In the middle of the arena, Qin Lang and Meng Yongyuan stood at opposite ends. The spiritual power in their bodies was surging wildly. At the edge of the arena, an early Gold Core stage cultivator stood solemnly as the referee.
"If one side concedes, the battle will stop immediately. Otherwise, I will intervene. Do you understand?" The Gold Core stage cultivator said in a deep voice, looking at the two of them.
"Understood!" The two of them replied at the same time.
"Then, let's begin!"
Following the referee's order, Meng Yongyuan stepped on the ground and quickly rushed in Qin Lang's direction. The moment he stretched out his right hand, a long sword was already in his hand. There was a golden light rippling on it.
Qin Lang's pupils moved slightly. As he moved forward, the information that Chen Mo had told him before rang in his mind.
"Meng Yongyuan's cultivation is at the middle Foundation Establishment stage. He has a metal attribute spiritual root. Like his master, Lin Yan, he is good at using the sword. His swordsmanship is agile and unpredictable. It contains a sharp killing intent of the metal attribute. If you are not careful, you will be hit! Moreover, he is good at both offense and defense. It is very difficult for ordinary people to get close to him! "
"A nimble cultivator?" Qin Lang thought to himself. The moment he stretched out his right hand, a long sword appeared in his storage ring. A fiery light immediately spread over the entire sword.
"Hmph, you dare to use a sword in front of me? Showing off in front of an expert!" Meng Yongyuan's face showed a touch of disdain. The sword in his hand suddenly changed. The sword that was originally cutting horizontally suddenly stabbed towards Qin Lang's throat.
After Qin Lang dodged to the side, the long sword in his right hand flashed and he slashed towards Meng Yongyuan. However, his opponent easily dodged it, as if he had already seen through Qin Lang's move.
After his attack failed, Qin Lang retreated. However, Meng Yongyuan's sword followed closely behind and forced him back.
Peng!
The two swords collided. Qin Lang was shaken by the force of the collision and was forced back.
"Hmph, with your ability to use a sword, you still dare to use it to make a fool of yourself. You better use your lightning attribute quickly. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't have a chance!" Meng Yongyuan sneered.
In just one move, he had already judged Qin Lang's approximate strength. Whether it was in terms of swordsmanship or spiritual power, Qin Lang was completely suppressed by him. There was no suspense at all.
If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to force Qin Lang to use his thunder attribute magic, he would have had the chance to seriously injure Qin Lang. However, in order to prevent Qin Lang from giving up after being seriously injured, he didn't do that. He just kept using his sword moves, forcing Qin Lang to retreat step by step.
"Are we going to lose?" Looking at the fierce battle on the stage, several people from Xiaoling Peak were anxious. They could see that Qin Lang's swordsmanship was not brilliant, even clumsy. He was no match for a master like Meng Yongyuan. Moreover, Qin Lang's cultivation was one level lower than Meng Yongyuan's. No matter how they looked at it, it seemed that Qin Lang would lose.
However, Bu Lianshi, who was watching all this, was extremely calm. Her expression didn't change at all because she knew that Qin Lang had not used many of his magic skills during this period of time. He was just looking for an opportunity to kill.
"Young Master, Qin Lang's strength seems to be just so-so. His swordsmanship is pitifully weak. If we don't take into account his thunder attribute, any one of us can defeat him. There is no suspense in this battle!" A practitioner beside Lin Yan said.
Hearing this, Lin Yan just frowned and didn't say anything because he felt that something was wrong. However, he was also sure that Qin Lang didn't hide his swordsmanship. His swordsmanship was so bad that it couldn't be faked. This contradictory thought made him a little uneasy.
The roars on the stage continued to sound. The sword light of the metal attribute flashed continuously like a butterfly piercing through needles. Every time it flashed, countless rocks in the martial arts field were blasted apart. The whole battlefield seemed to be completely under Meng Yongyuan's control, suppressing Bai Lingzi and Qin Lang so much that they couldn't raise their heads.
"Damn, he's too weak. What a disappointment …"
"What kind of Bai Lingzi is this? He's not even as strong as me. He's going to embarrass himself. What a joke!"
"You made me come all the way here and you only showed me this. Damn …"
…
Countless curses were heard from below the stage. The battle so far was too different from what they had imagined!
They had thought that no matter how weak Qin Lang was, he should be extraordinary since he could become Bai Lingzi. However, they didn't expect that he would be suppressed by his follower and forced to flee from the martial arts field. It was extremely disappointing.
Other than Lin Yan, the other Bai Lingzi also frowned. The way they looked at Qin Lang slowly changed from fear to ridicule. In their eyes, Qin Lang was no longer qualified to be their opponent.
However, at this moment, Qin Lang, who had been dodging in the field, had a cold glint in his eyes. The opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.
Buzz! Meng Yongyuan stabbed with his sword and a golden light instantly erupted.
He didn't hold back this time. As Qin Lang hadn't used the thunder attribute, he had lost his patience and was ready to go all out to seriously injure Qin Lang first.
However, at the moment when Meng Yongyuan attacked with all his might, countless purple thunderbolts suddenly erupted from Qin Lang's body. The next moment, Qin Lang threw the long sword in his hand away. His hands quickly formed a seal and he suddenly disappeared under Meng Yongyuan's golden sword light.
"Thunder Technique, Thunder Flash!"
Boom! A loud explosion resounded throughout the entire martial arts field. The ground made of rocks exploded when Qin Lang stepped on it. Countless rocks flew and smashed into the crowd below the stage. The crowd intuitively saw a sudden flash of purple light in front of their eyes. Then, they couldn't see anything.
"How could it be …" Meng Yongyuan was stunned. He thought that he was hallucinating. The figure that was about to be stabbed by his golden sword light suddenly appeared in front of him. His entire body was bathed in purple thunderbolts. He looked like the God of Death. A pair of bright eyes flashed with a terrifying chill. It was an undisguised murderous intent.
"He wants to kill me!!!"
This was the most direct reaction in Meng Yongyuan's mind. Subconsciously, he wanted to admit defeat. Unfortunately, it was already too late. Qin Lang had waited for so long so that he wouldn't have the chance to admit defeat.
The next moment, Qin Lang's heavy fist, which was covered with thunderbolts, directly hit Meng Yongyuan's chest. The violent thunder attribute spiritual power poured out like a river and crazily poured into Meng Yongyuan's chest. Not only did it directly penetrate his heart, it even blocked the words of admitting defeat that were in his throat.
Boom!
Meng Yongyuan's body suddenly hit the ground. Purple thunderbolts spread throughout his entire body. Even though he was already dead, they still didn't stop eroding. His eyes were strangely wide open, but there wasn't the slightest focus. His distorted face was full of disbelief and horror.
All the noise in the martial arts field stopped abruptly. The scene of thousands of people became so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Everyone looked at the stage in shock, at the young man bathed in purple thunderbolts.
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