"Jun Lei splits the clouds, go!"

Accompanied by a startled cry, Ling Tian erupted with a horrifying sound, as if the Thunder God was nothing more than that.

The sound was so terrifying that it even alarmed Zuo Xianzhi and Bai Yu in the back garden. Ling Tian walked out from behind the door and looked at the big palm that seemed to be wrapped in thunder on the distant ring as if it was expelling clouds.

, also took a breath.

Putting aside the power of this palm technique, the momentum alone is a bit astonishing.

Especially the young man who raised his hand to worship, he looked pretty good.

Even Zuo Xianzhi, who had an indifferent temperament, couldn't help but take another look at Ling Tian.

She suddenly felt that this person was a little different from the geniuses she had seen in Nanhua City.

Could it be that it's just the rare silver-white hair?

"Haha, the thunder palm technique is just superficial."

Bai Yu snorted coldly, and was very wary of Ling Tian who was so good-looking.

At this time, not only the outsiders, but also Zhong Man's expression in the ring changed obviously in mid-air, and the immortal energy in his body suddenly poured into the light of his falling fist.

The fist light that fell overwhelmingly bloomed with blazing light due to the injection of immortal energy, and waves of monstrous heat swept out.

The dense fist shadows crashed down towards the huge thunder palm.

Boom!

Terrifying explosions sounded continuously in an instant, and the arena outside the garden shook violently. No one expected that the fight between the two would lead to such a shocking aftermath.

As the two of them engage in suicide attempts, the aftermath becomes more and more terrifying.

Just when Zhongli frowned and his heart became more and more gloomy.

A dazzling thunder suddenly burst out in mid-air, and then the thunder spread wildly, and all the fist light was wiped out in the thunder.

Phew!

Blood stains spilled from the corners of Zhong Man's mouth, and he fell hard from the air, his face pale.

In the second round of competition, Zhong Man was at a disadvantage again!

Everyone exclaimed in surprise at this.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly thin warrior from Xijiang could be so powerful.

"Hahaha, brother Lingtian, I didn't expect you to be so secretive!"

Zuo Xiao was very happy, Ling Tian made him gain a lot of face.

"Are you serious?"

Ling Tian wore a green shirt and stood firmly on the ground. There was no dust even on his body.

The right hand carries the unicorn arm, which is carried behind the back from beginning to end.

In other words, Ling Tian was sparring with the opponent with only one hand.

It seems that he is not serious.

"hateful!!"

Zhong Man looked furious and had no reservations anymore. His whole body was filled with immortal energy. The eight levels of immortal light trembled, and in an instant, a green shadow of the immortal leopard appeared from it. It was the quasi-Taoist immortal light!

The soaring momentum caused the airflow inside the arena to surge. The next moment, he drew out the long sword in his hand, reached the extreme speed, and killed Ling Tian.

"Brother Lingtian, be careful, he's moving!"

Zuo Xiao was shocked.

This clock is so impatient!

Seeing how crazy the other party was, Ling Tian smiled calmly, took out the scabbard of the sword behind his back with his left hand, and used the cloud-riding technique to throw it out. His whole body disappeared in an instant, and he went to meet him.

DANG DANG DANG!!

For a moment, two sword lights intertwined with each other in the open space, and the power of the two upper-level sword fields rubbed against each other, seemingly evenly matched!

But the tall young man under the ring had his pupils shrinking sharply.

Others may not be able to tell, but he is a swordsman.

He could feel the extraordinary and tyranny of Ling Tian's sword domain.

This guy definitely didn't use his full strength!

Moreover, his brother had already drawn the sword, but Ling Tian used his left hand and the scabbard!

The sound of the sword was like thunder, echoing outside the back garden, making people's eardrums shake.

Phew!

There was another flash of sword light, and a figure flew backwards, spitting out blood and falling to the ground.

They looked over one after another, and their expressions changed dramatically.

It’s Zhong Man, it’s Zhong Man again!

He has retreated three times in a row, each time more miserable than the last. The expressions of those talented soldiers who supported him seemed to have changed.

If this fails, there is nothing we can do.

"Damn it, I don't believe I can't win against you!"

After several setbacks, Zhong Man couldn't accept it at all. After being a dignified general of the Zhong family, how could he be inferior to a countryman from Western Xinjiang?

"That's it!"

But as soon as he stood up, he saw Ling Tian riding on the clouds in the distance, arriving in an instant, and behind him there was a dragon shadow surrounding the eight layers of immortal light.

His left hand holds the scabbard, and his right hand seems to be surrounded by unicorns, holding it on the hilt of the sword. He has not yet drawn the sword, but there is a sword as silver as a dragon, which suddenly rises.

Clang!

The loud sword sound seemed to burst out from Ling Tian's body, and the terrifying sword intent made the entire arena shake wildly!

Even outside the arena and in the sky outside the back garden, dark clouds gradually formed, as if thunder would break out at the next moment.

Just holding the sword, can you have such momentum?

Moreover, the phantom above the immortal light proves that Ling Tian actually has a quasi-Dao body!

His talent is absolutely as good as Zhong Man's, or even better.

"Such sword intent!?"

Feeling Ling Tian's domineering sword power, everyone was shocked. Even Zuo Xianzhi in the distance shrank his pupils.

At this moment, the handsome young man in the ring is really too domineering.

If you were protected by him, it would feel good, right?

Suddenly, a surge of heart surged in Zuo Xianzhi's heart, which had been silent for many years.

"Pooh!"

What am I thinking?

Zuo Xianzhi shook his head.

"No need to look, let's go in!"

After saying that, Zuo Xianzhi turned around and entered the back garden.

"snort!"

Bai Yu took a deep look at Ling Tian and quickly followed him.

"You lose!"

On the ring, the fairy light behind Ling Tian fell.

His right hand also released the hilt of the sword.

At this time, Zhong Man was already kneeling on the ring.

He was completely forced by Ling Tian's kendo aura.

"I surrender!"

Breathing heavily, although Zhong Man was unwilling to give up, he still managed to say something, immediately jumped off the fighting platform and rushed out.

He can't stay in this Zuofu any longer.

"Haha, Brother Lingtian, no one has any objections to you now, let's go!"

Zuo Xiao followed Ling Tian and walked directly into the back garden with his head held high.

The back garden is huge and has the best view in the entire Zuofu.

Following Zuo Xiao, the group of people walked for a full stick of incense, and then Ling Tian saw several figures under an ancient pavilion on the bank of a river.

There were five people in total, three elders and two juniors.
To be continued...