In the woods.
The sky where the sun was originally shining was now covered with dark clouds and thunder was rolling.
Broken flowers and fallen leaves were flying all over the sky. The palms of Li Xingyun and Zhang Xuanling met, and the aftermath of the fierce internal energy set off a burst of flying sand and rocks.
The stones on the roadside fluctuated irregularly due to the strong inner strength of the two people, and then broke into pieces, gradually turning into powder and dissipating in the wind.
The purple thunder all over Zhang Xuanling was dazzling, and the thunder filled every place in this space, like a thunder god in the sky, changing the heavenly phenomena in a rage.
Li Xingyun's whole body Zhiyang's inner energy gathered into bursts of body-protecting Gangfeng, and the golden aura around him was strong. From a distance, he looked like a god with golden light all over his body. The Seven Star Art and Tiangang Art's inner energy were pushed to the extreme. , fighting against the thunderous breaths.
"Brother Li! What should we do now!?
How can I help you, help him? Zhang Zifan asked, looking at Li Xingyun who was in a stalemate with Zhang Xuanling.
"Brother Zhang, don't worry. By the way, stay away." Li Xingyun stared at Zhang Xuanling in front of him with his golden eyes, and said to Zhang Zifan.
Don't worry, I will definitely help you bring your biological father back.
After a stalemate for a while, Li Xingyun and Zhang Xuanling retreated violently. Zhang Xuanling retreated a foot away, while Li Xingyun took four or five steps back than him to stabilize his body.
Even if each of the five Yama Lords had spent about thirty years refining their internal energy through the Qi Sutra, and their skills had greatly increased, it was still not easy to stand up to Zhang Xuanling.
In this world, those with strong internal strength have an absolute advantage over those with weak internal strength. There is no such thing as a leapfrog challenge. High talent and strong skills only mean that the internal strength grows faster than others.
If he had the strength at the peak of his previous life, it would not be difficult to suppress Zhang Xuanling, who had been crazy for many years.
"Sixteen years ago, you repelled the Xuanming Sect's attack, but your son was..." As soon as Li Xingyun finished speaking, Zhang Xuanling roared, holding a thunderbolt in his hand, and bullied him again.
Li Xingyun used defense as offense, retreat as advance, and the two of them fought back and forth with Zhang Xuanling.
After a few moves with fists and kicks, Li Xingyun jumped up and landed firmly on the top of a big tree. With Qinggong, his body barely put any pressure on the tree, as if he was floating on the tree out of thin air. generally.
"My son, I just want to find my son..." Zhang Xuanling beat his head in pain. After staggering for a while, his whole body was filled with lightning again, and he rushed towards Li Xingyun.
Li Xingyun tiptoed, jumped to another big tree, and snatched Zhang Xuanling's move.
"I never expected that His Highness's martial arts skills are so high." Wen Tao looked at the two figures fighting on the field and thought to himself.
With his skill, many times he couldn't even see clearly the movements of Zhang Xuanling and Li Xingyun.
"Brother Li, this..." Zhang Zifan looked at Li Xingyun and then at Zhang Xuanling, standing there in pain.
Zhang Xuanling used Qinggong, and countless thunderbolts descended from the sky. He actually relied on the power of the thunderbolts to suspend himself in the air. Purple thunderbolts reached up to the sun and moon, and down to the mountains and rivers.
"Ah!!!" He roared in pain, beating his head, and the shouts resounded throughout the world.
Zhang Zifan and Wen Tao were shocked when they saw this scene.
Fortunately for Wen Tao, he has met the commander, but the masters Zhang Zifan has seen in his life are no more than Li Siyuan. Although Li Keyong is strong, Zhang Zifan rarely sees him, and he has never seen him take action. Zhang Xuanling is very capable. It almost refreshed Zhang Zifan's understanding of the power of warriors.
"After you returned to Xuanwu Mountain, you found your wife lying on the ground, dead or alive, and your son being held hostage..." Without saying a few words, Zhang Xuanling came again with thunderous thunder.
"Aren't you obedient? Then I'll beat you until you are obedient!" Li Xingyun flew into the air, pulled out a needle bag from his green clothes, spread it out in the air, waved his hands into phantoms, and each Huayang needle wrapped around Zhiyang The inner force flew towards Zhang Xuanling.
Zhang Xuanling's whole body was filled with purple thunder, and he used the power of his palm as a front to bounce away the Huayang needles.
The bounced Huayang needles flew around, some fell on the ground, and some were stuck in trees. With the flash of lightning, they occasionally flashed their coquettish light.
Li Xingyun saw that Zhang Xuanling's palm was as powerful as the sky, as if the mountains were overwhelming, the sky was falling, and the earth was falling. He also waved a palm, billowing air surged in his palm, and a white air wave that spread hundreds of meters pressed towards Zhang Xuanling.
This white air wave stirred up sand and rocks in the forest, just like an earthquake. The dust in the forest was flying, and the leaves, branches, flowers and plants of the trees along the way were affected, and it was unknown how much damage was done.
Zhang Xuanling was knocked back dozens of meters by Li Xingyun's palm. He took advantage of the situation in the air to jump away from the attack range of Li Xingyun's Qi Sutra. Purple thunder breath rolled around him and landed on a tree. The big tree fell under Li Xingyun's body. Under the influence of internal force, Zhang Xuanling's figure is as stable as Mount Tai, although it keeps swaying.
Li Xingyun let out a long roar, and the golden aura around him shone like never before, setting off waves of golden aura and pressing towards the surroundings: "There is no road in this world that a person cannot walk on. As long as he controls his mind, there is nothing that a person cannot do. If God decides that there will be no peace in this world, then go against it and start from now on!"
Li Xingyun was wrapped in golden arrogance, turned into a golden afterimage, and rushed towards Zhang Xuanling.
Turn from defense into offense and go straight to Huanglong!
Zhang Xuanling waved his hand to attract the power of thunder from the sky. With purple light and thunder all over his body, he faced Li Xingyun.
The two bodies collided, and when they met in the air, they exchanged hundreds of moves in an instant, and the air waves once again stirred up the wind in the forest.
Until the end, the two of them each waved a palm. With this last palm, the aftermath spread across the sky and the earth. The dust in the forest and the dark clouds in the sky were all shaken away by the aftermath.
Li Xingyun fell back and landed on a tree. He turned over and down the tree, standing next to Zhang Zifan. Looking at Zhang Xuanling, he was already three feet away in front of him.
In another daze, Zhang Xuanling's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only streaks of thunder slowly dissipating from the air.
Li Xingyun felt something in his heart, and felt an evil wind coming from behind. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with one hand, picked up the Seven Stars Technique, and turned around to prepare to fight again.
But he saw a white figure rushing in front of him.
White clothes, white hair, Zhang Zifan!
"Brother Zhang, no!" Li Xingyun shouted, and was about to step forward to pull Zhang Zifan away, but saw that Zhang Xuanling, at this moment of life and death, saw Zhang Zifan standing in front of Li Xingyun, and his originally fierce face gradually became more serious. There was a bit of confusion, and then at the end, it slowly became a bit inexplicable.
The thunder around him gradually dissipated, and his figure fell in front of the two people.
At this moment, the dark clouds summoned by Zhang Xuanling's Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Technique were dispersed by the palms of Li Xingyun and Zhang Xuanling, and the warm sunshine fell again, shining on the few people present.
Wen Tao leaned weakly against a tree in the distance and sat down slowly.
My heart is about to jump into my throat.
Who is telling him to rest assured? Who is he anxious about?
