Every time the sword was struck, a sword flower seemed to condense in the air.

"Zhu Lang's sword is faster than Ye Man's sword... His overall strength is much stronger than that Ye Man."

Seeing this scene, Duan Lingtian couldn't help but think of Ye Man, the martial arts cultivator in the middle stage of the transcendent realm who had fought against him.

That was the first transcendent realm martial artist he faced head-on after coming to the Dao Martial Holy Land. Although his strength was good, he was far from his opponent.

After just one encounter, he was defeated in his hands.

Facing the sword flowers that followed Zhu Lang's tornado-like figure, Hou Lin's expression became a little more solemn, and an iron rod appeared in his hand.

Of course, it is not an ordinary iron rod, but a middle-grade human-level sacred weapon.

"drink!!"

Suddenly, Hou Lin shouted loudly, and the iron rod in his hand shook, spinning as he danced. In the blink of an eye, it seemed to turn into a windmill, spinning rapidly in front of him.

"Is this an offensive move or a defensive move?"

Duan Lingtian couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the iron rod being danced by Hou Lin slowly making the wind shake, causing the void to shake.

Perhaps due to the strong gravity of the 'Daowu Holy Land', Duan Lingtian discovered that Hou Lin's method, which was enough to send shock waves all over the sky in the 'Yunxiao Continent', only set off waves of rolling air waves here.

At this moment, Zhu Lang also arrived in front of Hou Lin, and with the sword flowers he grabbed, he pointed at Hou Lin.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

…

Along with the sound of iron weapons clashing, Zhu Lang's body began to tremble. At the end, the hand holding his sword shook, and the tiger's mouth was cracked and dripping with blood.

At the same time, the sword in his hand was blown away by the iron rod in Hou Lin's hand, and fell to the ground with a clang.
Chapter completed!