Chapter seven hundred and forty sixth not listed here
Because Zhong Zihao's sword that killed Zhan Ziping just now was clean and neat, and the strength he showed was much higher than that in Dongling Wasteland, so when he saw the sword light breaking through the air attack, Ling Tianrui no longer careless.
The majestic fluctuations rose from his body. As the true energy surged wildly, the silver spear light was erratic. The disciples far away in the field could feel a suffocating pressure pressing on their bodies.
"Bang!"
The light of the spear and the light of the sword touched each other, and after a loud bang, they both collapsed and turned into the energy of heaven and earth floating between the heaven and the earth, leaving only a huge crater with a radius of several feet in place, showing the extraordinary power of this collision.
Ling Tianrui is indeed an elite disciple who has entered the late stage of the Saint Realm. He is calm, calm and outstanding.
Zhong Zihao took seven or eight steps back before he could stand still. However, instead of feeling lost, his eyes actually burst out with a fiercer fighting spirit.
Compared to the time when the two of them fought in Dongling Wasteland more than a month ago, he was no longer on the verge of collapse. At least he was qualified to fight against Ling Tianrui.
"good!"
Zhong Zihao roared loudly and launched the same strike as before, which was the improved "God-Slaying" sword move.
"Keng!"
A clear sound of swords resounded throughout the world, and everyone seemed to see a faint starlight appear, and an invisible wave of terror filled the entire place.
"Xuanguang Ghost Spear!"
As Ling Tianrui shouted loudly, he danced the sub-artifact spear into thousands of spear shadows, as if a dark wind was coming, and bursts of shrill sounds came from it, which made people's scalp numb.
After being tested by the previous attack, Ling Tianrui was much more cautious. He had no reservations about this attack and was ready to take down Zhong Zihao as soon as possible.
"Boom!"
The void fluctuated violently, and a heat wave reached the center of the explosion and spread out in all directions. The onlookers who were dozens of feet away could still feel the fierce power of the impact.
But this time, Zhong Zihao only took five or six steps back before standing still. Ling Tianrui's body swayed slightly, and he took two steps back irresistibly, looking at the former with a horrified look.
Although this kid's strength has made a breakthrough, he is in the late stage of Saint Realm after all. The gap between the two sides is not even a little bit. How can he resist his own efforts and not be defeated?
When he thought of this, he immediately stopped his mind and finally regarded Zhong Zihao as an opponent of the same level.
At this point, he had nothing to hold back, and the surging true energy surged together, roaring: "The gun turns into a wandering dragon!"
In an instant, thousands of gun shadows filled the void again. What was different from before was that this time they quickly gathered together to form a hundred-foot-long dragon that evolved from the gun shadows.
The long dragon flew through the sky, exuding overwhelming power and crushing out.
Zhong Zihao's eyes became solemn, his majestic soul power spread out, and he raised his steps and stepped into the void.
At the same time, the obscure seal in his hand was pinched, and seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple light bloomed one after another. Then, the wind and clouds in the nine heavens suddenly changed, and there was a loud thunder.
This was what he came to realize during the process of meditating on the "Poor Void" sword move during his retreat in Dongling Wasteland, and once again raised the power of the "Lotus Sword Formation" to a new level.
Every time Zhong Zihao took a step, a lotus blossomed in the sky, and the lotus at this moment seemed to be filled with a hidden evil spirit.
Suddenly, eight steps had been taken underfoot, and the seven-color glow suddenly flourished.
"Keng!"
A sword cry that resounded throughout the world spread in all directions, and a sword shadow condensed out from all directions. The shadow of the eight giant swords did not pause, but directly locked onto the hundred-foot-long dragon, slashing through the air with an irreversible force.
"Rumble...boom!"
Amidst the earth-shaking roar, tiny cracks appeared in the void and spread into the distance.
The two people in the battle were affected by this terrifying force and flew dozens of feet away.
Ling Tian Ruijun's face turned red, Zhong Zihao's face turned pale, and the blood in his body was boiling, but the sparkle in his eyes became even brighter.
"Come again!"
As soon as the long sword was straightened, a black-robed figure was seen rushing out very quickly, and his true energy was swept away without any scruples.
The silver light erupted from the other man's spear pierced the sky and soared into the sky at the same speed. The two started a fierce battle in the void.
…
On the top of a hill ten miles away, four figures with strong auras stood tall, looking at the scene in the square with burning eyes.
Looking closer, it turned out to be several real senior officials of Biyang Yun Palace.
Everyone here, even within the entire Taihuangtian, has a certain influence.
Three of them are Sect Master Su, Mr. Tong and Mr. Shi. In addition, there is an old man with white hair and white beard, Mr. Zuo.
"I didn't expect that besides his horrifying talents, this boy also has such terrifying fighting prowess." The elder looked away and sighed.
"It goes without saying that if we can't defeat Ling Tianrui, how can we four old guys get together here to worry?"
Zuo Lao chuckled, as if he had expected this situation.
"Actually, what I am most satisfied with is this boy's character and determination to face powerful opponents." Mr. Tong nodded slightly and added.
Seeing that Sect Master Su didn't speak, the senior teacher asked: "Sect Master, are we just watching and sitting idly by?"
"Aren't you all very optimistic about this little guy, so you lose confidence in him so quickly?" Sect Master Su turned his head and chuckled.
Seeing that the elder was puzzled, he put away his joking expression and said seriously: "We'd better not interfere too much with this kind of character's growth trajectory! However, we can't let him be killed under our eyes!"
"So what do we do?"
When the master asked this question, even Zuo Lao and Tong Lao looked at Sect Leader Su very seriously.
"Okay, this is my plan, what do you guys think?"
Sect Leader Su motioned for a few people to come closer and spoke in a low voice. The three of them nodded from time to time.
…
The battle in the field has reached a critical juncture. Ling Tianrui has raised his momentum to the extreme. Dozens of phantom spears pierced the void, creating cracks and attacking Zhong Zihao head-on.
Feeling this astonishing pressure, Zhong Zihao bit his steel teeth, and the true energy in his body was rapidly transformed, and the extremely rich evil spirit roared throughout the audience.
"Poxu!"
Finally, the magical power that had just been realized appeared for the first time at this moment.
The God-Slaying Sword flew out of his hand and turned into a gray bolt that wandered through the air. There seemed to be a howling wind inside, and a heart-stopping aura of death filled the air.
Then several more rays of gray light condensed out and merged with the previous one.
In an instant, an overwhelming and terrifying pressure suddenly descended, and the space trembled violently, as if an ancient demon god was about to burst out of the sky.
"Keng!"
The God-Slaying Sword shone brightly, as if it was about to cut the world in half.
"Boom..."
Deafening roars spread to every corner, several black cracks appeared in the void, the ground became filled with ravines, and two figures shot out from them.
Zhong Zihao's mouth was bleeding, most of his clothes were broken, and the blood was boiling in his body.
Ling Tianrui was also sluggish and his face was slightly pale, but his condition was much better.
Looking at the seriously injured young man in black robes in front of him, he laughed heartily: "I admit that your fighting power is amazing, comparable to a monster, but if you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's just a dream!"
"Yeah?"
Zhong Zihao raised his head and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a hint of madness blooming in his eyes: "I, Zhong Zihao, want to kill, but not many people have been lucky enough to survive so far. Obviously, you, Ling Tianrui, are not among them!"
The next moment, everyone only saw him raise his head, and the whole place was enveloped in endless darkness. There seemed to be a soft shout: Black Flame!