Huang Zhuo Guang is standing in mid-air.

  Zheng Zhong's eyes, which had always been calm and collected, inadvertently revealed a hint of fear. He had been deceived! The arrogant look on Huang Zhuo Guang's face had vanished without a trace, replaced by a hint of mockery in his eyes.

  That overbearing aura was just his disguise!

  Zheng Zhong suddenly realized he had been deceived. He had thought from the beginning that Huang Zhuo Guang was taking a strong and overbearing path, but now he found out it was completely wrong.

  The sword of heaven, floating and ethereal, empty and vast, formless and intangible!

  His sword intent was extremely strange, and Zheng Zhong had never seen it before. What's more frightening was that the entire sky seemed to have become his backing, facing Huang Zhuo's calm and serene gaze like a clear blue sky, Zheng Zhong's will to fight was unknowingly weakened bit by bit.

  Zheng Zhong's combat experience was extremely rich, and his own cultivation was also higher than Huang Zhuo Guang. He immediately sensed that something was amiss.

  However, he is not willing to let him escape like this either.

  The scene below fell into his eyes, and he knew that as long as he persisted for a while, he could hold on until his fellow disciples came to support him. No matter how difficult Huang Zhuo's sword intent was to grasp, or how many changes his sword moves made, he believed that the few of them working together would definitely be able to take down their opponent.

  By this point, Zheng Zhong had actually already lost. However, his goal was very clear; what he pursued was not to defeat Huang Zhuo Guang, but rather to obtain the secret realm. Therefore, he dragged out the battle.

  "Your junior brothers have all been killed." Zheng Zhong suddenly said.

  Huang Zhuo Guang didn't think much of it and laughed: "Those trash, once they're dead, they're just dead."

  His face no longer had a trace of his previous overbearing and fierce demeanor, his eyes were calm and composed.

  Zheng Zhongzhong sneered coldly, "Why didn't you run?"

  "Run?" Huang Zhuo Guang was as if he had heard a huge joke: "Why should I run? I know you're stalling for time, waiting for your junior brothers to join hands with you."

  Huang Zhuo's tone was calm, not a hint of panic could be detected, but the corners of his mouth suddenly curved into an arc, and his eyes narrowed: "Unfortunately, you don't know that the gap in strength between us can't be made up for by numbers."

  Zheng Zhong was somewhat astonished, the self-confidence in Huang Zhuo Guang's words was not feigned, but he had some doubts. One on one, he was at a disadvantage, but the gap between their strengths wasn't as large as Huang Zhuo Guang said.

  Was Huang Zhuo Guang still hiding his strength? Zheng's heart skipped a beat.

  Zuo Mo's speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the entrance to the secret realm. The entrance was inside a mountain cave, and outside the cave entrance, everything was already in chaos, with sword lights flying everywhere, and the light from the magic treasures shining in all colors. In this small valley, the spiritual energy inside was almost completely chaotic.

  Liu Gui and others saw Zuo Mo, their faces involuntarily changing color.

  The senior brother carefully instructed them not to provoke the figures, and they also witnessed with their own eyes the Yangsha thunderbolt that Zuo Mo had just unleashed, which made them even more apprehensive. At this moment, seeing Zuo Mo charging towards the secret realm, they secretly cried out in dismay.

  They were seven people, hiding in the chaotic crowd to fish in troubled waters. They were extremely careful and the gains were quite considerable. However, this gain was clearly not comparable to an unexplored secret realm.

  Zuo Mo had long since noticed Liu Gui and the others in the crowd. One look at their guarded expressions told him that if he were to approach them with his plan, they probably wouldn't believe him either.

  Made up his mind, no longer hesitating, he casually drew out the Yu Shui sword.

  He took a deep breath, and with a sudden burst of energy, he stomped the ground and sprang up! Like an arrow leaving its bowstring, he shot up tens of meters in an instant. When he reached the highest point, he suddenly crouched down, hugging his shoulders, and made a forward flipping motion. However, this flip only went halfway through, with his head facing downwards, and his curved legs kicked upwards, stomping on the empty air above him.

  Bang!

  It's as if there was an invisible transparent wall above his body, with both legs stepping on it, and a powerful aura emanating from him!

  Zuo Mo's entire body's spiritual energy also surged up in an instant!

  His body stretched out in a straight line from the tip of his sword to his heels, and he transformed into a flying sword.

  A sharp whistling sound suddenly rose and covered all the sounds in the mountain valley.

  Everyone was startled and subconsciously stopped what they were doing, looked up, and suddenly felt as if they had been struck by lightning!

  A vague human figure can be seen in the intangible conical air ripples, the entire valley's air trembles, the intense shock of the air is transmitted to the ground, and the ground is like a shaking sieve, slightly trembling.

  At this moment, he completely forgot himself. The explosive sound of the air next to his ear made him unable to hear anything. The thrill brought by the extreme speed made his blood rush rapidly, and he couldn't help but let out a long howl!

  Accelerate, accelerate, and keep accelerating!

  He seemed to want to unleash all his spiritual power, all his strength, within the short distance of over a hundred feet. The air around him was in a state of violent turbulence, and the temperature was rising continuously.

  Suddenly thought of the last Meteor Shower, he initially named it "From Heaven to Earth", later found out that this move had a name, called Meteor Shower, which was quite famous in Zen meditation.

  However, Zongru tried many times but was unable to produce empty fire.

  Zuo Mo discovered that the turbulent air around him wasn't dispersing immediately. When his speed reached a certain level, the turbulent air produced by tearing through the air would also produce a strange attractive force. This attractive force bound the turbulent air firmly to his body, forming a turbulent airflow belt.

