"So powerful!" The crowd exclaimed in shock when they felt the power of the palm strike.
Xiang Yiru was indeed very powerful. His palm strike was as powerful as a mountain, causing the space within a radius of ten thousand meters to tremble.
Nie Tian's pupils constricted slightly as he was taken aback.
He speculated that Xiang Yiru's strength was on par with Hua Muque, the Seventh Sect's Hall of Law Enforcement.
In the air, Chang Yufeng did not panic in the slightest as he faced Xiang Yiru's violent palm strike. Instead, he moved and the curtain of rain around him suddenly spread out.
In an instant, countless raindrops appeared in the air, filling up the space within a radius of ten thousand meters. It was as if it was raining.
Strangely, the raindrops did not fall to the ground. Instead, they surrounded Chang Yufeng as if they had a life of their own.
"Whoosh!" In the next moment, the terrifying palm descended. The moment it came into contact with the boundless curtain of rain, it suddenly shook. After that, it instantly crumbled in the air and turned into a violent force that dissipated.
"This …" The sudden and strange scene caused everyone to suck in a breath of cold air. They did not know what was going on in front of them.
"Hmm?" Xiang Yiru steadied himself. He was also very surprised.
Chang Yufeng smiled Cold and said arrogantly, "Xiang Yiru, is this all you've got? That's all you've got. It's a shame that I, Chang Yufeng, am on the same level as you! "
"Chang Yufeng, you …" Xiang Yiru felt a tightness in his chest after being humiliated by Chang Yufeng. He was speechless.
Nie Tian could not help but smile when he saw this. He thought to himself, "This guy called Chang Yufeng is quite interesting. The barrier he formed looks pretty strong."
He could tell that the curtain of rain around Chang Yufeng was actually a barrier.
Xiang Yiru's palm strike had forcefully landed on the barrier. It would be strange if it did not shatter!
"Xiang Yiru, do you really think you can win Xin 'er's heart with your strength?" Chang Yufeng smiled Cold. He then looked at Zi Zhuxin and said loudly, "Miss Xin 'er, Xiang Yiru was rude to you just now. How do you want to punish him? Kill him? Or cripple him? "
His arrogant voice was extremely arrogant.
In Chang Yufeng's eyes, there was a faint murderous intent.
When the crowd felt Chang Yu Feng's killing intent, their faces changed and their expressions became complicated.
They thought that Chang Yufeng and Xiang Yiru were just playing around.
Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, it would develop into a life and death battle?
"Chang Yufeng, you are too arrogant!" Just then, Xiang Yiru let out a furious roar as his aura burst forth. A black wooden sword appeared in his hand as his eyes emitted a chilling aura.
"Hmm?" When Nie Tian saw the black wooden sword in Xiang Yiru's hand, he felt a dark aura, causing his expression to change.
He could tell that the black wooden sword in Xiang Yiru's hand was not made of a Nascent Spirit, but a kind of bloodline power.
Condensing a sword with the power of his bloodline, Xiang Yiru was clearly prepared to fight to the death.
Zi Zhuxin was stunned. She did not expect Chang Yufeng and Xiang Yiru to have a life-and-death battle.
"Are we really going to fight to the death?" Chang Yu Feng looked at Xiang Yi Ru Coldly, with a strange look in his eyes.
"What do you think?" Xiang Yiru was infuriated as he said in a deep voice, "You forced me to use my Bloodline Sword. Even if you don't die today, you will!"
As soon as he finished his words, Xiang Yiru's figure moved and the Bloodline Sword stabbed out. A black ray of light whizzed out like a bolt of black lightning towards Chang Yufeng.
Chang Yufeng's eyes narrowed as the curtain of rain around him turned into a shield.
"Bang!" The next moment, the black sword ray landed but was blocked by the shield of rain. A muffled sound could be heard in the air as the sword ray shattered into pieces.
However, Chang Yufeng's figure trembled slightly as he took a few steps back.
"Not bad, this is getting interesting." Chang Yufeng steadied himself and his lips twitched as he let out a cold laugh.
Seeing this, the crowd's eyes darkened and their faces were filled with confusion.
Xiang Yiru's sword intent did not look strong. Why was it able to repel Chang Yufeng?
"What a strange sword intent!" Nie Tian stared at Xiang Yiru as his eyes narrowed. He was shocked.
Xiang Yiru's level of sword arts was not considered strong. He was only at the advanced level of the Integration of Sword and Martial Arts.
This level was nothing to a martial artist at the peak of the Half Step Realm.
However, Xiang Yiru's sword intent was very strange. It seemed to have a strong penetrating power and was able to penetrate Chang Yufeng's barrier and cause damage to him.
Chang Yufeng's retreat was caused by the impact of the sword intent.
"Chang Yufeng, you will die today!" Xiang Yiru smiled coldly as his eyes were filled with murderous intent. Suddenly, his figure moved and a vast amount of sword intent surged out from his body. In an instant, his entire body turned into a dark abyss.
"Boom!" In the next moment, Xiang Yiru stabbed out with his sword. The Bloodline Sword emitted a black sword shadow that was a few thousand meters long. Like a giant beast, it headed straight for Chang Yufeng.
"Watch out!" The crowd below could not help but yell in fear.
Chang Yufeng's reaction was extremely fast. The rain around him instantly condensed into three walls of rain, blocking in front of him.
"Kaboom!"
"Kaboom!"
"Kaboom!"
The giant black sword shadow was like a black dragon that soared into the sky. The three walls of rain in front of Chang Yufeng crumbled into pieces.
"Bang!" In the next moment, a muffled sound could be heard. Chang Yufeng's figure was sent flying before he was engulfed by the boundless black sword intent and disappeared without a trace.
The sudden turn of events caused everyone's eyes to widen in astonishment.
Who would have thought that Chang Yufeng's curtain of rain that looked so powerful would be so fragile.
Zi Zhuxin was stunned by the scene in the sky. Her face stiffened and she was speechless for a long time.
"HAHAHA!" Xiang Yiru's maniacal laughter could be heard from the sky. His expression was arrogant as he said, "Chang Yufeng, you are one of the top five geniuses, but you are just a piece of trash."
"You want to compete with me for my woman? You are seeking death!"
The arrogant voice echoed throughout the sky, displaying Xiang Yiru's arrogance.
At this moment, Nie Tian was looking up into the sky with a confused expression on his face.
Although he was tens of thousands of meters away from Chang Yufeng, he could sense that the latter's barrier was strong and would not be destroyed by Xiang Yiru's sword.
Chang Yufeng's strength should not be this weak.
"What a cunning man." Just as Nie Tian was in the midst of his confusion, he heard the voice of Fat Cat in his Divine Sense.
"Hmm?" Nie Tian was startled. His eyes flickered as he came to a realization.
"Xiang Yiru, die!" At that moment, a cold voice could be heard from the sky.
"Whoosh!" Immediately, a sharp blade formed from a curtain of water appeared out of nowhere and lunged at Xiang Yiru like a ghost.
The water curtain was eerie. It appeared in an instant and was extremely murderous.
Xiang Yiru was still immersed in the joy of his victory and could not react in time.
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