Elder Yang's body fell heavily to the ground, making a loud noise.
He didn't have time to lie down for a while, so he stood up. When he was about to take off and fight again, he felt that the spiritual power in his dantian suddenly lost control and rushed out of his body, dissipating and dissolving in the air.
It can't be condensed either.
What kind of magical skill is this!
Elder Yang's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged, activating his exercises, trying to recover his spiritual power that had escaped and collapsed. For a moment, he could no longer care about pursuing Zhong Wen.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Once he made a move, Zhong Wen showed no mercy. His entire body turned into a white shadow, which kept appearing in all directions, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, looking in front of him, and suddenly behind him. The ghost of his movement was completely invisible to the naked eye.
Captured, and every time he appeared, an elder from the Holy Land was knocked to the ground by him, completely losing the ability to move.
In just a few breaths, none of the Holy Land elders who surrounded Zhong Wuyan and others were knocked to the ground by him.
"This this……"
Not far away, the red-haired Elder Guo was dumbfounded and could hardly believe his eyes, "Where could such a monster come out and beat ten of them one by one? I'm afraid even the Taoist Spirit Master wouldn't be able to do so easily."
"Master, my junior brother is so amazing!" Ji Weizhu held Zhong Wuyan's jade hand tightly, her delicate body trembling slightly, her beautiful eyes full of surprise and excitement.
From the moment he met Zhong Wen, this junior brother would show his unimaginable abilities from time to time. However, the scene in front of him completely overturned Ji Weizhu's outlook on things.
He knocked down ten Holy Land elders with three punches and two kicks. Such a fierce fighting power can no longer be described by words like "genius" or "monster".
For such a short moment, Zhong Wen was almost equated with the word "omnipotent" in her mind.
"Zhenhai, what kind of son did you give birth to?" Chu Qiuyang stared blankly at the majestic white figure in the sky, his eyes full of surprise, and he murmured to himself, not knowing whether he was more excited or worried.
a bit more.
"I said, no one can touch them."
Zhong Wen turned to look at the elders in the distance who had not yet taken action, and said proudly, "If you are not convinced, just give it a try!"
"This boy!"
Elder Guo looked at the majestic and domineering Zhong Wen and felt great admiration. He couldn't help but praise, "What a monster!"
Perhaps it was because Zhong Wen just defeated the ten elders and won too easily, without showing any depth of strength. The remaining elders looked at each other in confusion, and no one dared to take action for a while.
On top of the cliff, there was an awkward silence.
"I'll do it!"
The speaker was an old man in gray robes with flowing white hair, a few braids on the back of his head, and a long sword tied to his back.
Ever since he appeared on the cliff, the gray-clothed elder had remained silent and just watched everything that happened on the field.
It wasn't until the ten elders who besieged Zhong Wen were all wiped out that a hint of shock flashed across his calm face.
At this time, he was finally no longer silent. His feet swayed slightly and he instantly appeared two feet away from Zhong Wen, facing him from a distance.
"Elder Ye!"
Seeing the old man in gray clothes take action, Zhong Wuyan's face turned pale in an instant, and fear could not be suppressed in his beautiful eyes, "Zhong Wen, be careful, this elder Ye Xingchen has already entered the Tao, and his strength is the highest in the entire 'Lingxiao Holy Land'
, can all be ranked in the top five!”
"Your surname is also Zhong?" Ye Xingchen, the old man in gray clothes, was stunned when he heard this and stared at Zhong Wen, looking up and down, "Looking at your appearance, you look familiar. Could it be that you are also from my Holy Land?"
Zhong Wen's appearance is almost exactly the same as Zhong Zhenhai's, so some elders always feel that this young man seems familiar.
However, Zhong Zhenhai was just an ordinary disciple of the "Lingxiao Holy Land". He was not as good as a spiritual master, so he did not leave a deep impression on the elders. Naturally, they could not remember his name.
"No." Zhong Wen shook his head and pointed at Tan Shaojie, who was unconscious on the ground. "I would not even despise a holy land that can cultivate such scum!"
"Young people, it's a good thing to have confidence." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly and said lightly, "But if you are too ambitious and think you are invincible, you will easily get into trouble."
"It doesn't mean that you are invincible."
Zhong Wen's tone was relaxed, but his heart was full of wariness, "At least I can't beat the saint."
Ye Xingchen's appearance is very ordinary, and his aura is not very strong. However, just standing in the air, he exudes a sense of heaviness.
Seeing him start to take action, the other elders breathed a sigh of relief, and their expressions instantly relaxed.
It seemed that as long as Ye Xingchen was willing to take action, the outcome of this contest was already determined.
If I could use one word to describe his impression, it would be "reliable".
"Oh? Only saints?"
