The battle between the two reached hundreds of rounds in an instant. This was a collision between two masters, thrilling and exciting. Even if one was not careful, one of them would die on the spot.

A strong man in the realm of his true self can already mobilize the true energy in his body to release it, and assist with his moves to form a powerful lethality. Wherever the two of them fight, the sound of energy explosions can be heard everywhere.

The violent fluctuations of the battle even caused the onlookers to step back a few meters.

When the battle got fierce, Xue Wuwei jumped into the air with a long knife in his hand and slashed at Mengyang.

This knife was clearly far away from Mengyang, but Xiao Chen was surprised to find that a huge transparent long knife seemed to have formed in the void and fell towards Mengyang's head.

It was an outward expression of true energy, and its lethality was even more terrifying than the blade itself.

But Mengyang was not an ordinary person. Faced with this unavoidable sword, he clenched his fist and punched the sky. This punch formed a terrifying vacuum zone wherever it passed. It was like Mengyang Dan.

It was as if the air in front of him was shattered with just one punch.

Mengyang said that he was not comparable to Yuanfeng's generation, but in fact he was not exaggerating at all!

The fist and the blade came into contact quickly, and there was only a "bang" sound. Xiao Chen seemed to hear a loud noise like a god beating a war drum. Then, the sword energy formed by the long sword gradually collapsed in the void like a mirror.

And Mengyang was also shaken away by a huge force.

A huge shock wave came from the place where the two collided, and each of them took several steps backward.

The shock wave continued to spread around, as if a huge storm had blown up here, and many weaker warriors were blown around.

The storm wind blew across Xiao Chen's face, blowing his long dark hair. Xiao Chen felt the wind blowing on his face, as if countless knives were caressing his cheek.

Heifeng bared his teeth, obviously feeling very uncomfortable with this sudden hurricane.

With a sharp kick of his feet, Xue Wuwei took five steps back and froze his figure. On the other side, Mengyang, who also took five steps back, saw this scene. Mengyang, who was about to take the sixth step, gritted his teeth and actually steadied himself.

Body shape.

Looking at Xue Wuwei with an indifferent expression, Meng Yang habitually touched his head and said with a fanatical light in his eyes: "It's so enjoyable. It's really a special brew. I haven't had such a good time in decades."

Fight."

"Then what, right, Xiao Chen, don't tell me, with such a guard by your side, it's no wonder that your kid can live for so long."

Xiao Chen suddenly thought of Han Feng. Yes, if Han Feng hadn't protected him in Kyoto, he might not have been able to return to Yong'an.

"What a pity!" Xiao Chen sighed softly: "If you had known me earlier, there would have been a more powerful guy beside me then."

Xue Wuwei was already very strong. When he heard that there was someone stronger than Xue Wuwei, Mengyang couldn't help but shrink his neck and said: "That's all, this kid is enough for me to beat."

Licking his dry lips, Mengyang said loudly: "Come again!"

Xue Wuwei held a sword and looked fearless.

Ke Yongchang's brows were almost furrowed at this time, and he couldn't help but remind him: "Meng Yang, don't forget what our purpose is."

Hearing Ke Yongchang's reminder again, Mengyang suddenly frowned in displeasure, but in the end he still didn't have an attack. He just looked at Xue Wuwei and said:

"Originally, I wanted to fight you a few more times, but now it seems that if I can't tell the winner, someone should be worried."

Xue Wuwei nodded and said: "That's exactly what I meant!"

With a solemn look on his face, Meng Yang said in a serious voice: "Okay, then let's decide the outcome with one move."

Clenching his fists, he saw a terrifying aura spreading out of Mengyang's body in an instant. At this time, Mengyang was like a huge hot spring, with white mist rising all over his body. A palpitating aura erupted from

Waves rippled through him.

At the same time, the bluestone ground under Mengyang's feet suddenly shattered "bang bang bang" as if it had received some terrible force.

Facing Mengyang's imminent blow, Xue Wuwei also did not dare to be careless. The swords in his hands were intertwined and laid out across his chest, and an aura that was not weaker than Mengyang's was erupting at the same time.

The sword in his hand suddenly formed a staggered shadow in front of Xue Wuwei, and the appearance of the shadow continued to solidify.

Xiao Chen was still sitting on the horse with a calm expression. He knew that the winner would be decided soon.

On the side, Ke Yongchang waved his hand gently, and a Yangming Sect disciple quickly walked up to Ke Yongchang.

Ke Yongchang whispered: "This Mengyang is a martial arts idiot. If he is allowed to do whatever he wants, he will ruin our affairs sooner or later. Go ahead and let all the disciples of the Yangming Sect obey your orders. They will kill you as soon as I give my order."

Xiao Chen."

The Yangming Sect disciple glanced at Mengyang with lingering fear and said, "But Mengyang said that if we intervene, he..."

"Bastard!" Ke Yongchang said angrily: "You are a disciple of my Yangming Sect, do you still want to look at the look in Mengyang's eyes?"

The Yangming sect disciple lowered his head suddenly: "Disciple doesn't dare!"

Ke Yongchang squinted his eyes and looked at the two people in the center of the battlefield and said: "At this time, they are all in a state of inattentiveness. If we take action now, what can Mengyang do to me?"

"Besides, if there really is a fight, how can I, Ke Yongchang, be afraid of Mengyang?"

The disciple lowered his head and glanced at Ke Yongchang, who was covered in scars. There was a look of disbelief on his face, but he did not dare to show it after all.

"Disciple, I obey!" Lowering his head again, the disciple bowed and left.

Ke Yongchang didn't notice all this, he just stared at Xiao Chen coldly and said: "Xiao Chen, soon, you will grovel in front of me."

…

At the same time, on the three streets outside the battlefield, Zhang Gu and Jiawei were standing on both sides of the street. At the same time, their eyes were slightly horrified at an old man in the middle who was wearing a white robe and lying on the ground drinking a small drink.

The old man has a white head and white beard, but his nose is red. At first glance, he looks like a drunk ghost. If he is lying on the ground, but with this look, he looks a bit immortal.

Jiawei was wrapped in a black robe and his expression could not be seen clearly, but Zhang Gu on the other side was different. At this time, his mouth opened wide, as if he had seen something incredible.

You must know that they are two monks gathered together, and their battle is no longer something ordinary people can intervene in. However, the old man in front of them separated the two of them with just a soft drink.

Those who can achieve this step will probably be able to reveal their strength. I am afraid that except for the legendary master, no one can do it.

Taking a step forward, Zhang Gu took the lead in cupping his hands and said: "Zhang Gu, I have met my senior!"
Chapter completed!