Upon hearing this, the Zhang brothers first looked at each other, and then grinned together.

"Brother, we are underestimated."

While drinking a small bottle of spiritual power, Zhang Diyuan smiled at Zhang Tianyuan.

"It seems that we have to come up with some real skills and can't be laughed at."

Zhang Tianyuan then curled the corners of his mouth.

After saying that, he saw him inserting the dragon stick on the ground again, then clenched his fists with both hands and shouted violently. The most powerful and yang true energy began to linger outside his body. Then his body suddenly swelled. Whether it was the bones or muscles around him, it turned into a giant three feet tall, covered in copper and iron bones, and his black hair turned golden, like a golden arhat in the temple.

Zhang Diyuan on the side did not change much, but there was an ice armor condensed from true energy on his body, and the momentum around him was even more intimidating.

It is conceivable that if he matched the string of rosary he had before, he could really be considered invulnerable to the sword and gun.

"This is what a wealthy family is called."

The onlookers were envious at this moment.

Any spiritual treasure on these two people, as well as the pills that restore qi and blood, are treasures that can be used to inherit in ordinary families and sects.

"Brother, it's getting late, and he has no new tricks to play with. It's better to execute him as usual."

Zhang Diyuan picked up the Yunhe bow that was quite heavy in his hand and gave Zhang Tianyuan a wink.

"Okay, I haven't used that trick for a long time."

Zhang Tianyuan's mouth curled up, and his voice was rough and authentic.

At this time, he was like an arhat cast from gold in the audience, with an inexplicable majesty in his words, which made people shudder.

Then he walked to Xiao Che with a Taoist boy's move on the battlefield, shouldering the dragon stick.

"Brother Xiao, please continue to give me advice."

He looked at Xiao Che with a hint of provocation, then grasped the Yin and Yang of the Panlong Stick, sinking the center, staring at Xiao Che like an angry arhat.

Xiao Che didn't say anything nonsense, stepped out and rushed towards Zhang Tianyuan like a gust of wind.

Zhang Tianyuan seemed huge and clumsy, but he was very flexible when he reached out. Xiao Che entered the range of his Panlong stick hitting him. Then he saw him squatting with his feet, his legs slightly bent, holding the end of the Panlong stick with both hands, and poking the long Panlong stick straight towards Xiao Che's heart.

Seeing that the situation did not give in, Xiao Che just made a mistake and avoided the poke. The broken water sword in his hand followed the edge of the Panlong stick and cut it towards Zhang Tianyuan's hand holding the stick with a spark.

Seeing this, Zhang Tianyuan's mouth curled up. Just as the Xiao Che's Broken Water Sword was about to cut off his wrist, he suddenly let go of the Panlong stick, turned his palm into a fist, and the fist wrapped in golden energy was like a big stone that hit Xiao Che's sword, as if he was ignorant of nothing at all.

Then he heard a crisp "ding" sound, and the Broken Water Sword slashed on Zhang Tianyuan's fist. But when it was surprising, the originally sharp Broken Water Sword had not even broken the golden energy on Zhang Tianyuan's fist.

However, Xiao Che himself was not affected at all. The failure of a sword to break through Zhang Tianyuan's protective energy did not affect the attack of the long sword in his hand. Instead, the speed of the sword was getting faster and faster. The whole person turned into a afterimage in front of Zhang Tianyuan. The excited loud voice of the sword, Xiao Che's entire east deer platform.

"This Xiao Che has met his opponent."

"No matter how fast your sword is, it is useless to not be able to break Zhang Tianyuan's Vajra body."

Many people outside the court sighed, in the eyes of many people, Xiao Che seemed to have a final defeat.

When he took over Xiao Che's first few swords, Zhang Tianyuan's reaction was similar to those onlookers, but as Xiao Che's sword stabbed him one by one, he suddenly felt an invisible sense of oppression, pressing himself on his body like the huge claws of the ancient ferocious beast.

He didn't dare to slack off any more, nor did he dare to use his body to catch the sword in Xiao Che's hand. The dragon stick in his hand changed all the same as the broken water sword in Xiao Che's hand.

For a moment, the sword energy and the qi collided in the field, and it kept exploding like a rolling spring thunder. The figures of Zhang Tianyuan and Xiao Che in the field were as fast as a golden and a black wind trembling together, and everyone could no longer see the moves of the two.

But the pieces of broken bluestone slabs in the field, as they came out of the sunken ground, and shocking sword marks, showed the tragic nature of the competition.

They are sure that if ordinary cultivators get involved, they will definitely be strangled immediately. Even cultivators whose cultivation has reached the saint realm may not be able to pass a move under these two people.

"It's so scary, these two people."

The cultivator who had despised Xiao Che before was now sweating heavily.

If Chen Tai'a and Song Daoran were fighting skills, then the two people in front of him were pure skills and strength. They didn't seem to be as powerful as Chen Tai'a, but in fact they had integrated everything they had learned throughout their lives into every sword and every stick.

