Chapter 220

In fact, with Lin Xuan's true strength.

Don't talk about Zhou Wenhao this time, even Zhang Yuchen, he was able to suppress with a single punch while only using his physical strength.

However, Lin Xuan doesn't want to reveal too much strength yet.

Just to cover it up, this punch used martial arts.

In an instant, a punch was blasted out, and the violent punch was stirred up, turning into a huge air cannon fist mark several meters in size and flying out.

At the same time, an unparalleled arrogance emerged.

It was as if Lin Xuan had turned into an invincible overlord.

The power is terrifying.

Even with Zhou Wenhao's full blow, the three great moods and the spread of power all froze, unable to get closer to Lin Xuan by ten meters.

At the next moment, under the attention of everyone on the field, Lin Xuan's fist, wrapped in unparalleled arrogance, slammed on the huge sword light that was tens of feet tall and carried three artistic concepts.

Although the domineering air cannon fist print is only a few meters long, it is far inferior to the huge sword glow in terms of size.

But above the power and influence, it is not inferior at all, even a lot.

boom!

Suddenly, a terrifying explosion spread.

Sweeping circles visible to the naked eye, the terrifying ripples of power spread out in all directions.

This time, not only the people below the spirit realm, but even the spectators on the first and second floors of the spirit realm couldn't bear it.

I only felt a burst of tinnitus, pain in the eardrum, and a surge of Qi and blood.

I almost couldn't help it, and wanted to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The high-level leaders of the major forces around, and the warriors in the middle stage of the spirit realm and above, quickly dispersed their power, offsetting most of it.

Only then did he recover.

Everyone looked at the two on the ring, and they were even more horrified.

It's just the aftermath of hard regret that has such power.

How terrifying the real power must be, they can't even imagine it.

His eyes turned to the arena again.

Lin Xuan's expression was still indifferent, while Zhou Wenhao's expression changed drastically.

In the high sky, Lin Xuan's extremely domineering air cannon fist imprint stopped Zhou Wenhao's huge sword light again.

Needless to say, this time it was covered with cracks like spider webs.

boom!

There was a deafening explosion sound.

Zhou Wenhao's so-called strongest blow against Zhang Yuchen, the huge sword light condensed, shattered like a cracker.

It turned into endless heaven and earth aura and dissipated away.

But Lin Xuan's air cannon fist, which exudes incomparable arrogance, is slightly smaller in size, with unabated power and speed, and continues to crush Zhou Wenhao.

Wherever it passes, the surrounding air is instantly crushed into endless powder.

The power is terrifying.

opposite.

Wow.

Zhou Wenhao couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The huge sword glow he struck with all his strength was shattered, and he also suffered a backlash, and suffered serious injuries in an instant.

Looking at Lin Xuan, he was full of horror:

"How is it possible? How can you be so strong?!"

He never imagined that he used the strongest sword style, and under the three major artistic concepts he had comprehended, he struck with all his strength.

Not only did Lin Xuan fail to retreat, but he couldn't even make Lin Xuan take a step back.

On the contrary, his own attack was easily shattered, and the injury was serious.

Such a big gap, as if he was at the Kailing Realm, while Lin Xuan was at the Spiritual Yuan Realm.

rather than the other way around.

The strength that Lin Xuan displayed at this time was no longer at his level, but far surpassed him.

Zhou Wenhao was also horrified by Lin Xuan's strength and talent, and couldn't help himself.

But at this moment, he woke up in an instant.

His hair stood on end, his back was sweating, and his whole body trembled.

Because, he felt a deadly threat.

Impressively, it came from Lin Xuan's incomparably domineering air cannon fist.

"Lingyun Miekong!"

"Lingyun sword!"

"..."

Zhou Wenhao's face was heavy, and several more sword glows slashed out, landing on the domineering air cannon fist.

clang clang clang...

The sound of metal clashing continued to be heard.

But all the sword glows only slightly reduced the power of the air cannon fist.

But it was never able to damage it.

On the contrary, it was the sword light that was broken by the force of the countershock.

"Not good! This fist seal is too strong! It can't be achieved in the early stage of the spirit realm!

Definitely reached the middle stage of the Spiritual Realm! "

Zhou Wenhao's complexion also changed again.

After several blows, it only slowed down the speed of the domineering air cannon fist.

But as the air cannon approached, the sense of deadly threat increased instead of diminished.

At this moment, Zhou Wenhao still doesn't understand.

In this battle, he not only lost completely.

Moreover, he was far from being Lin Xuan's opponent. If he wanted to meet Lin Xuan's fist mark, he might at least be the result of a serious injury.

Even dying in the arena is not impossible.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that this was the truth.

After Zhou Wenhao's complexion changed for a while, he finally made a decision.

Instead of resisting with his sword, he turned around and fled to the ring.

Although this is a bit embarrassing.

But for the sake of some so-called face, it caused serious injuries and damaged the foundation.

It is very likely that they will not even be able to participate in the Xuanyuan Ranking Competition in a month's time.

That would be a big loss.

In contrast, it is clear which is more important.

He naturally knows how to choose.

As a spiritual realm, the speed is naturally extremely fast.

In an instant, Zhou Wenhao flew hundreds of meters away from the ring.

And the domineering air cannon fist, without Zhou Wenhao's resistance, continued downward and landed on the ring.

Boom!

A terrifying sound spread in all directions.

The entire square trembled as if an earthquake had occurred.

All the spectators in the square screamed in agony, fell to the ground like dumplings, and were extremely chaotic.

In the surrounding stands, many martial artists with weaker cultivation bases turned their backs on their backs and almost fell off the stands.

Fortunately, the top leaders of the major forces saw this and rushed to take action, and it was barely stabilized.

At this moment, in the entire square, there were screams, exclamations, and the sound of hitting the ground, all kinds of sounds were mixed.

Coupled with the smoke and dust, it became a mess.

Even Zhou Wenhao, who fled hundreds of meters away, was affected by the aftermath.

The qi and blood continued to roll, and he spit out a mouthful of blood again, adding three points to the injury.

It was even more shocking by Lin Xuan's strength.

"Quiet!"

At this time, a stern shout came out, like a thunderclap.

In an instant, all the voices on the field were suppressed.

Impressively, in the east stand, the suzerain of the Yangyuan Sect, the number one powerhouse in the Chiri Region, and the only Yuanhai Realm existence, Zhang Xing made a move.

Zhang Xing also looked a little ugly.

He, Yang Yuanzong, has presided over the Scarlet Sun Territory Competition countless times, but it has become so chaotic that he almost couldn't maintain order. This is the first time.

Immediately, Zhang Xing waved his hand, and a violent hurricane emerged, scattering the smoke and dust that filled the square.

The scene on the square is revealed to everyone.