochen head-on.

Even though Zhang Ruochen used the Thousand-patterned Destruction Power, he did not block it. He flew out and hit the stone wall of a Lingshan Mountain.

The geological structure of Lingshan is quite stable, and it is far away from ordinary mountains. Therefore, it has only collapsed a small area and did not collapse after such a degree of impact.

"Come again."

Zhang Ruochen was not injured, rushed out of the mountain, and shot dozens of handprints in a row, attacking Liao Teng.

"Bang bang."

Two figures collided quickly, and a series of loud noises appeared.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen failed to block Liao Teng's attack and fell from mid-air, stepped on the ground, stomped the jade-paved courtyard, and half of his body fell into the ground.

The courtyard was full of cracks, and even the defensive formations on the ground were broken.

Although Gu Linfeng was defeated, Ji Shui was still shocked, "This kid is too powerful! He has just survived the first quasi-saint tribulation and can actually fight with the saints in the middle realm."

Of course, no matter how powerful it is, it is still a huge gap with the saints in the middle realm and will die tonight.

Liao Tengfei fell down and stood several feet above the ground, like a holy spirit. He looked down at the people below and said meaningfully: "No wonder the Holy One of Hongyuan died in your hands. It turns out that you have cultivated your body to such an extent. Even if this Saint wants to kill you, it will take some effort to do it."

Zhang Ruochen used holy energy to wrap his whole body, flew up, landed on the ground, bounced the dust on his sleeve, and said, "The saint of the Middle Realm who just broke through is actually so powerful. It seems that he can't compete without using his real strength."

"What are you talking about? Haven't you used all your strength yet?"

Liao Teng didn't believe that Gu Linfeng had more powerful means at all, and only thought that he was bluffing.

Zhang Ruochen's fingers were about to slash the space ring, and the ancient sword of Chenyuan immediately appeared in his hand. In an instant, his temperament changed and became extremely sharp.

"Wow!"

The sword light flashed, and a sword move of the holy art level slashed over, so fast that it was like lightning. It swept across Liao Teng's neck and slashed a strand of head.

Liao Teng was a little scared. He didn't expect that Gu Linfeng was actually a master of swordsmanship. If he had reacted half a beat slower, he might not have been injured.

Zhang Ruochen used the Zhenyi Thunder and Fire Sword Technique, and the holy energy and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth automatically condensed into thunder and lightning, which merged with the sword move.

Liao Teng did not recognize the ancient sword of Chenyuan, but could feel that the sword was quite dangerous. Therefore, he did not dare to use his palm to touch it, and could only dodge it continuously.

After dodging dozens of swords in a row, Liao Teng felt frustrated. As a saint in the middle realm, he actually wanted to avoid the attack of a quasi-saint. What kind of system does it have to dodge?

"Blood Tribulation Finger."

Liao Teng stretched out a middle finger, and a metallic light appeared, hitting the side of the ancient sword of Chenyuan, shaking Zhang Ruochen to throw it out.

Immediately afterwards, Liao Teng fully mobilized the holy energy in his body, condensed a vast cloud of blood, shaking the six spiritual mountains.

At this moment, Liao Teng's strength has been rising steadily, reaching an astonishing height.

"Gu Linfeng, you can force this saint to use all your strength. Even if you get out of the underworld, you will be proud."

Liao Teng's arms rotated, causing the blood cloud to churn violently, and the two holy powers twisted together, turning into a half-fifth and half-fifth spear, hitting Zhang Ruochen's heart.

The full-strength attack of the saint in the middle realm is definitely extraordinary.

Zhang Ruochen did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and also used all his strength. He first activated the Ten Saint Blood Armor and wrapped his whole body. In the ten directions of his body, he condensed into ten holy shadows.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen injected the holy energy into the ancient sword of Shenyuan, stirring out three thousand inscriptions, and the majestic sword energy enveloped all six spiritual mountains.

Zhang Ruochen swung his sword and slashed it, with the terrifying power of creating the world. He tore the half-empty and half-full spear and landed on Liao Teng's head.

"Puff."

Liao Teng failed to block the sword. A three-foot-long terrifying bloody mouth appeared from his right shoulder to his abdomen. A row of ribs was cut off and almost divided into two halves.

Liao Teng screamed in his mouth, flew towards the ground quickly, took out a bottle of holy blood, and poured it into his mouth.

Drinking the holy blood, the sword wound on the chest healed with a visible degree of naked eyes.

"You are not Gu Linfeng, who are you?"

Liao Teng was extremely angry. He had never suffered such a big loss and almost died. Now he thought about it and was a little scared.

Ji Shui was also shocked. Gu Linfeng's sword just now was extremely terrifying, as if it could separate the sky and the earth. Fortunately, there was a mysterious force in Qianlong Palace protecting it, blocking the sword energy, so it was not damaged.

"Wait, that sword..."

Ji Shui recognized the sword in Gu Linfeng's hand, which was so familiar that a handsome figure appeared in her mind.

Not long ago, in Yingsha City, Qinglongxu Realm, Ji Shui and the human monks had already fought to the point of losing their power, thinking that they would definitely die.

The appearance of that man changed the entire battle situation with his own strength, saved the human elite in a city, and fought with more than ten beast kings, just like a god of war. At that time, even Ji Shui's cold heart was almost beating, and a hint of admiration and admiration were thriving.

However, Ji Shui knew very well that the man was a young emperor and was destined to become a legend of the human race, and she could not have access to it.

After all, Ji Shui is also a woman. When she meets a peerless hero like Zhang Ruochen, the successor of time and space, how could she not feel admiration?

How could the sword of Zhang Ruochen, the successor of time and space, appear in Gu Linfeng's hands?

The more Ji Shui looked at it, the more strange he felt, because Gu Linfeng was so similar to the man she admired at the time. He was not like him, but the temperament of his body, sharp, proud, and escaped from the mortal world, just like a peerless sword saint.

"Is it... unlikely!"

A bold guess appeared in Ji Shui's heart, but she was a little unbelievable.

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