Dream of Centuries And Eternal Sorrow/C144 Don't Underestimate It(1)
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C144 Don't Underestimate It(1)

As Lee Zhuohua spoke, the Yuan Gang in his body secretly stirred. He knew that Qin Weiyang was not as easy to deal with as the people he had met in the past.

"What if I don't tell you?" Lee Zhuohua looked straight at Qin Weiyang.

The atmosphere at the scene became silent, and only the audience in the arena continued to shout.

"If you don't say it, then don't blame me for this." Seeing that Lee Zhuohua was about to attack, Qin Weiyang turned his head and said to Wan Shaan who was behind him, "Get out of the way. This person is not simple."

Wan Shaan was surprised to hear such an evaluation from Qin Weiyang. He wondered if Qin Weiyang was really that powerful that he needed to be treated like this.

However, Wan Shaan did not hesitate to listen to Qin Weiyang's words and quietly retreated.

Lee Zhuohua caught a glimpse of Wan Shaan's movements, but he did not care. The Yuang in his body was circulating according to the route of the Holy Spirit Sword Technique.

On the arena, the two of them looked at each other, sparks flying where their eyes met. The atmosphere of the arena was on the verge of exploding.

The aura on Qin Weiyang's body began to rise sharply. He locked his gaze tightly on Lee Zhuohua. As long as Lee Zhuohua moved, he would strike with lightning speed.

"You must be quite strong to be able to injure Qin Haichao. But I'm afraid that you won't be so lucky if you meet me." Qin Weiyang stared at Lee Zhuohua and said confidently.

Every single person on the Rank Of Stars was known to be one of the best in the younger generation. Furthermore, Qin Weiyang was ranked 30th, so his strength was naturally formidable.

Lee Zhuohua did not take Qin Weiyang's words seriously. Although he knew that the other party was not simple, he was not afraid. He had his own pride.

"There's no need to say so much. Just let me see how strong a young Prodigy who is ranked 30th on the Rank Of Stars is." Lee Zhuohua said in a gentle tone.

"Hmph."

Seeing how the other party did not know what was good for him, Qin Weiyang let out a cold snort. Without any hesitation, he formed a palm and pressed it down on Lee Zhuohua.

"Hu!"

Qin Weiyang was an Astral Realm expert. As soon as he struck his palm down on Qin Weiyang, a fierce gust of wind came whistling towards Qin Weiyang, causing his face to hurt.

In a flash, Qin Weiyang had arrived in front of Lee Zhuohua, looking menacing.

Facing Qin Weiyang's attack in the blink of an eye, Lee Zhuohua's pupils contracted as he determined the strength of the opponent's palm.

If he were to be hit by this palm strike, any ordinary Done Gang-level Cultivator would be injured.

Lee Zhuohua, who had expected such an outcome, grinned.

"He didn't hold back at all. This guy is really honest." Lee Zhuohua thought to himself.

Following that, Lee Zhuohua's figure also moved. His right hand formed the shape of a sword finger, and at this moment, the prepared The Sword Qi Of The Holy Spirit was released.

"Shua, shua, shua, shua."

The sound of four gusts of wind breaking rang in his ears, and four pure white sword qi instantly appeared around Lee Zhuohua's body, protecting him like a saint among swords.

A sharp aura of laceration spread out from Lee Zhuohua's body.

Qin Weiyang noticed the change in Lee Zhuohua's expression. His facial expression changed slightly, but he immediately returned to normal.

"Humph." Qin Weiyang snorted coldly.

The aura on his body increased once again. Along with the increase of his aura, there was actually a strong wind that appeared when he struck Lee Zhuohua with his palm.

"Good." Lee Zhuohua growled as he slashed out with his Right Hand Sword, leaving behind a trail of light, before stabbing it towards Qin Weiyang.

The four beams of pure white sword qi seemed to have a life of their own when Lee Zhuohua thrust his sword. With a twist of his sword, they all rushed towards Qin Weiyang.

"Fourth Sword." Lee Zhuohua shouted in his heart as the sword qi suddenly burst out.

Facing Qin Weiyang's palm strike, Lee Zhuohua did not choose to dodge. Instead, he fought head-on with him.

There were many people in the arena. If he were to dodge his opponent's attack, the battle between the two of them would probably last for a period of time.

However, in a head-on clash, the victor could only be decided in an instant, and could be decided in an instant.

It was precisely because of this that Qin Weiyang saw that Lee Zhuohua did not retreat but advanced instead. He once again raised his aura and pressed it towards Lee Zhuohua.

Lee Zhuohua's Fourth Sword Qi clashed with Qin Weiyang's unparalleled palm strike. The two of them emitted an intimidating aura as they clashed with each other. The aftershock of their clash spread in all directions.

Wan Shaan, who was standing at the side, started to retreat from the arena due to the aftermath of the collision.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang."

Lee Zhuohua's four pure white sword qi struck Qin Weiyang's palm one after another, producing the sound of metal clashing.

The four pure white sword qi were completely annihilated by Qin Weiyang's peerless palm strike.

"Right."

However, under the impact of Lee Zhuohua's sword Qi, Qin Weiyang's palm strike could no longer maintain its unparalleled strength and was immediately shattered into pieces.

The sword qi and the palm force were scattered at the same time, causing an even stronger aftershock to suddenly spread in all directions.

However, the attacks of the two people on the arena did not stop there.

Lee Zhuohua's sword Qi was extinguished, but he still stabbed his sword at his opponent, not affected by the sword Qi at all.

On the other hand, Qin Weiyang was not surprised by the fact that he was forced to use his palm. His palm struck straight towards Lee Zhuohua with a steady momentum.

The sword and palm collided with each other.

"Bang."

The dull sound of the collision came from between the two of them.

Lee Zhuohua's sword fingers were unyielding. He could feel the wind from the opponent's palm coming at him, but he endured the palm. He stood firmly and did not move at all.

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