  Vacuum fire is generated in this turbulent belt.

  Two hard stones strike each other and sparks are produced, this chaotic flow belt is a rubble belt composed of numerous high-speed moving debris, naturally sparks fly everywhere.

  Zuo Mo's divine sense was like a multitude of fine, slender tentacles, precisely stirring the chaotic flow.

  Splish-splash!

  A spark of fire sprang out from the turbulent flow beside him, swiftly, and the chaotic flow beside Luo Mo was like a bundle of kindling soaked in turpentine, igniting instantly.

  Dozens of flames, like dozens of fire snakes, spiral around Lemo's body at high speed.

  But then, an unexpected change occurred.

  These dozens of fire snakes, as if smelling the smell, spontaneously rushed to the sword tip of Fei Jian. The sword tip was like a powerful whirlpool, constantly attracting and devouring the flames. In the blink of an eye, all the flowing fire surrounding Zuo Mo's body were sucked into the sword tip.

  The sword tip was like a red-hot branding iron at this time, shining with a dazzling red light!

  In the eyes of everyone in the valley, only a bright red light was seen, which drew an astonishing straight line in their field of vision at an incredible speed!

  All the sword intent, all the empty fire, are compressed into a tiny point at the tip of the sword, and everyone's heart is terrified!

  "Oh no! Run quickly!"

  It was unclear who spoke first, but the group suddenly came to their senses and erupted into a cacophony of wails and howls. They regretted that their parents had not given birth to two more legs, as they frantically rolled and crawled in all directions. In an instant, the entrance, which had been packed to the point of bursting, was suddenly empty.

  Liu Gui and several others' faces all changed greatly!

  When the senior brother reminded them not to provoke each other, they still didn't take it seriously. Even though Zuo Mo's Yang Thunderbolt had just made them wary, it was only wariness after all.

  Until this sword, all the sword intent and ferocity are compressed to the extreme in one sword!

  They truly felt awe and fear!

  Seven people, none of them dared to step forward and block the sword. They stood there like wooden puppets, their faces upturned, mouths agape, staring blankly at that dazzling light!

  What... where did this monster come from?!

  Their sensory perception was far superior to that of ordinary people. The sword had not yet arrived, but the tiny red light that had been compressed to an extreme degree made them instinctively feel a sense of danger, a strong and almost suffocating sense of danger.

  The spiritual energy and turbulent air currents that had originally been stirred up by the chaos in the valley were now as still as a tamed wild horse. The trembling ground also seemed to sense the danger, and was silent.

  Apart from the crowd fleeing in panic, everything else in the valley seemed to be frozen at this moment.

  They are just waiting, waiting for the king to dominate!

  Huang Zhuo Guang and Zheng Zhong, who were facing each other, simultaneously burst out with an intense gaze. In the sky not far from them, a diving figure appeared, accompanied by a dazzling red light.

  That faint red glow moved both of them deeply.

  Huang Zhuo's eyes flashed with a hint of unusual color, noticing the tension on Zheng Zhong's face, his heart moved, and he deliberately said: "Hey, this person is not weak. Did he clash with your junior brothers?"

  Huang Zhuo's words were exactly what Zheng Zhong was most worried about, but he believed in his own junior brothers and they wouldn't be so reckless. He retorted with a smile: "It doesn't matter, him getting the secret realm is still better than you getting it."

  "Do you and I have a feud?" Huang Zhuo Guang narrowed his eyes again.

  "Any grudges?" Zheng Zhong smiled somewhat bleakly: "Who among the survivors of Xiaoshan doesn't have a grudge against you?"

  "That's right." Huang Zhuo Guang nodded: "That's just how things are in this world. If you want to blame something, blame your bad luck."

  Zuo Mo's face didn't have a hint of pride, his complexion was as white as paper, and there was some panic in his eyes. His heart was tightly suspended at the tip of his throat.

  Now he only has one thought in his mind, I'm really stupid!

  Yu Shuijian is a flying sword that flows like water, he used the "Li Shui Jian Jue" to get used to it, and easily picked up this flying sword. Yu Shuijian is a good flying sword, its entire body was forged from Yu Shui's sacrifice, with pure and unmatched aquatic power.

  Damn it!

  The pure and unparalleled power of water has now become the most fatal harbinger of doom!

  The Water-Repelling Sword Intent was compressed without issue, but Zuo Mo hadn't expected that the compressed sword intent would form a powerful suction force, drawing in the empty air and compressing it at the sword's tip.

  This time, the problem has gotten out of hand!

  Kong Huo was an extremely violent flame, and it was also a type of flame that Zuo Mo was not very familiar with. Water and fire were mutually incompatible, and Kong Huo entering the Abyssal Sword could only think of one outcome - explosion.

  Moreover, the empty fire in the Yuanshui sword has been compressed to the extreme. My god, this thing doesn't need to be said in the Yuanshui sword, even if it touches a drop of water casually, it will only end up with one outcome.

  A loud noise, a deafening sound, and within a radius of thirty zhang, all corpses were annihilated.

  Now there's another extremely dangerous thing - the highly compressed sword intent! The addition of sword intent keeps the three in a delicate balance, but it's an extremely unstable one. In other words, as soon as Luo Mo lets go, the flying sword will immediately explode.

  Adding compressed sword intent...

  If this explodes, within a radius of fifty zhang, no, eighty zhang, nothing will be left, not even a single hair!

  Watching the ground getting closer and closer to himself, Zuo Mo's face turned paler and paler, his hands shaking violently, wanting to cry but unable to shed tears.

  Oh no...