In the first encounter, Lieying did not hit Lianzhen, but was dodged by the opponent's lightning speed. The sword slashed in the air with unabated momentum, creating a huge ripple. It fell to the ground and smashed a huge gully about a hundred meters long. Countless bricks and stones were crushed, and a palace was cut off by one third. Fortunately, this place was inside the imperial palace and no one lived there, so no casualties were caused.

After the first attack failed, Lieying changed his moves. The ancient sword condensed with white light, becoming less heavy and more sharp and light. Then he chopped like a storm. The sword's force was like a tangled hemp, submerging Lianzhen's figure.

The dazzling sword light was flying in the air, and the lightning was flowing in it, which was dazzling.

At the beginning, Lian Zhen could still dodge easily by relying on his speed, but as the confrontation continued, the pressure of such lightning became greater and greater. Finally, he simply slowed down and fought with the opponent with all his strength. For a moment, metal rang and exploded continuously in the air. Then, an extremely thick lightning burst out, exploded along the big sword, and submerged the Fierce Eagle.

After the dazzling white light flashed, although Lie Ying was not defeated, most of his clothes were torn, his hair was much less, and it was burnt and broken, and his appearance was miserable. Although he was not seriously injured, the attack method that made him look so embarrassing made him even more angry.

"Shi Gan's divine striking technique!"

He let out a loud shout, then raised his brows, his expression becoming extremely majestic and oppressive, and solid and unchanging, like a stone statue, and his body was covered with a layer of grayish-white light, and when attacks landed on it, they were bounced off, and it was extremely solid.

With the help of this secret technique, the exploding lightning between Lian Zhen's palms had almost no effect on it. They were all avoided by the gray-white stone. Its defense power almost increased by several levels. With the attack ineffective, Lian Zhen began to fall into a passive position. Facing the opponent's stiff but rapid slash, he had to dodge from time to time, which was quite depressing.

After going back and forth like this for a few times, a surge of rage built up in Lian Zhen's heart, and he simply used the blood-burning secret technique of 'Tiger Roaring in the Nine Desolate Mountains'. He no longer used thunder and lightning dances, but instead used the most brutal and direct boxing. His powerful fists could almost crush stones into powder, and he smashed towards the Fierce Eagle with a dull whistling sound. The two of them kept on like this, you hit me with a punch, I hit you with a sword, exchanging injuries.

The stone pieces shattered, the bones were shattered, and Lieying was beaten to the point of spitting blood. Lianzhen was not having a good time either. The heavy and sharp sword opened a long gash in his bronze and tough flesh, and blood flowed everywhere.

In just a few seconds, the two of them were almost in a state of mutual destruction.