Tan Zhongli's body was suppressed and buried in the yellow sand.

"Bang."

A silver light flashed.

Tan Zhongli rushed out from under the desert and coughed out a trace of blood from his mouth. It was covered in mud and sand, making it look particularly embarrassed.

In the distance, Wanhuayu glanced at Zhang Ruochen and Tan Zhongli's battlefield, showed a look of surprise, and said in thought: "Gu Linfeng's cultivation seems to have improved a lot. With his cultivation level, he may not be long before he will become the top overlord of the Qinglong Ruins Realm."

Wanhuayu had fought with Tan Zhongli and knew his power well.

If she fights alone, even she will not be sure of winning.

In the direction of Yingsha City, Shangguan Xianyan's eyes were locked on Zhang Ruochen and felt a huge pressure.

"His strength can already compete with those of the strong man of that level?"

Shangguan Xianyan did not know Tan Zhongli's identity, but she could see that Tan Zhongli's cultivation had reached the peak of a ninth-level half-saint.

Observing the combat power that Tan Zhongli exploded, I am afraid that he can be compared with the powerful man who has survived a quasi-saint tribulation.

Originally, Shangguan Xianyan thought that the gap between her and Gu Linfeng was not big, and she had the chance to surpass him. Now it seems that the height that Gu Linfeng has reached is beyond her reach.

"That strong man from the Immortal Vampire probably hasn't used his real power yet, otherwise Gu Linfeng would never have been able to gain the upper hand."

Immediately afterwards, Wei Longxing sneered again: "When Gu Linfeng was fighting with the barbarians, he actually dared to offend the strong men of the Immortal Blood Clan. It is probably not easy to survive today."

Among the alliances formed by the Blood God Sect, Shangguan Family, and Cai Family, some senior officials hope that Gu Linfeng would die in the belly of the barbarian beasts or be sucked into the blood by the immortal blood clan.

The monks in the Fish and Dragon Realm and Semi-Holy Realm of the Blood God Cult are quite excited. Some of them are even cheering for His Highness the Son of God from afar.

Tan Zhongli licked the blood on his lips, revealing a ferocious expression, and smiled and said, "With your current combat power, it is enough for me to use real power."

"Is that so? I really want to see how strong your true power is?"

Zhang Ruochen seemed very calm. Anyway, the rules of heavenly law outside the Colorful Clouds had not yet dissipated, so he just used this battle with Tan Zhongli to test his current strength.

"Guiyuan Knife."

Tan Zhongli raised his hands, and a silver sword flew out from inside his body in his chest.

He waved the sword casually, and immediately thousands of sword shadows emerged, forming a sword domain.

"My King's Guiyuan Sword is an ancestor of my clan. The magic sword made with his eight silver wings has invincible power. Even a holy weapon can be cut by one."

The momentum of Tan Zhongli's body became extraordinary, giving people a sense of domineering, sharp and magical.

With a swish.

The next moment, Tan Zhongli's figure disappeared from the spot and turned into a silver light. He rushed to Zhang Ruochen and slashed over with a knife.

Zhang Ruochen did not dodge and again cast a handprint.

"Wow—"

Originally, there was only one sword shadow, but it suddenly split into eight, forming eight layers of sharp sword light.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes shrank, he exclaimed lightly, and immediately slapped his right palm out again, forming a second handprint.

With a violent collision, the two separated again.

Zhang Ruochen wore a seven-kill boxing glove on his left hand, and he collided with the Guiyuan knife for a while, but he was not injured, but he felt a little bit numb.

However, a blood mark appeared on his right hand, and he penetrated deep under the flesh and blood, and bones could be seen.

The Guiyuan Sword is indeed very sharp. Even though Zhang Ruochen's seven orifices were all sanctified, he still couldn't defend himself.

"It's just a blood mark left? His palm strength is probably comparable to that of the lower realm saint."

Although Tan Zhongli was surprised, his face did not show it. Instead, he said in a victorious manner: "Don't you use the Ten Saints Blood Armor?"

"Why do you need to use the Ten Saint Blood Armor to deal with you?"

Zhang Ruochen used the "Nine Heavens Ming Emperor's Sutra" and forced out the knife energy that poured into the wound, and the wound in his palm was about to heal.

Tan Zhongli's eyes sank and he said, "Since that's the case, I can only use holy art to end the battle early."

"Guiyuan Yidao."

The silver sword draws a curve.

Immediately afterwards, a layer of silver light wall appeared and moved outward, turning into a light ball with a diameter of ten feet.

Widths of blood and energy flew around the silver sword, adding a bit of weird power.

