The huge sword in the air fell like a mountain collapsing, and the air around it seemed to be sucked out, making a huge whistling sound.

A strong gust of spiritual energy suddenly arose, and the outer disciples on the sidelines were almost blown off their feet, and everyone's faces changed drastically.

"He actually used his cultivation at the peak of foundation building to launch a fourth-level golden elixir attack!"

"What kind of talent is this?!"

"Is this Zhang Ling's true strength?"

"Unstoppable! No one can stop this sword!"

"Brother!" Liusu screamed, and now even she was a little worried.

My son-in-law has never encountered the fourth level of Golden Elixir!

"Friend He!" Mo Xiaolan next to him also clenched her fists with a serious expression.

Ruomei in the distance was filled with murderous intent. If Qin Gengyun was in danger, she would take action even if her identity was exposed.

“Well done!”

Everyone was shocked, but Qin Gengyun shouted loudly, protecting his head with his arms, his muscles bulged and his clothes were almost torn apart.

At this time, the huge sword was already above his head.

Under the giant sword that was several meters long, Qin Gengyun looked so small, as if he would be crushed into dust in the next moment.

In an instant, all sounds disappeared, and everyone stared at the giant sword and the people resisting below.

boom!

The tip of the sword, which was wider than a human body, finally pierced Qin Gengyun's body, making a loud bang.

For a moment, the ground shook, dust flew, and strong winds blew!

The hair of the people around was blown up.

When the dust gradually settled, Qin Gengyun was seen holding his arms against the tip of the huge sword, without even taking a single step back.

The giant sword and the flesh and blood body were in a stalemate!

Zhang Ling in the air had an unnatural blush on his face. It was obvious that using this move had put quite a strain on him. He shouted loudly and pointed his finger downwards like a sword.

The giant sword kept trembling, trying to crush down.

Qin Gengyun also shouted loudly, and stopped retreating after his feet sank half an inch into the ground. He raised his arms with all his strength and slowly lifted the giant sword up.

Bang bang bang!

His clothes burst open, revealing his explosive iron muscles and overflowing hormones, which dazzled the surrounding female disciples.

"Wow! So big and hard!"

"I really want to touch it!"

"This is what a man is!"

Liusu was also stunned. Oh my god, my brother-in-law’s muscles have grown bigger again.

Mo Xiaolan's cheeks turned slightly red. It was the second time she saw Qin Gengyun shirtless.

Recalling the time when we first met in the narrow rain alley, he was dressed in simple cloth and couldn't even afford a decent robe. He sat in front of the night stall on a snowy night, thin and pale.

Compared with his current muscular and brave appearance, he seems like a completely different person.

It must be thanks to Fellow Daoist Qiu that he has undergone such a big change.

So my choice was right, Fellow Daoist Qiu is the most suitable person for him.

A smile appeared on Mo Xiaolan's face, and her clear eyes reflected Qin Gengyun's strong and brave figure at this moment.

boom!

With a loud bang, the huge sword was pushed back by Qin Gengyun and flew back into the air, shrinking continuously, and finally turned back into the normal-sized Yunjuan Sword, which was caught by Zhang Ling.

At this moment, Zhang Ling's face was pale, and the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly. The previous attack was prepared by him for Zhao Zhen, but he didn't expect that he would be forced to use it on He Zhiqiu.

And even if he used this move by force, he was unable to defeat He Zhiqiu.

Now he urgently needed a moment to recover the spiritual power surging in his body.

However, the next moment Qin Gengyun appeared in front of him with an iron rod in his hand.

This kind of iron stick is a common low-grade magic weapon on Huashen Peak. It just has a magic circle drawn on it, which increases its power a little bit.

It is far inferior to immortal weapons like the Yunjuan Sword, but at this moment, being held high up by Qin Gengyun, whose muscles are made of iron, there is actually a sense of oppression as if a god or demon has come to the world.

Wei Shouyuan on the high platform stared: "How could He Zhiqiu be so perceptive?"

The outer disciples did not understand this, but the several peak masters present naturally understood it.

Zhang Ling's cultivation is outstanding among this group of disciples, but his experience in fighting is still shallow.

When facing disciples of the same level, he naturally has the advantage.

But He Zhiqiu is different. He has obviously experienced life-and-death duels, and his fighting experience is totally incomparable to that of ordinary disciples.

Zhang Ling is like a good student with excellent character and academic performance, while He Zhiqiu is a wild student who changed his career halfway.

Zhang Ling's fighting style was very methodical, but He Zhiqiu did not play by the rules. He had a keen sense of smell and saw that Zhang Ling was in a period of time when he could not catch his breath, so he seized the opportunity and did not give him time to recover.

Qin Gengyun smashed down with his iron rod, and Zhang Ling quickly raised his sword to block it.

The Yunjuan Sword is an immortal weapon, so it is naturally not afraid of this kind of low-grade magic weapon, but Qin Gengyun didn't care about that at all and just kept smashing it.

Zhang Ling wanted to create some distance, but Qin Gengyun didn't give him any chance and just kept chasing him and hammering him.

The current situation is just like the game in Qin Gengyun's previous life, where a ranged mage or shooter was approached by a berserker and could not escape at all.

For a moment, sticks were flying and the two men were fighting in the air with ping-pong sounds, which was very lively.

A group of outer disciples looked up at the two great gods fighting in close combat in the air like common peddlers, not at all the carefree and elegant demeanor that a cultivator should have.

Especially He Zhiqiu, who was bare-chested and waving a stick, beating people and laughing at the same time, like a pig killer.

Even Senior Brother Zhang Ling, the great master in white robes, was led astray by him. He swung his sword and shouted from time to time, turning himself into an ordinary swordsman among the mortals.

“Puff!”

Liusu suddenly laughed:

"My brother is so mean, he's almost driving others to death."

A smile also appeared on Mo Xiaolan's face, and she looked a lot more relaxed than before.

They all saw that Zhang Ling was now at the end of his strength.

It was also very frustrating. Zhang Ling should have a lot of killer moves, but Qin Gengyun chased him at close range and attacked him, so he had no time to catch his breath and naturally could not use those moves.

At this moment, he could only be dragged into the close combat that the monks despised the most, just like a proud white swan being dragged into a quagmire, with its wings stuck in the mud.

How could I not feel frustrated when I couldn't display all my skills?

"ah!!"

Zhang Ling's face turned red, and he shouted loudly, swinging his sword to force Qin Gengyun to retreat, but he was bullied by him. The Yunjuan Sword chopped on the strong chest, causing sparks to fly.

Then a stick hit Zhang Ling on the head.

Instantly, all movement stopped.

Zhang Ling froze for a moment, his eyes rolled back, and he fell straight from the air, landing heavily on the ground with a bang.

The hands and feet still seemed to be twitching.

Someone came forward curiously to check and exclaimed:

"Senior Brother Zhang is foaming at the mouth!"

"Waste!" Wei Shouyuan's mouth twitched. Zhang Ling was his most promising outer sect disciple. He had originally planned to make an exception and promote him to the inner sect after the outer sect competition.

Just now he even wanted to snatch Ruomei from Danxia Peak and make her Zhang Ling's Taoist partner.

At this time, Wei Shouyuan suddenly remembered that Ye Xiyue had just said that Zhang Ling might not be able to be a Taoist partner with any female disciple.

Suddenly my face felt hot.

Where did Ye Xiyue find this little monster?