"Just you? You want to stop me?!" The monster-level disciple couldn't help but sneer and mock when he heard what Dai Xiuzhu said.

After saying that, the monster-level disciple raised his palm and hit Dai Xiuzhu's chest. With a "bang", Dai Xiuzhu was instantly knocked to the ground.

"puff--"

Dai Xiuzhu spat out a mouthful of turbid blood, and the long sword in his hand was knocked away.

"Senior Brother Dai!" Feng Xinglan exclaimed in surprise, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He didn't expect that Dai Xiuzhu would actually buy time for him and Yan Chen in this way.

The monster-level old disciple sneered, "I will take the heads of the three of you and use your blood to erase the stigma of our Tianxu Immortal Academy."

After saying this, he unleashed all his pressure.

boom!

The powerful pressure pinned Feng Xinglan and the other two to the spot, making it impossible for them to resist.

Just as the monster-level old disciple raised his sword to chop off Yan Chen's head, his expression suddenly changed and he stared at his hands.

I saw that the hand holding the sword was locked by a light blue halo spell.

"who?!"

The monster-level old disciple was furious. He followed the source of the power and saw that the person controlling the aperture technique was Zhongli Wuyuan.

Zhongli Wuyuan's face was pale, and he seemed to have used up all his strength to stop the monster-level old disciple's actions.

The monster-level old disciple stared at Zhongli Wuyuan with a sinister look in his eyes, "Oh, you're courting death!"

His strength suddenly surged, and he broke free from the light circle spell set by Zhongli Wuyuan. He flashed towards Zhongli Wuyuan and raised his sword to stab Zhongli Wuyuan in the heart.

"Zhongli!"

At that critical moment, a silver sword suddenly appeared in mid-air. It was so fast that its shadow was almost invisible. With a "swoosh", it pierced through the heart of the monster-level disciple!

The pupils of that monster-level disciple suddenly shrank, and blood kept flowing out of his mouth.

He raised his hand with difficulty, and touched his heart with trembling fingers. His fingertips were covered with warm blood.

“Who…is that…”

Before the monster-level disciple could finish his words, his body fell to the ground helplessly.

With a bang.

The owner of this silver sword was Yun Zheng. The moment she was distracted and swung out the sword, her back was exposed and was hit hard by Long Junhao.

Bang!

Yun Zheng felt a sharp pain in her back, causing her face to turn pale for a moment.

"Zheng Zheng!" Feng Xinglan and others couldn't help but shout out in worry.

Yun Zheng quickly stood up, endured the pain, dodged Long Junhao's attack, and asked loudly: "Can you still hold on?"

Zhongli Wuyuan: "Of course."

Feng Xinglan stood up with difficulty, his fingers slowly clasping the hilt of his sword. A resolute look lingered in his cold brows as he spoke word for word, "In Fengyun, there's no precedent for letting a companion fight alone."

Yan Chen also struggled to stand up. His face was pale and his handsome face was stained with blood, but he still maintained a gentle smile.

"I can hold on."

Mu Yin was also being beaten, unable to split his attention, but he still shouted: "I am the most resilient, I can hold on until the end of the game!"

When Yun Zheng heard these words and recalled the previous battles, her eyes became extremely determined.

She smiled and said, "Then keep fighting!"

She didn't summon the cubs to help because she believed they could stand on their own, and she believed even more in their abilities, and she also believed that they would become stronger with each battle.

Her friends in the wind and cloud world have never been weak.

Long Junhao found their conversation ridiculous. He looked at Yun Zheng and said, "We can't win. We can't win. Human physical and spiritual strength have limits. It's obvious that they're close to their limits. As long as they fall, we monsters will chop off their heads!"

"You might as well persuade them to leave the ring sooner. Wouldn't that be safer?"

There was a hint of confusion and cold-blooded sarcasm in Long Junhao's tone.

Yun Zheng raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled, looking amazing. "But, people will break through their limits again and again."

Long Junhao scoffed at this view.

Afterwards, he decided to show his true strength. He wanted to get rid of Yun Zheng quickly. The longer he delayed, the greater the changes might be!

With a "boom", Long Junhao was covered by a layer of golden light. In an instant, he looked like a "golden Buddha statue".

His aura of power became stronger.

Yun Zheng's eyes flashed when she saw this.

His defensive and offensive abilities have improved, I'm afraid he's really going to get serious!

Long Junhao raised both hands, and a seal instantly appeared in the air.

He growled.

"Eight Styles of Dragon Fist, a dragon swimming in the sky!"

As the words fell, eight golden dragon phantoms suddenly appeared on the stage, and they attacked Yun Zheng in an unstoppable manner at an extremely terrifying speed.

Yun Zheng's eyes narrowed, and she immediately raised her palm to fight back.

"Four Heavenly Divine Seal!"

Boom boom boom——

The two forces collided suddenly, and eight golden dragon phantoms and a huge palm print continued to collide with each other, and the entire arena was shaking.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, the ground between Yun Zheng and Long Junhao began to crack, as if it could not withstand the crazy squeezing of the two forces and exploded.

Yun Zheng continuously used the spiritual power in her body to support the 'Si Tian Divine Seal'.

Long Junhao's eyes changed slightly. She actually caught it?

Yun Zheng is indeed a rare genius, but his power is far more than that. He wants to let Yun Zheng know what a real monster is!

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