Seeing his name appear directly, Zhou Bai was slightly stunned, but the next moment he reflected: "Is the first one me?"

He looked at the name in the sky and thought to himself: "The so-called random draw can actually be completely manipulated by those immortals. But it doesn't matter. Anyway, they can intervene in another way. After all, this is a game they are determined to win."

While thinking about this, Zhou Bai had already walked up.

In the contestant seat on the other side, a young man with a smile on his lips and looking over 20 years old, stood up straight and walked towards the whirlpool in the square.

It was this time that he participated in the Daluo Tian Discussion on Taoism.

Looking at Zhou Bai walking beside him, the other party's information kept flashing through his mind.

It was not that Feng De had deliberately investigated the other party, but that the rumors about Zhou Bai's sword retreating to the Heavenly Demon some time ago were too fierce, and what Zhou Bai said to the immortal gods yesterday was even more crazy.

This made him hear a lot of information about Zhou Bai intentionally or unintentionally.

‘It’s true… I turned out to be such an opponent in the first game. I don’t know if I should be happy or unlucky.’

Obviously, in Feng De's opinion, Zhou Bai is obviously not his opponent.

Because from common sense, the other party only has the fourth level, while he has the sixth level of cultivation, which is not only the difference in the power of the soul, but also the difference in the power of the Taoist transformation. The two are all-round gaps in the physical body, Taoism, martial arts, etc.

As for the nonsense of the sword repelling millions of demons, he didn't care about it at all.

There is no problem with the outcome. What made Feng De really feel troublesome was the continuous transmission of voice transmissions coming from his ears.

"Feng De! Beat this kid."

"Don't give him a chance to surrender."

"Break his legs at least."

Feng De's eyes swept slightly, and the voice transmissions were obviously all the immortal gods who were angry with Zhou Bai yesterday. They simply wished they could go on stage and beat Zhou Bai.

'It's really troublesome.' Feng De said in his heart: "If I don't teach Zhou Bai a lesson in this way, their anger towards him might be transferred to me."

Thinking of this, Feng De had already made up his mind. After entering the Daluo Heaven and Time Space, no matter how much Zhou Bai begs for mercy, he must beat him up.

In the contestants' seat, most of the contestants who knew the difference in their realm were obviously not optimistic about Zhou Bai.

"The realm is too different." Zhao Yue said in her heart: "I guess she will lose as soon as the battle begins."

The Tianmo Tu said with a smile: "This Zhou Bai did not give up? Could it be that he didn't know Feng De's realm, right? He was missing two levels and could not win at all."

This is also the thought of most people present, the fourth and sixth realms... there is no need to fight at all, and it is also two types of cultivators who usually don’t fight at all.

After Feng De and Zhou Bai stepped into the vortex one after another, they felt the colorful light in front of him turn slightly, and he had already arrived at the bronze arena of Daluo Heaven, Time and Space.

Feng De turned his head and saw that Zhou Bai was floating in the air under the influence of his soul power.

The other party held his chest with his hands and leaned back slightly, as if he was half lying in the air, looking at him with interest.

However, the gaze was full of a sense of loftyness, which seemed to be a human being looking at cats and dogs, causing a sensation of discomfort in Feng De's heart.

Then he heard Zhou Bai say slowly: "After entering Daluo Heaven, time and space, the battle begins. Don't you take action yet? If I take action first, you will have no chance."

Feng De suddenly felt a little funny. He was obviously the one who had a much stronger power than the other party. As a result, Zhou Bai looked like he was determined to be able to take his own life. Those who didn't know thought he was at the 8th level and 9th level.

In Feng De's opinion, the confidence in the other party was simply inexplicable and made him completely unable to understand.

Feng De's soul power slowly emerged and said with a guiding attitude: "Speak in advance, if you want to surrender, take advantage of the moment, fight in a while, and don't break your legs, I will not give you a chance to surrender."

"Also, keep a low profile in the future and just abstain from the immortal gods. You have been targeted."

The next moment, Feng De's soul power had turned into eight different colors, wrapping him up. This is the Bagua Martial Soul Diagram at the sixth level of the sword map route.

