Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() Chu Lang's long hair hangs down, and he can't see his face clearly, while Zhang Han seems to be better, but his hair is also disheveled and flutters endlessly with his strength.

The two were floating in the void like light feathers. Suddenly, a strong wind blew Chu Lang's messy hair, revealing a pale face with slightly raised eyebrows, and red and round eyes.

Two sharp eyes pierced the sky and emitted two rays of light, scanning to Zhang Han who was floating opposite.

Chu Lang lowered his hands naturally, stretched his upper body, and clenched his fists tightly. The muscles on his bronze skin were strong, full of explosive power.

The two arms were thick and the meridians were exposed, and the naked eye could see that there were streams of air flowing rapidly inside, exuding a condescending aura like an emperor pressing down in the air, making the disciples below feel as if they bowed their heads and lost their fighting spirit in an instant.

On the other hand, Zhang Han on the opposite side is like a dignified nobleman. Although his clothes are torn and his upper body is naked, his fair skin is glistening, exuding an indescribable charm that attracts everyone's attention, like a god Leaning his back on his hands, he looked natural, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The hearts of many female disciples in the field were excited, but they didn't realize that there was such a handsome and suave senior brother in the Tianming Sword Sect. His eyes showed a blurred heart, and some female disciples looked at Zhang Han with an intoxicated look on their faces.

The masculine and masculine breath of the two men almost complemented each other and attracted all the female disciples off the court. Some male disciples even felt a sense of inferiority.

drink!

Chu Lang raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, and swung a punch in the air. A fist mark of incandescent bright light pierced the sky, and went straight to Zhang Han who was opposite.I saw Zhang Leng snorted, and also threw a punch, the fist was fierce, completely inconsistent with the white and muscleless arms and fists.

boom!

The air visibly shook a few times with the naked eye, the impact of the two punches made a loud noise, the energy splashed and a shock wave spread to the surroundings, a tornado hung in the void, and the disciples who were dispatched to watch were forced away for dozens of times. Zhang Yuan, the battle circle expanded again.

Hua Feifeng looked surprised, but she was very familiar with Chu Lang's martial arts cultivation. She spent several days and nights in Jiuya Mountain to learn how to learn, and she could roughly guess the level of his cultivation, but at this moment Chu Lang's The force is definitely several times higher than that of the cliff in the future.

It was Hua Feifeng's first acquaintance with Zhang Han, but she also knew that this Zhang Han might have performed at a super level, and she was already shocked by the actions of the two of them.

I'm afraid it's not just Hua Feifeng, these old guys in the third pavilion of Lingyun Hall may have been shocked by the two people in the void.

Mo Rong looked at the two of them thoughtfully, and after a simple retaliation with a fist, the two rushed forward again.

boom! boom! boom!

Fist and palm prints were printed everywhere on the top of the two people's breasts. They didn't know if they had devoted themselves to it or what, they didn't defend at all. You punched and palmed, and each other was attacked by the other side.

The two of them flew upside down and then rushed forward. After dozens of palms and punches, the corners of the mouths of the two of them had already overflowed with blood. I'm afraid they both suffered serious internal injuries.

It just seemed that the two had already competed with each other and refused to give in to each other. Although the attack continued to accelerate and its power became stronger and stronger, Chen Ning's indifferent expression gradually became dignified. He didn't want any accidents to happen to these two good seedlings.

If this continues, I'm afraid there will be one thousand enemies killed and eight hundred harmed. This is not the result Chen Ning wants to see.

He said to Mo Rong who was at the side: "Uncle Mo, see if you can stop the two of them, it will be of no benefit to anyone if this continues."

In fact, Chen Luyun had planned to stop the fierce battle between Chu Lang and Zhang Han. Seeing Chen Ning's proposal, he also agreed: "Uncle Mo, these two disciples are very young and their foundation is still shallow. If they are seriously injured this time, I'm afraid It will have an impact on the cultivation base in the future, so it's better for the two to be a tie."

The highest seniority present was Mo Rong from the Sutra Pavilion, who was the uncle of the current suzerain Chen Ning and the elder Chen Luyun, so even though Chen Ning was the suzerain of the Tianming Sword Sect, he still needed Mo Rong's approval.

Although Mo Rong was very curious about what more powerful offensive moves the two of them would have if they continued, but she also knew that if the two of them were seriously injured in this battle, it might be difficult to improve their cultivation in the future.

The two have fought evenly so far, and neither of them can defeat the opponent. I am afraid that the winner will be determined by fighting with all their strength, but why bother.