"You have made great progress. You have already practiced that kind of holy art to great success?" Zhang Ruochen said.

In Yingsha City, Tan Zhongli used his fist to exert this holy technique and could only exert twenty-seven times of his attack power.

At this moment, Tan Zhongli stood there with a sword in his hand, and the breath that exploded was much stronger than that at that time.

It should have been perfected in the holy art.

"You are not the only one who is improving."

Tan Zhongli swung his sword and slashed it, thirty-two times the attack power. The shadow of the sword became dozens of meters long and hit Zhang Ruochen's head.

"Seven Orifices Blood Palm."

Zhang Ruochen raised his palm, and behind his body, a blood-red figure nine feet tall slowly stood up and released a mighty evil aura.

The figure had twelve wings on its back, and the breath that was emitting only suppressed Tan Zhongli's power to a certain extent.

"That's... Lord Pluto..."?

Tan Zhongli's momentum was slightly relieved, and even the sword force he slashed was not as sharp as before.

Zhang Ruochen slapped him with a palm, exploded forty times of his attack power, and directly beat Tan Zhongli to fly away.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen made a second attack, and continued to explode forty times the attack power, hitting Tan Zhongli, and hitting him underground again.

Tan Zhongli was bleeding from the seven holes, rushed out from the ground, and roared, "Even I can't attract the breath of Lord Pluto, why can you?"

"Because, you are too weak." Zhang Ruochen slapped out with another palm, and a huge blood-qi handprint emerged.

"Guiyuan Yidao."

Tan Zhongli slashed out with a knife, exploding the power of the holy art to the extreme.

Tan Zhongli is definitely one of the most outstanding people who can cultivate a holy art to the point of great success in the semi-saint realm.

However, Tan Zhongli's sword light only withstood the time of two breaths, he could not bear the palm force that Zhang Ruochen blew, and spit out blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.

The blood-red handprints fell down, leaving a large handprint pit of more than 50 meters long in the desert.

All the wild beasts around the pit were shot to death.

"So amazing. A strong man who is comparable to a quasi-saint cannot escape from his palm and is suppressed one after another."

Feng Wanli's eyes were quite solemn. At this moment, he finally regarded Gu Linfeng as a strong man of the same level as him and did not dare to underestimate him anymore.

Other immortal blood clans also showed Tan Zhongli's crisis, but they were unable to go to rescue because they were being attacked by a beast king and more than one hundred sixth-level beasts.

Tan Zhongli's vitality was very tenacious. He crawled out of the handprint pit, spread out his four silver wings, and fled to the distance.

"Gu Linfeng, when I pass the first quasi-holy tribulation, you will definitely die without a place to bury." Tan Zhongli said resentfully.

"Do you think you can still leave today?" Zhang Ruochen said.

If your cultivation level reaches the level of Tan Zhongli, it is already difficult to be killed.

In Yingsha City, Wanhuayu, the old man in purple, Huang Yanchen, Zhang Ruochen, and the four masters took action together, but they failed to kill him.

Tan Zhongli naturally didn't believe that Zhang Ruochen had the power to kill him, so he just sneered and continued to fly into the depths of the desert.

Zhang Ruochen swung his arm and knocked out the mirror of life and death, hanging in the air, causing a thousand-patterned destruction force.

The mirror of life and death immediately spun, releasing a force that made the beast king feel fear.

"Crash!"

A pillar of light flew out and hit Tan Zhongli's body, directly shattering his lower body, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

"No...you dare to use the Thousand Pattern Destruction Power..."

Tan Zhongli screamed in a shrill voice.

His upper body was still flying, but the life and death mirror kept absorbing the blood and energy from his body.

After a moment, Tan Zhongli turned into a mummy, fell from mid-air, and fell into a ball of powder.

The Guiyuan Sword has a very intelligent weapon. The blade body gradually shrinks and becomes only the size of a palm, taking the form of a silver wing, radiating and radiating, very much like it was made of pure silver.

A silver light flashed, and the Guiyuan Sword penetrated the bodies of dozens of wild beasts in succession and flew into the hands of an old man from an immortal blood clan.

The old man from the Immortal Blood Clan glanced at Zhang Ruochen coldly and made a harsh statement, "The Son of the Blood God Cult, this revenge has been recorded by the Qitian tribe!"

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the old man, but showed a faint smile, and then took back the mirror of life and death.

"Breaking through to the sixth level half saint and firing a thousand-patterned destruction force will still consume 40% of the holy energy. Trying out two thousand-patterned destruction force should be the limit."

While using the technique to restore the holy energy, Zhang Ruochen rushed towards the direction of the colorful clouds.

"It's a powerful human."?
To be continued...