The Otherworldly God

Chapter 317

Le Zhengli threw a punch as fast as lightning. Le Zheng Yuhua's eyes focused, and he slightly tilted his body, easily dodging the attack.

Le Zhengli countered the opponent's moves, and the two of them fought back and forth, punching and kicking each other, the scene was very intense. Their movements were swift and powerful, and every collision made a crisp sound, like the sound of metal hitting each other.

"Your progress really impresses me."

Le Zhengli did not forget to glance at Mu Xin, and Le Zheng Yuhua instantly understood what he meant.

"The weak have no say, so I naturally cannot fall behind."

"Weak? The right to speak? It seems that your ambitions are quite high."

"My goal is God, how can it not be high?"

Le Zhengli's expression became serious and he stared at him closely.

"Not nearly enough."

Looking at Le Zhengli's actions, Le Zheng Yuhua realized that his fists and feet could no longer satisfy him, so Le Zheng Yuhua naturally had to respond.

Mu Xin just waved his hand lightly, and Le Zhengquan's sword flew towards him, and Le Zheng Yuhua took it tacitly.

Le Zhengli wanted to test him while he was holding the Heavenly Sword, so Mu Xin's self-willed behavior naturally made him unhappy.

"It's better to have weapons that are easier to use."

"Master uncle, don't worry, it will be very easy."

"Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?"

"I just don't want to cause trouble for my wife."

When Le Zhengli heard this, he seemed to smell the sour smell of love and his expression was complicated.

"We are all family, just stop there."

"You think I'm going to lose, right? Watch out, don't accuse me of bullying him, and don't interfere."

Mu Xin smiled and replied: "No matter who of you is injured, I will treat you all equally."

Yun Xiu called Le Zheng Qiming over. He immediately understood what she meant and used Li Su to create a barrier to protect the "audience seats".

Le Zhengquan's sword was in Le Zhengyuhua's hand, and he used magic to bind a layer of coldness. He stared at Le Zhengli closely, as if he wanted to see through him. Le Zhengli also looked at him, and their eyes met in the air, as if a silent contest had begun.

Le Zhengli's fist was as fierce as fire. He threw a punch and the air seemed to be ignited. Le Zheng Yuhua's eyes were calm, and he turned his body slightly to easily avoid the scorching attack. His figure shuttled through the fist wind like a fish swimming freely in the water.

"You can't win just by hiding."

"Tiring out the opponent is not a bad tactic, but it's a bit boring."

Le Zheng Yuhua used his sword to block Le Zhengli's hand, with a posture like a dragon claw, steaming.

The coldness on Le Zheng Yuhua's sword was eroding the "flame" in his hand. How could Le Zhengli let him succeed?

He clenched his other fist and attacked again, his fist swirling like a fire dragon, heading straight for Le Zheng Yuhua. However, Le Zheng Yuhua seemed to be at ease, he jumped lightly, his body drew a graceful arc in the air, avoiding Le Zhengli's attack.

Then he used the sword to draw a series of cold tracks in front of him, as if he was weaving an invisible net. After a while, the sword light burst out like breaking through ice.

His sword was wrapped in a thick layer of cold air, as if it could freeze all flames. He swung the sword violently, and the cold air rushed towards Le Zhengli like a tide.

Seeing this, Le Zhengli's eyes flashed with surprise. He didn't expect that Le Zheng Yuhua's swordsmanship was so exquisite that it could freeze his flames. He didn't dare to be careless, and quickly used all his strength to condense the flames on his fists, ready to compete with Le Zheng Yuhua's coldness.

The two attacks met in the air, and a deafening roar suddenly erupted. The flames and cold air intertwined, forming a series of gorgeous lights and shadows. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force, making a piercing whistle.

Le Zheng Shuiling covered her ears and dodged subconsciously, but was surprised at Le Zheng Yuhua's ability. She felt that he had become much stronger in just half a month.

But even so, Le Zhengli's strength should not be underestimated. Le Zhengquan and Le Zhengzhi even felt that Le Zhengli was deliberately letting the opponent win, and the outcome was unpredictable.

However, what was unexpected was that Le Zheng Yuhua's coldness gradually devoured Le Zhengli's flames. The originally blazing flames on Le Zhengli's fists gradually became dim under the erosion of the coldness. He felt a strong chill coming from the sword, as if it was going to freeze his fists.

Le Zhengli was shocked. He didn't expect that his flames would be restrained by the cold. He quickly retracted his fist and stepped back. He stared at Le Zheng Yuhua, his eyes full of shock and confusion.

"His magic power is stronger than mine?" Le Zhengli was not a jealous person, but the few people he used to bully and tease seemed to have surpassed him in less than two months. He felt unwilling in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He just frowned and asked: "Your swordsmanship looks familiar."

Le Zheng Yuhua smiled slightly. He waved his sword lightly to dissipate the coldness on the sword and replied, "I learned it from Master Bo."

After hearing this, Le Zhengli showed a puzzled expression on his face. After a moment, he laughed and said, "I see. You are indeed an opponent that cannot be underestimated. I wonder what Master Bo would think if he saw this. This disciple who trains every day cannot compare to you... a borrower."

"Master uncle, are you serious about this?"

"I've always been serious when facing you."

The two men's eyes met again in the air, as if foreshadowing that a more intense contest would follow.

Le Zhengli lowered his body and rushed towards him quickly, then waved his hand in his sleeve, and the Shenlong Dagger collided with his sword, emitting sparks.

Mu Xin looked calm, but Yun Xiu was nervous. One was the Jiuli artifact, the Divine Dragon Dagger, and the other was just an ordinary iron sword, there was no comparison at all. However, Le Zheng Yuhua defended himself using his magic power.

Yun Xiu frowned, thinking that this kid was making rapid progress and his strength might be even stronger than she expected, and she became restless.

Although the Dragon Dagger is short, it is strong enough to break dragon armor. You can imagine how powerful it is. An ordinary sword is nothing but mud in front of it.

Le Zhengli looked at the undamaged sword, then looked at the expression in Le Zheng Yuhua's eyes, and finally understood the reason why Mu Xin handed over the sword. It was to protect himself?

"Interesting!" Le Zhengli pushed hard, then used the reaction force to jump away, and then continued to attack, thinking: "I want to see what you are capable of."

Mu Xin raised her eyes and took a look, and the ending was already clear to her.

At first, she didn't think that Le Zheng Yuhua would definitely win, and she changed the sword just because she didn't want to see the two Jiuli artifacts collide here and cause unnecessary trouble. But now, she can see that Le Zhengli's heart is not at peace.