"But I haven't cultivated my true strength, which is a bit unsatisfactory."

Lin Zheyu said lightly.

His figure flickered and disappeared immediately.

"It's too early for you to say this!"

"Even if I don't condense my true strength, with my strong sense of wind, the strong winds are my sensory tentacles."

"No matter how fast you are, I can sense where you are through the tentacles of the wind."

Yue Qinghong's voice came from the strong wind.

Stirred by his decapitating sword, the entire arena was filled with gusts of wind, but his voice came through extremely clearly.

"Really, then I want to experience it."

Lin Zheyu's figure was erratic around Yue Qinghong, like a ghostly shadow. The fierce wind made his clothes rustle, but it had no effect on his speed.

crackle.

Crack, crackle.

Because he was moving too fast, his clothes hit the hurricane, making a crackling sound.

As Lin Zheyu moved quickly, crackling sounds echoed throughout the arena.

Phew——

Suddenly, the decapitating sword came out from the hurricane and struck Lin Zheyu's back sharply.

Lin Zheyu suddenly moved to the right to avoid the attack of the decapitating sword.

Xiu Xiu Xi——

The broadsword kept slashing out, and indeed as Yue Qinghong said, with his strong sense of wind, the hurricane set off by the beheading sword seemed to turn into his wind tentacles.

With this ability, he was able to quickly capture Lin Zheyu's traces.

It's a pity that his speed is still too slow.

Lin Zheyu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said lightly: "If you only have this little strength, then go down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his speed increased again.

When the Purple Thunder Fist breathing technique was used, there was a sound of thunder, mixed with the roar of a hurricane, and the sound of clothes being whipped in the wind was heard.

"Just try and see if you can get within two meters of me."

Yue Qinghong said calmly.

He is very confident in his own strength. With the blessing of Guangfeng's true intention, his perception within two meters of his body is terrifyingly strong.

As long as the opponent dares to get close, the decapitating sword in his hand will be chopped down directly.

When~~~

Lin Zheyu did not answer, but responded to Yue Qinghong with an extremely fierce punch.

The fist wearing a tungsten gold glove struck at the blade of the decapitation sword. The blade trembled and made a terrifying sound.

Yue Qinghong felt the terrifying power coming from the blade, and his expression changed drastically.

He grasped the handle of the beheading sword with both hands, and controlled the blade with all his strength.

An inch long is strong, an inch short is dangerous.

The same is true for his beheading sword.

Qiang is indeed very strong, but for Lin Zheyu, with such a wide blade, the target of the attack is too obvious.

Yue Qinghong's perception, blessed by the true intention of the strong wind, was indeed extremely terrifying. As soon as he got close, the decapitating sword would strike with a hiss.

Since you can't get close, attacking the opponent's decapitating knife will have the same effect.

"Not good!"

Yue Qinghong's heart tightened as he tried his best to hold the beheading sword steady.

In his perception, Lin Zheyu quickly approached at an astonishing speed.

Yue Qinghong wanted to slash with his sword, but it was already too late.

He wasted nearly a second just to stabilize the trembling blade.

For a warrior like Lin Zheyu, who is good at light kung fu and movement, one second can determine the outcome of a battle.

Rumble——

Crack!

The sound of thunder was approaching, and his fist passed through the strong wind he stirred up with his guillotine, and his sleeves crackled.

Phew!

The fist suddenly stopped a millimeter away from Yue Qinghong's neck and throat.

"You lost."

A faint voice came, causing Yue Qinghong's arm, which was about to be chopped off with a knife, to stop in an instant.

The violent wind stirring all around stopped.

Cold sweat flowed down Yue Qinghong's forehead.

At that moment, he felt that death was extremely close.

If the opponent lands this punch, he will be seriously injured even if he does not die.

"Thank you for showing mercy."

Yue Qinghong took a step back, cupped his fists and said.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and said solemnly: "I will come again, and we will see you in two days."

"Okay."

Lin Zheyu nodded.

After Yue Qinghong jumped off the ring, he glanced at the audience under the ring.

Although they did not speak, the terrifying power made them dare not look at Lin Zheyu.

"What an amazing Qinggong movement!"

"What a powerful force. It was able to punch Yue Qinghong so hard that he almost couldn't hold the knife."

Huang Baizhong praised, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

No wonder it is so appreciated by Mr. Yang.

With such powerful strength, even within the Wuji Sect, only the top dozen genius disciples can match it.

"Not bad, right?"

"The little guy probably wants to use the influence of others to cultivate the seeds of the domineering true meaning and speed up the condensation of the domineering true meaning."

"If we can continue to win and win the title of undefeated in 100 games, maybe we can directly condense the true meaning of domineering."

Mr. Yang said with a smile.

His eyes were very vicious. Seeing Lin Zheyu feeling the emotions, eyes, and aura of the audience under the ring, he could see Lin Zheyu's thoughts at a glance.

As he said, Lin Zheyu did have this idea.

But he just felt that every time he won, the seeds of invincibility were planted in the minds of the audience, and the emotions of fear and admiration for him were generated.
Chapter completed!