Anyone with a little knowledge can see that this competition is ten times better than Chen Tai Abian. Both Zhang Tianyuan and Xiao Che have reached the state of returning to nature.

Also because the two were too fast, Zhang Diyuan's bow and arrow in the distance could not play any role at this time, but he did not look indifferently. As early as when the two of them fought, he had already begun to pull the bow and accumulate momentum. The longer the sun shooting technique he practiced, the greater the power, unless he could not persist.

So he was not in a hurry, and while preparing momentum, he quietly watched the situation on the field.

"Zheng!..."

"Bang!"

Just as everyone was fighting and watching the two people were dancing on swords, as if they were dancing on swords, a sudden sound of swords sounded and a violent collision sounded together.

"Is this going to decide the outcome?"

Someone exclaimed.

But the next scene made everyone outside the venue lose their lust.

As the dust settled, everyone saw that Zhang Tianyuan was suddenly left on the east deer platform for some reason, and Xiao Che seemed to have disappeared out of thin air and disappeared.

"Can't that... Xiao Che was killed?"

"Even if you are killed, you won't disappear so cleanly."

Someone just speculated whether Xiao Che was killed by Zhang Tianyuan, and someone immediately refuted it.

"And you see, there seems to be something wrong with Zhang Tianyuan. He doesn't seem to beat his opponent at all, but he seems to have seen a ghost."

Someone pointed it out again.

Later, many cultivators also discovered this strange thing. Not only did Zhang Tianyuan not have the joy of the winner, he instead held the dragon stick in his hand in a panic, as if he was on guard against something.

"Brother, what's this..."

"Zheng!..."

Zhang Diyuan, not far away, couldn't help but want to ask Zhang Tianyuan what was going on, but he didn't expect that as soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a harsh sound of swords.

Then everyone saw a sword light, like a crack in space, appearing in front of Zhang Tianyuan.

Zhang Tianyuan seemed to be on guard, and slashed at the sword light with one stick.

But this stick that could break through the mountains and seas was easily knocked away by the sword light, and the whole person flew backwards and hit the stone railing, shaking the protective barrier a flash of runes.

But immediately, before Zhang Tianyuan could get up, another "clang" sound of sword sounded.

A straight sword light fell from the top of his head.

Zhang Tianyuan roared angrily, raised the dragon stick in his hand high, and blocked it with force with his strength.

With a "bang", the sword light slashed on the Panlong stick. Although the Panlong stick blocked the attack, the huge force spread through his body to the ground, directly pressing the bluestone floor full of runes to the sunken.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and they felt that the sword was so terrifying.

In amazement, they immediately discovered something wrong:

"Whose sword?!"

"Where is the one who draws the sword?!"

Zhang Tianyuan ate two swords in a row, but everyone still didn't see anyone on the field again.

In fact, they knew very well that the person who attacked Zhang Tianyuan at this moment should be Xiao Che, but the person who didn't see Xiao Che was always unable to confirm.

"Could it be that Xiao Che used some tricks?"

Someone wondered.

But as soon as he finished saying this, a cultivator retorted with a hint of bitterness:

"It's indeed that Xiao Che, but he didn't use some trick. You can tell at a glance the meridians of the eyes that are circulated with true energy."

Then someone tried it suspiciously, and then exclaimed in a trembling voice:

"It's him, but, why can he be so fast!"

Soon, everyone on the field discovered that Xiao Che was always on the field.

The reason why he disappeared from everyone's sight was because his body speed was so fast that a group of cultivators could not see clearly under normal circumstances.

Just as they discovered this, more than a dozen sword lights appeared beside Zhang Tianyuan like silver silk threads.

He had already gotten up again at this time, and without saying a word, he waved the dragon stick in his hand and danced his whole body tightly.

But even so, as the sword lights fell, his body swayed like a candle in the wind. When the last sword light dissipated, even his Vajra body began to tremble, and the extremely hard dragon stick was covered with sword marks.

Although he blocked every sword just now, the force from Xiao Che's sword still spread to his body, and blood beads oozed out of his pores uncontrollably. In an instant, Zhang Tianyuan, who had just been extremely majestic, still turned into a blood man.

And those sword lights that seemed to appear out of thin air did not stop.

With the sound of swords breaking through the air, the sword light began to intertwined around Zhang Tianyuan. Even though he danced the dragon sticks tightly, the force from each sword could not be removed and could only be borne by his body.

"Brother, I'll help you!"

Zhang Diyuan, who came back from his shock, shouted.

"Don't come over!"

Zhang Tianyuan, who had difficulty breathing again, barely controlled the injuries in his body, then stopped drinking.

After getting close to Xiao Che's strength, he already understood that even if the two brothers joined forces, there was no chance of winning. He didn't want to involve Zhang Diyuan.

But he was still one step late.
To be continued...