He can condense his soul power into eight kinds of soul powers of different properties. In each attack, he will have a shock, explosion, crack, collapse, and drill through the eighth level of power.

Then he saw Feng De slapped out with his palm, the wind blew, and the air roared like a bomb exploded. The eight layers of soul power had been superimposed together, turning into an eight-color giant palm, slapped Zhou Bai hard.

But the next moment, I saw Zhou Bai take a deep breath, and then a loud shout, a fierce airflow swept out, and the twisted air appeared beside Zhou Bai's mouth.

The atmosphere exploded directly in front of Zhou Bai, and collided hard with the eight-colored giant palm.

Then in Feng De's incredible gaze, he fused the eighth level of power and was dispersed by Zhou Bai.

'How is it possible?!!' Feng De kept yelling in his heart: 'Eighth level of strength, even a strong body-refining man in the same realm cannot take over. He didn't move his hands or feet, and his soul power could not move, so he roared away...'

Feng De: ‘How strong is this guy’s body?’

On the contestant's seat, Zhao Yue's pupils seemed to condense into the size of a needle. The Heaven-Tu Tianmo on the side said in surprise: "He actually roared Feng De's soul power directly? What kind of martial arts is this? Zhou Bai's such a powerful method."

Zhao Yue said coldly: "Nothing is not...but nothing is...the most terrifying."

The Heaven-Tu Tianmo laughed: "Okay, that's interesting."

The others around were also shocked by Zhou Bai's performance. The several immortal gods who had originally wanted to beat Zhou Bai were all stunned in an instant, just because Zhou Bai's strength was completely beyond their expectations.

In the time and space of Daluo, Feng De, who was in shock, saw Zhou Bai looking at him indifferently and said casually: "Do you want to surrender? You are too weak. If you continue to do something next, I will breathe whatever you want, and you may die."

Feng De recalled what he had just said about surrender, his face suddenly turned red, as if blood was pouring on his head. He felt extremely ashamed and angry, but he did not give up, but gritted his teeth and burst out with all his strength.

The soul power on his body surged again, and eight kinds of soul power turned into eight huge palms. Each soul hand squeezed out different seal techniques and made different fists. He slapped Zhou Bai's position from all directions.

The Heavenly God Palm... The Longevity Fist... Taiyi Five Elements Fist... Seven Star Breaking Fist... Posa Palm... Eight Trigrams Dragon Palm...

Zhou Bai was in a position, with the arrival of the powerful force of the eight-legged essays, the air seemed to be blown up, and the entire space seemed to be turning into a vacuum environment.

Faced with Feng De's all-out attack, Zhou Bai still put his hands on his chest, looking like he was walking leisurely, just opened his mouth and let out a breath.

In his breath, a condensed air mass surged out of his mouth. With the acceleration of Zhou Bai's lung power and soul power, it broke through the speed of sound as soon as it was released.

The air mass then continued to accelerate wildly under the influence of the soul power, turning into an extremely hot high-temperature and high-pressure air mass. Then, under Feng De's shocked gaze, he exploded his eighth level of power and finally fell in front of him and exploded.

ah!

Amid the roar, Feng De used all the physical strength and soul power of his body to block the bomb transformed by the air in front of him.

But as soon as the soul power touched the gas, Feng De felt a powerful force far beyond his power limit explode in front of his eyes.

Feng De was blown away by a stream of high temperature shock waves, and his whole body slid all the way on the bronze arena, his feet stomped on the bronze ground, and his soul power burst out wildly backwards, constantly trying to slow down and stop himself.

Feng De roared: "Ah!" The soul power on his body was stacked layer by layer, and he burst out with all his strength.

After regressing more than a thousand meters, Feng De finally stopped.

But most of his clothes were broken, and his whole body was even more bloody and vaguely charred.

He looked at Zhou Bai, who was a thousand meters away, and an idea suddenly emerged in his mind: "You actually breathed a sigh of relief... I almost got killed?"

The next moment, Feng De fell to the ground and fainted from strength.
Chapter completed!