Mo Wubian was about to take action to kill Zhong Zihao, who was also preparing for a fight, but he never thought that Yu Wen Leidong would suddenly ask for help.
"That's fine. Since the head of the Yuwen family is so elegant, I'll give it to you."
Mo Wubian hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed. He always felt that this kid was a bit unusual. Although his cultivation was not even at the True God level, it would be better to let Yuwen Leidong test it out first.
The leader of a force like him is a cunning and thoughtful person, otherwise he would have been eaten up to nothing in this cruel world.
In fact, Yuwen Leidong also noticed that Zhong Zihao was extraordinary, but he did not believe that this person could be as evil as Murong Wan.
The four evil spirits of heaven, earth, black and yellow fell to the side and looked at the two people on the field who were about to take action with great interest. In their hearts, they hoped that the boy could gain some energy and never be defeated by Yuwen Leidong.
Because of the previous incident of not saving anything, a rift had developed between Si Sha and Mo Wubian, and they wanted to take this opportunity to make some contributions to repair it, but Yu Wen Lei moved faster than a few others.
"Boy, show off your weapons, don't say I didn't give you a chance!"
Yuwen Leidong slowly drew out the fire-attributed ancestral sword, without even the thought of flying into the air. In his opinion, it only took one move to deal with a mere Heavenly Realm boy.
"To deal with you, I don't need any magic weapons!"
Zhong Zihao snorted softly and saw that the other party's breath was unstable. It was obvious that his condition had not fully recovered. His physical strength surged slightly, and a layer of fluorescent light invisible to the naked eye began to circulate around him.
Murong Fanchen walked around Murong Wan and looked at the two people present with worried eyes: "Wan'er, how long can he last?"
He was very aware of Yuwen Leidong's strength. Without the help of Zi Ling, even he would have difficulty supporting the ten moves. This boy was obviously here to help the Murong family, how could he not be sad.
"Old man, just watch!" Zi Ling glanced at the old guy.
How could Murong Fanchen believe it? He turned his questioning eyes to Murong Wan, who did not say anything but nodded slightly.
On this side, Yuwen Leidong had long been angered by Zhong Zihao, and his majestic power surged crazily. Immediately, a beam of fire rose up and struck forward with lightning speed. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Come on!"
"Tsk!"
This sword light carried terrifying heat, tearing the air between the two people directly, and swept over with terrifying fluctuations.
"With this little ability, you dare to covet the Sword Master's inheritance!"
Zhong Zihao secretly sneered, clenched the five fingers of his right hand, and thrust forward without any skill. The void in front of him was suddenly squeezed by a huge force, and cracks were everywhere.
"Bang!"
A strong wind swept across the place, and countless rocks instantly turned into powder and dissipated, and even the mountain peaks thousands of miles away began to shake violently.
And the sword light that made Murong Fanchen a little afraid was actually defeated by a physical fist. The problem was that the man in black robe not only did not take half a step back, he did not even shake his body.
"How is that possible!"
All the strong men in the audience looked as if they had seen a ghost. It was not like they had never seen a strong man who could defeat Yu Wen Lei Dong. They had also experienced the fighting power of a monster like Murong Wan before.
But they had never heard of such a perverted guy who could crush the light of a sword with his physical fist, not to mention that this person's cultivation level was only at the seventh step of the Heavenly Realm.
"Is he really just a strong person in the Heaven Realm?"
Everyone couldn't help but have the misconception that this guy must be a famous figure who deliberately concealed his cultivation to humiliate Yuwen Leidong.
"Stronger than me!" Murong Fanchen's turbid eyes flashed with brilliance.
"Do you want to practice physical training?"
Mo Wubian's eyes were focused, and his mind was spinning at high speed, searching for which powerful men were famous for their physical training.
"You...Thunder Sword Code!"
Yuwen Leidong was shocked and angry, but when he saw that the opponent did not stop after defeating his sword light, he actually rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, and immediately displayed his special skills.
"Crack...boom!"
In an instant, a bolt of sun-like thunder surged out from the long sword, and the sky was filled with muffled thunder, emitting a surging wave that shocked the soul.
Yuwen Leidong's face was gloomy. He was still very confident in his abilities. The reason why he lost the battle just now was because that little girl Ziling had more control over the power of thunder than he did.
Ahead, Zhong Zihao was running with a sneer on his lips. Many years ago, he dared to use the Tribulation Thunder to refine his body and increase his physical strength. The weak thunder caused by Yuwen's thunder was much inferior to the Tribulation Thunder.
"Heaven-shaking Seal!"
Almost without thinking, Zhong Zihao flipped and pressed his palm, and a terrifying giant palm that covered the sky flashed out of the air, like an ancient behemoth crushing through the void and bursting out suddenly.
"Bang...boom!"
A terrifying amount of heat surged out in all directions in a whirlpool shape, like a strong wind in space raging across the sky and earth. A thick layer of skin was blown off the ground for dozens of miles around, and there was an invisible layer in place.
A big pit at the bottom.
Yu Wen was shocked. Not only did his decisive blow fail to stop the boy's footsteps, he didn't even slow down his running speed.
In an instant, all his energy was unreserved, and vast waves poured into his arms, holding the sword in both hands.
"Thunder Sword... Bang!"
"Sword Code... Bang!"
"Bang bang bang... bang!"
The whole place was dead silent. They saw the usually majestic head of the Yuwen family being violently beaten. The two fists were like the arms of an ancient giant bear. They were faster and faster than lightning. Yuwen's thunderous movement left no room for resistance.
And with every punch, the ground within a radius of a hundred miles would tremble violently, and the hearts of all the strong men could not help but beat. Especially the people of the Yuwen family, their expressions were extremely ugly.
This group of people are all strong men with extraordinary cultivation. Have they ever seen such a rough fight? Is it still a duel at the level of the True God Realm?
"Bang!"
Another heavy punch was thrown out, and everyone saw Yu Wen Lei Dong being thrown up high, shooting into the sky like an arrow from a string, breaking a giant peak thousands of miles away.
"Boy, when my master returns to his peak, he will definitely make you worse..." From afar, another voice floated over.
"Keng!"
Immediately, everyone heard the sound of a sword resounding again, and a faint sword light tore through the sky and the earth, hitting the giant peak where Yuwen's thunder struck without any bias.
After that, there was no sound again.
"This...is it over?"
The strong men of the Murong family swallowed hard and looked at the man in black robe with a plain face in disbelief. Was he sent by God to save the Murong family?
If when Zhong Zihao first appeared, everyone was not optimistic about him, but now their thoughts are completely different.
After all, Yuwen Leidong is a genuine True God Realm powerhouse. Even if his source power has not returned to its peak, he is still not something a warrior at the Heavenly Realm level can resist.
But in the hands of the black-robed man in front of him, he was actually powerless to resist. What does this mean?