Mo Rong nodded and suddenly disappeared in the pavilion on the third floor. A gray shadow pierced the void and came to the two people in the battle circle in an instant, and each waved a hand on the left and right.

boom!boom!

Two invisible energies struck into the bodies of the two of them, and the two of them were forcibly poured into their bodies by a condensed breath in an instant.

boom!

It was like a battle between heaven and man in the two people's bodies, the turmoil in their bodies was instantly suppressed and calmed down, the two people's consciousness gradually awakened, and then their eyes went dark.

Before Chu Lang knew what happened, he passed out when his eyes went dark.

The disciples outside the field saw a gray shadow suddenly appearing in the battle circle between the two, and waved their hands left and right to instantly defuse the two's swift and violent attacks, and knocked them out with minor injuries.

Looking at the white-haired old man in gray robe holding Chu Lang and Zhang Han in his left and right hands, some who recognized him with sharp eyes exclaimed, "Ah, isn't that Grandmaster Mo Rong? How did her old man prevent this wonderful martial arts competition?" Woolen cloth?"

There were voices of discussion and controversy in the crowd, pointing and talking non-stop.

"Why did Uncle Mo appear here? Could it be that such a wonderful contest ended like this? What is that? Who wins and who loses?"

Several referees glanced at the middle-aged man surnamed Chen, the referee, and then at the two people in the field. Suddenly, Mo Rong disappeared with Chu Lang and Zhang Han. The speed was so fast that some people caught Mo Rong. Rong took the two of them back to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Chen Linlong wanted to ask for clarification, but at this moment Chen Ning's voice sounded in his ears: "Master Chen, I will discuss with the suzerains about this martial arts competition between Chu Lang and Zhang Han, and I will inform you in time if there is any result. Yes, you continue to arrange for the contest to continue."

"This," Chen Linlong cursed secretly, and said to himself, "what's the matter, the two of them haven't decided the winner, can they make it to the top eight? This senior brother will really make himself difficult."

After all, Chen Linlong is used to wind and rain, and the experience of several consecutive Tianming Sword Sect martial arts judges quickly stabilized Chen Linlong's mood. Han and Han are evenly matched, and both have performed beyond their standard, and have entered a mysterious state. If this continues, both of them will be seriously injured. Whoever loses wins, the next game will continue."

"In the next group, Lin wants to play against Li Zifang." After Chen Linlong explained a few words, he continued to arrange the competition and called out the two opponents in the next group.

The arena had been destroyed by Chu Lang and Zhang Han's enormous strength, and the eight disciples who had recast their first-level cultivation bases looked at each other with ugly faces, and left the vicinity of the arena one after another.

There was no such thing as a ring, and the remaining eight people were just for people to watch the show, which was simply a huge insult.The arena blessed by eight recasting-level disciples was actually broken into sawdust by the great energy of two low-level disciples. One was at the second-level innate level, and the other was at the fourth-level innate level. .

Looking at the sawdust and some powder scattered all over the place, the faces of the eight people were abnormally ugly. They didn't have the heart to stay in the sword dancing square. They quietly left around the ring of the sword dancing square. Some people even stopped watching the game and went back to each other own practice residence.

Lin Xiang was also shocked by the fierce battle between the two just now, and now his blood was boiling. Looking at his younger brother who was the first in a lower level than himself, Lin Xiang smiled calmly and said: "Tianming Sword Sect, Lin Xiang, please make a move first."

Lin Xiang is innately cultivated at the ninth level, and he is very confident in his own strength. Even after witnessing the amazing battle between Chu Lang and Zhang Han just now, he is still full of confidence in himself.

Now the competition for the top eight has entered a fierce stage. If you win this competition, you will be able to enter the top eight. There are not many disciples participating in the competition. It can be said that this sect has great hopes. Among the top ten disciples, I always To have a place.

Just as he was thinking about it, Li Zifang on the opposite side had already made a move. Judging from his posture, he should have tried his best. After all, facing an opponent who was a level higher than himself, no one would have any reservations about attacking.

There is only one chance, but strength is the foundation of everything. Without any accidents, Lin Xiang won this game and advanced to the quarterfinals.

The martial arts competition was going on all the time. In a building behind the Tianming Sword Sect, Mo Rong looked at Chu Lang and Zhang Han with a solemn expression. At this moment, he had an illusion that his nearly 200 years had been wasted.

Whether it is Chu Lang or Zhang Han, at this moment he can't see through the situation in the two people's bodies. The situation in the two people's bodies has just been transported by Yun Jin, and the two completely different routes of true energy have calmed down in the body at this moment. , the dantian place is no different from other people.