Chapter 258

Where would Zhang Qingxiang know about double overlapping tribulations and heart demon tribulations? At most, he recognized that the Red Lotus Prison Fire Tribulation is an overlapping one, so counting a big thunder before, it is at most a triple tribulation.

Although powerful, it hasn't reached the level of exceeding understanding.

Dugu Qingli also has a triple tribulation. Zhang Qingxiang still thinks she can't be his opponent, let alone this pure newcomer who has just crossed the tribulation and hasn't stood firm yet. How could he fight him at the Third Grade upper stage?

Besides, he is not an ordinary Third Grade upper stage. As a Tianyao direct disciple, he is far beyond the world in terms of cultivation methods and techniques. He usually beats others by crossing levels, how could he be beaten by crossing levels?

From Zhang Qingxiang to other Sacred Land disciples, basically no one thinks Lu Xingzhou can win.

Let him have three moves, it would be good if he could break the defense...

Elder Xu was sweating, but couldn't call a stop, watching Lu Xingzhou walk to Zhang Qingxiang and pull out a bow step and fist-collecting posture.

Zhang Qingxiang instinctively felt that there was some warning in his heart, but the words had been released, and he couldn't sacrifice magic treasures first, so he had to bite the bullet and wait for him to make a move.

Anuo stretched her neck.

Dugu Qingli stood up straight from the posture of leaning on the mountain with her arms crossed.

With a "bang," Lu Xingzhou pushed out with one palm.

Looking at the palm, it was ordinary, but the wind and clouds changed in the second half of the palm.

The sound of flames rang out, and a red lotus shape clearly appeared on the palm, just like a Buddha palm blooming with lotus flowers.

Zhang Qingxiang was shocked, how dare he be careless and take it hard? He reached out to block, the fire lotus suddenly flourished, and swallowed him up.

"Bang!" Zhang Qingxiang was shaken back several steps, and the disciples behind him scattered, no one dared to help.

Because he was already like a fire man, flames attached to his body, and he couldn't drive them away no matter what kind of method he used.

Because that is the fire of judgment.

Your arrogance is also in the scope of judgment.

This kind of relatively conscious thing, Zhang Qingxiang couldn't handle it for a while. It was not easy to suppress it with the absolute cultivation level, and when people looked, the originally handsome face was as black as charcoal, his hair was scorched and curled, and the whole image was ruined.

Anuo was very happy and gave him a sound effect of blinking eyes.

Lu Xingzhou stepped back half a step and smiled and arched his hands: "Let me win."

Black charcoal Zhang Qingxiang: "..."

He was ashamed and angry in his heart. He clearly felt that he could beat Lu Xingzhou to death, but if it was based on the premise of discussion, Lu Xingzhou’s sentence "Let me win" was already clear about the outcome, making him unable to say "it doesn't matter that I was burned black, let’s fight again" in front of everyone. He couldn't say it.

Ye Tinglan sighed, trying hard to suppress the corners of her mouth that were harder to suppress than the boat arriving later than Lu Xingzhou, and tried to make her voice sound flat and disappointed: "This is the strongest of the younger generation you said, who can win over Qingli?"

Elder Xu wiped his sweat: "This... the outcome is actually undecided, Lu Xingzhou used a clever trick..."

"When the big competition in the sea comes, will others listen to this explanation of yours?"

"This..."

Ye Tinglan sighed, just about to speak, when a cold voice came from below: "Young Master Lu learns and uses it on the spot, his talent is unparalleled, I admire him. Tianyao Sacred Land Dugu Qingli, please give me some advice."

Lu Xingzhou: "?"

Ye Tinglan: ""

The two watched Dugu Qingli walk slowly from the side of the mountain, holding the sword hilt upside down, and performed a ceremony seriously: "Actually, some people’s dignity is not your turn to maintain..."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

Ye Tinglan covered her forehead.

"Also... I wanted to try your cultivation method for a long time, but your cultivation was insufficient back then, and I was embarrassed to say it. Now you are Third Grade, and I am only Third Grade middle stage, not far apart."

Anuo translated from behind: "Master, she said she wanted to beat you for a long time."

Lu Xingzhou: "Shut up, I can understand."

Dugu Qingli looked at him seriously: "Please give me some advice."

Lu Xingzhou took a deep breath: "It is my luck. Please."

Ye Tinglan opened her mouth, but finally closed it, looking at the scene of her disciple and lover confronting each other below, her eyes a bit complicated.

It certainly proves that there is absolutely no catty between the two, but it also proves that the disciple’s support for her matter is not as supportive as she claims on the surface...

"Clang!" Ice sword rose, frost for a hundred miles.

Lu Xingzhou, who was facing it at close range, couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Even the disciples watching the battle around him subconsciously retreated again, and the circle vacated was at least twice as large as the battle just now.

Without facing the sword of the little white-haired girl, it is difficult to experience the powerlessness of others toward her. Just this coldness that freezes the soul can make experts of the same level slow down by half a beat, so the record of the little white-haired girl is often a second kill. Masters fight only by a line, one side is slowed down by the holy ice halo, what else is there to fight?

Just as the thought turned, the sword light had reached his chest.

Fast! Unparalleled speed.

With the cold killing intent that penetrates the bone marrow.

She is not an ice-type technique... she is always a swordsman.

The lotus phantom quietly appeared beside Lu Xingzhou, and the extreme cold freezing was broken. Lu Xingzhou used his palm as a knife and cut it on the side of the sword.

Both swayed slightly and retreated half a step together.

Dugu Qingli’s sharp sword Qi was indeed stronger than Lu Xingzhou’s, but after being offset by the Great Void Rotation, it seemed to be equal; and Lu Xingzhou’s flame tried to invade along the sword, re-enacting the "judgment" on Zhang Qingxiang just now, but was scattered by the little frost, not even leaving a spark.

Everyone subconsciously turned to look at Zhang Qingxiang, and Zhang Qingxiang’s dark face turned red again.

The sound of sword Qi whistling sounded one after another, but there was no metal collision, only the light sound of palms patting on the side of the sword from time to time, and the intersection occasionally placed on the forearm.