Facing Zuo Leng, Ling Xiao did not dare to be careless. This Thunderbolt True Origin came from Master Bai Yun, but after being transformed by the Mountain and River Martial Spirit, it was not exactly the same. Novels {}
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Therefore, even if Master Bai Yun saw it, he would be fine. At most, he would be surprised.
Bang!
A palm and a fist, both entwined with purplish blue lightning, collided together.
The air was rapidly compressed and then splashed out in all directions. Electric currents were everywhere.
On the Life and Death Cliff, the huge rocks were shattered and broken. Gravel flew in all directions as if meteorites were falling.
Even the mountain trembled violently. Except for Ming Tian and Master Bai Yun, the onlookers all moved away.
After exchanging blows, the two retreated almost at the same time. Both of them could not control themselves.
Then, they stopped almost at the same time and steadied themselves.
"So strong, both of them are so strong!"
"It can be seen that Zuo Leng's palm is more powerful, but Ling Xiao's fist art is more exquisite. It actually caused part of Zuo Leng's palm power to leak into the air, which did not cause any threat to him. This is why they are evenly matched."
Master Bai Yun's eyesight was indeed good. He could see the reason for the current situation at a glance.
"Judging from the current situation, the two of them should be evenly matched, but Zuo Leng should just be probing with his attack."
"That's right. He is the most cautious person. He won't show his strength all of a sudden. Ling Xiao's suffering is still to come."
"That should be right."
The rest of the onlookers were also whispering, but obviously, they felt that Zuo Leng had held back while Ling Xiao had used all his strength.
In the end, they still did not believe in Ling Xiao's strength.
However, this was normal.
They could not think of any other reason why an early stage Eighth Layer martial artist and an early stage Ninth Layer martial artist would fight like this except for Zuo Leng holding back.
After standing firm, Zuo Leng suddenly looked at Ling Xiao with a strong sense of surprise in his eyes.
He also seemed a little embarrassed.
He originally thought that with his early stage Ninth Layer Martial Vein cultivation, he could easily defeat Ling Xiao even with an ordinary attack.
However, he was a cautious person and had even deliberately used a defensive martial art at the Perfection Stage. He only wanted to completely turn Ling Xiao into ashes with a single palm strike, so as to avoid any unexpected changes.
One had to know that it was not a problem for him to kill a Class 9 demonic beast with a single punch.
Could it be that not only was Ling Xiao's swordsmanship outstanding, but his body was also so strong?
If that was the case, then this kid was too monstrous.
Perhaps his master, Great Master Baiyun, had misjudged him.
Of course, the stronger Ling Xiao was, the more Zuo Leng wanted to kill him!
He didn't want to be killed like Li Xinghui. He absolutely couldn't let Ling Xiao grow. Otherwise, he felt that if they met on the battlefield in the future, he could only run for his life.
"Hmph, I want to see how long your golden skin can last!"
Suddenly, Zuo Leng launched another attack.
But this time, he didn't use his palm technique to attack. Instead, he drew out a sword with electric currents flowing around it and stabbed forward.
The purplish blue treasure sword transformed into a series of sword shadows. Every sword strike was a killing move!
Every sword strike was extremely ruthless.
Ling Xiao recognized that the treasure sword in Zuo Leng's hand should also be a Fine Grade Precious Weapon, the same as his Floating Snow Sword.
However, in the face of such a fierce attack, he still didn't intend to use his weapon.
Although this battle was a battle of life and death, once he entered the Soul Imprint state, there would be no surprises in his eyes.
He didn't use his weapon because it wasn't worthwhile.
After all, Zuo Leng was still hiding his strength. He didn't need to display his full strength and waste his True Essence.
Both sides, one with a sword and the other with a fist, exchanged a total of fifty moves on the Life and Death Cliff.
After fifty moves, Zuo Leng was obviously somewhat impatient.
He suddenly retreated with a hideous grin on his face. "You're very strong, but you must die!"
At this moment, Zuo Leng actually completely gave up on defense and began to use almost eighty percent of his True Essence to attack.
Perhaps in Zuo Leng's opinion, relying on the defense of the Heavenly Flame Armor, there was no need to defend.
Once he gave up on defense, Zuo Leng's attack speed instantly increased and his moves became even more fierce.
At this time, if Ling Xiao chose to continue the balance of attack and defense step by step, then he would definitely suffer. With the opponent's attack speed and fierceness, coupled with the powerful True Essence of the early ninth level Martial Vein, it would definitely cause him a lot of damage.
If he chose to completely defend, then he would completely fall into a passive position.
What's more, that wasn't Ling Xiao's fighting style.
Thinking quickly, Ling Xiao simply threw caution to the wind.
His aura instantly soared and expanded to the late eighth level Martial Vein level!
Then, he actually gave up the idea of defense and used all his True Essence to attack. His fists wrapped in thunderbolts repeatedly blasted out.
Clang!
Pa!
Zuo Leng's sword pierced Ling Xiao's body!
It actually splashed out a few sparks, but there was no effect at all.
Ling Xiao's fist blasted on Zuo Leng's body. The sound was very loud, but there was no effect at all.
Zuo Leng sneered again and again. Not only did he not withdraw his sword, but his attacks became even more fierce.
Anyway, he already knew that Ling Xiao couldn't hurt him. In that case, what was there to be afraid of?
Let's see whose body would collapse first.
Clang Clang Clang Clang Clang …
For a moment.
Ling Xiao and Zuo Leng didn't dodge at all. They just stood there and attacked each other.
Both of them didn't know how many times they had been attacked. Almost every inch of their body was taken care of.
Zuo Leng's sword even pierced Ling Xiao's throat a few times.
Ling Xiao's fist also blasted a few times on Zuo Leng's head.
The onlookers couldn't accept it for a moment. This kind of crazy fighting style was really not something that anyone dared to try.
They didn't defend or dodge.
It was a completely back and forth exchange of attacks. This scene was really strange.
"Two lunatics, even if you beat me to death, I don't want to fight with them!"
"That's right. Their defense is too terrifying. I reckon that our attacks will be no different from scratching an itch on their bodies."
"Zuo Leng cultivates the Heavenly Black Flame Divine Art. What kind of martial arts cultivation method does Ling Xiao cultivate? Why does it not seem inferior to Zuo Leng?"
"Who knows, it's definitely not the 'Nine Transformation Golden Body Technique'!"
"This kid has too many secrets. It's not good to provoke him."
Seeing this, even Master Baiyun was a little regretful.
Ling Xiao's performance was completely beyond his expectations.
He wasn't thinking about losing face, but if Ling Xiao really died like this, it would also be a loss.
"Sigh, if only I stopped them from coming to the Life and Death Cliff."
He sighed, but in the end he didn't stop them. He only felt pity for Ling Xiao, but it wasn't to the point where he had to protect him.
If it was Zuo Leng or Ming Tian who encountered such danger, he would definitely save them.
They exchanged another fifty moves.
After a hundred moves, Zuo Leng was obviously a little anxious.
He couldn't take down Ling Xiao with his early ninth level Martial Vein cultivation. This made his anger grow stronger and stronger.
Ling Xiao's defense was really beyond his expectations. It seemed that the level of his defense martial arts was definitely not lower than his.
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