Ye Xingchen stopped talking, and slowly drew out the long sword from his back, holding it diagonally in front of his chest, "You are so powerful, you might as well give me some pointers as an old man like me."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly disappeared from where he was.
In less than a tenth of a breath, Ye Xingchen's figure had already appeared in front of Zhong Wen, raising his sword high and slashing at him.
So fast!
These two words appeared in the minds of everyone present.
Just because Ye Xingchen moved so quickly, no one, including Zhong Wen, could see his movements clearly.
Zhong Wen was slightly startled. A series of light golden spirit patterns appeared on his body, protecting his whole body from the wind. At the same time, he moved forward, waiting to take two steps back.
At this moment, an unimaginable huge pressure fell from the sky and enveloped him impartially.
Zhong Wen felt his whole body stagnate. He was so oppressed that he could not lift his arms, and his movement slowed down to a snail's pace.
"when!"
The long sword in Ye Xingchen's hand struck Zhong Wen firmly on the shoulder. The sword blade collided passionately with the defensive spirit patterns, and a sound of gold and iron collided.
It seemed like an ordinary chop, but it seemed to be loaded with a huge force. Zhong Wen's body fell straight down like a cannonball, turning into a white silhouette in the air that was difficult to see clearly with the naked eye. With a "boom" sound, it hit the mountainous area hard, causing dust to fly and mud and rocks to scatter everywhere.
"Zhong Wen!"
"Little junior brother!"
Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu's expressions changed drastically, and they exclaimed in unison.
However, Ye Xingchen, who succeeded in one move, frowned slightly and stared at the sword in his hand, seemingly in a bad mood.
Just because the attack he was determined to win just now did not produce the effect he wanted.
The long sword clearly struck Zhong Wen, but he felt that what he struck was not his flesh body, but a piece of solid iron and fine steel.
"A little pain!"
In the dust and smoke floating below, a lazy voice suddenly came to mind.
Immediately afterwards, a white shadow flashed from the air, and Zhong Wen's figure instantly appeared behind Ye Xingchen, punching him cleanly in the back.
Ye Xingchen's heart froze, and when he was about to dodge, he suddenly felt his heart beating wildly, and the spiritual power in his body went backwards. His whole body fell into an extremely brief stiffness, and he was unable to move.
Just as Zhong Wen's punch was about to hit the target, a vast and powerful pressure suddenly fell from the sky and enveloped him with precision.
This force was so huge that Zhong Wen's extremely fast punches were momentarily stagnant, and his whole body was forced to fall downwards. It was almost difficult to lift his arms, let alone continue to dance with his fists.
Ye Xingchen quickly recovered from his stiffness, and quickly appeared on top of Zhong Wen's head. He slashed down with his sword again, even faster than before.
As if he realized that Zhong Wen was not easy to deal with, Ye Xingchen no longer retained his strength, and kept slashing with the long sword in his hand like a violent storm.
"Dang! Dang! Dang..."
Under that strong pressure, Zhong Wen could only barely raise his right arm, raising it above his head. The sword kept hitting the pale golden light pattern on his arm, making bursts of crisp sounds.
He felt that Ye Xingchen's sword was as powerful as Mount Tai, like a meteorite falling. It was so powerful that he had never seen it in his life, and its speed was unnaturally fast. He was blindly defending, and his body kept sinking under the opponent's stormy attack. The legs gradually embed themselves into the ground.
"when!"
Following the twelfth impact, most of Zhong Wen's body was buried in the ground, with only the area above his chest still exposed, looking extremely embarrassed.
"Zhong Wen!"
Zhong Wuyan saw Zhong Wen being brutally hit by a blaster and had no strength to fight back. He couldn't bear it anymore and moved his jade feet, waiting to step forward to help.
However, a figure suddenly flashed before her eyes, blocking her path.
"Elder Wen, please let me pass."
Zhong Wuyan recognized that the person was Elder Wen, who had a close friendship with her husband Qi Xuan, and said softly, "He is Zhenhai's son."
"I see. No wonder he is willing to risk his life and break into the Holy Land to save you." Elder Wen was stunned when he heard this, and then he shook his head and said, "Elder Ye is too powerful, just let it go.
, can’t do anything to help him, it’s just that he died in vain.”
"Even if I die, I can't watch Zhong Wen suffer like this!" Zhong Wuyan's tone was full of determination.
"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should always think about Qi Xuan's children, right?" Elder Wen said earnestly.
"But, this kid Zhong Wen..." Zhong Wuyan's face was miserable, with crystal tears shining in his eyes.
At this time, Ye Xingchen suddenly jumped up high, the sword in his hand was filled with black energy, exuding an endless sense of oppression, as if he was accumulating strength to release a fatal blow.
"This kid has such a strong defense." The red-haired Elder Guo murmured to himself, "If I hadn't met Ye Xingchen, a pervert... what a pity, what a pity!"
"The sword breaks the sky!"
Ye Xingchen finally completed the gathering of strength, shouted softly, and jumped down from the air. The long sword in his hand turned into a black light, like a punishment from heaven, a divine thunder initiation, and with infinite power, he faced the clock
Wen chopped it down hard.
Most of Zhong Wen was buried in the ground. How could he dodge? He could only cover his face with his arms and let Ye Xingchen's long sword strike him on the head.
"boom!"
The power of this sword was so strong that it shattered the entire mountain into pieces. Stones of all sizes were scattered in all directions, and the smoke and dust raised completely enveloped the figures of the two people.
"Zhong Wen!"
"Little junior brother!"
The two girls, Zhong Wuyan and Ji Weizhu, turned pale and let out mournful cries. They wanted to rush to Zhong Wen's side, but in a state of confusion, they were unable to break through Elder Wen's interception.
Pity!
With this momentum alone, several Holy Land elders had secretly pronounced Zhong Wen's death sentence in their hearts.
Even though the two sides were on opposite sides, Elder Guo, Elder Wen and others still felt a sense of regret unconsciously in their hearts.
After all, a young man who is less than twenty years old possesses such powerful strength, which is rare even among the Seven Holy Lands.
"If you can die under my attack, you can be considered..."
Ye Xingchen's voice came from the fog, but this standard post-war pretentious summary speech stopped abruptly just halfway through.
The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing Zhong Wen who was originally buried in the ground.
Ye Xingchen was surprised to find that his heaven-destroying spiritual skill had indeed hit Zhong Wen's head, but it actually failed to break through the defensive spiritual patterns on his body.
At this time, Zhong Wen was looking at himself with a smile. The land that originally surrounded him had been blown to pieces by this "Sword Breaking the Sky" move, allowing him to regain his freedom of movement again.
"If I'm not wrong."
With a long sword on his head, he suddenly turned his hands, and with lightning speed, he grabbed Ye Xingchen's left and right wrists respectively, "The way you have understood should be the way of gravity."
Ye Xingchen's expression changed, and when he was about to struggle, he felt that Zhong Wen's hands were like two iron pliers, impregnable and unable to escape at all.
His whole body trembled, and driven by instinct, he once again released a powerful pressure, covering Zhong Wen's body fiercely, and once again smashed him into the ground.
"ah!"
However, he did not realize that the two people's hands were already connected. When Zhong Wen was sinking, he pulled him down too, causing his feet to bury themselves in the ground. Severe pain came from his hands and feet.
He couldn't help but let out a shrill scream, "Let go!"
"It is indeed the way of gravity."
Zhong Wen showed an expression of wisdom on his face and said word by word, "No wonder your power is so powerful and your speed is so incredible. It turns out that you increase the gravity around the enemy and reduce the gravity on yourself at the same time. It's so convenient."
Ability!"
"Let go, let go quickly!"
At this time, Ye Xingchen was afraid that he would be affected, so he did not dare to release the gravity again, and could not move his hands. He had to raise his legs and kick Zhong Wen violently, screaming in his mouth, but he still had the domineering and calmness before.
However, this random outburst did not cause any damage to Zhong Wen. He felt as if he had been kicked on a steel plate. Instead, his right leg hurt slightly.
What frightened Ye Xingchen even more was that the spiritual power in his dantian seemed to have completely lost control, rushing out of the body with all his strength, and dissolving into the air bit by bit.
Not long after, the spiritual energy in his body dissipated, and he lay limp. He could no longer exert any strength, and he could not even raise his legs to attack.
"Go, Pikachu!"
Zhong Wen made an inexplicable sound from his mouth, raised his right foot and kicked Ye Xingchen hard on the chest.
This powerful Holy Land elder was like a kite with its string broken, flying high and landing far away on a mountain wall. His whole body was embedded in the stone, unconscious and unknown to him.
"How can this be!"
"Elder Ye actually lost!"
"How old is he, he can actually beat Elder Ye!"
"Other than a saint, who else can cure him?"
"Amazing, this kid is really amazing!"
The remaining elders immediately exploded. They were all dumbfounded, speaking incoherently, and completely unable to believe that Ye Xingchen, one of the top combat powers in the "Lingxiao Holy Land", would actually be defeated by Zhong Wen.
"Who else wants to try?"
Zhong Wen patted his sleeves lightly, as if he had done something inconspicuous, looked up at the Holy Land elders hanging in the air, and asked lightly.
Several elders were neither advancing nor retreating. They all showed embarrassment on their faces, and they didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.
However, Zhong Wuyan and the others were surprised and happy, as if they were in a dream.