C688 The First Battle Was Against Di Chong

There were a lot of mighty warriors coming from afar, including some A Half Step to Void Stage warriors. They were also connected to formations, trapping formations, killing formations... and so on.

It was not a good place to stay here any longer. Fortunately, he had already obtained the greatest harvest. After experiencing it a few times, the biggest harvest was the Spirit Medicine Garden. The rest were secondary, even in places like the Martial Arts Pavilion. The martial arts inside were all very ordinary, and he normally wouldn't take a fancy to them.

That expert at the Void Stage had already charged forward once again. Its fist force was overbearing and fierce, and it wanted to kill Zuo Yu.

The Zuo Yu's Creation Dragon Fist faced the attack head on, and its Qi wasn't any weaker than ___'s.

When the two of them exchanged blows, Zuo Yu immediately retreated. In a flash, he rushed towards the crowd in the distance. Not all of them were experts. Zuo Yu had rushed into a complicated group of people. There were the most people here, and it was also the most chaotic group.

Zuo Yu's movement technique was as agile as a fish in water. The expert at the Void Stage was chasing closely behind him. However, although his Qi was overbearing, his agility was not as good as Zuo Yu's. He was unable to catch up to ___. Instead, he had injured many of his own people.

"Ah, you deserve to die!" The expert at the Void Stage's eyes were filled with fury. It threw a punch forward, but in the end, it missed again.

Zuo Yu dodged left and right. One by one, the assassins were sent flying away. They did not waste any resources when they flew out. They were all thrown at the people who continued to attack, including the expert at the Void Stage.

Zuo Yu left like a wisp of smoke. In an instant, he had arrived at the outer perimeter of the Holy Temple's base.

"Humph!" Right at this moment, a cold snort was heard.

Zuo Yu was startled. A sharp Qi had locked onto him. That was a domineering Qi, the will to kill. Zuo Yu almost lost his mind and thought that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Zuo Yu let out a light humph. His combat intent surged wildly. He turned around abruptly and struck out with the Creation Dragon Fist. He could already feel that the attack had already reached his back. There was no way for him to dodge it, so he had to face it head on.

It was an ordinary fist, but it carried boundless pressure. It made people kneel down and worship it. In the distance, the faces of many people from the Holy Temple turned pale. They had already knelt down. This was an incomparably overbearing will. They couldn't bear it even if it wasn't directed at them.

Zuo Yu's eyes were burning. His Qi was soaring, and his combat intent was still the same. A mere pressure naturally couldn't suppress him.

In the next moment, the two of them started fighting.

Boom! With just this single strike, the weather changed. Smoke and smoke soared into the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun.

Zuo Yu's expression changed slightly. The other party's strength was extremely great. He couldn't resist at all. He directly flipped backwards. He was defeated in a single strike.

Zuo Yu's combat intent was awe-inspiring, and he didn't slow down at all. With just a slight movement of the Heaven Defying Eight Steps, he stabilized his body. However, blood had already seeped out from the corner of his mouth, and his Qi had become unstable.

"Dichong." Zuo Yu narrowed his eyes. Strictly speaking, he didn't know Dichong, but this was his intuition. Perhaps, this was the only person in Holy Temple who had such power.

Back in the desert ruins, it was the shadow of Dichong. It was a blurry image. When he was on the island outside, Dichong had left as soon as he arrived. He still couldn't see this person clearly, but he had actually seen this person before. Furthermore, he had a very deep impression of this man. He was the one who had dominated the entire Spirit Domain. The ferocious person who no one could match.

He was a nearly perfect young man. Apart from his cold expression, that was a coldness that came from the bottom of his bones. He was indifferent to everything.

Dichong stared at Zuo Yu coldly, "You can actually take one of my attacks? Killing you won't be so boring anymore." Dichong said in an indifferent tone. His killing intent wasn't concealed at all. He had just returned to the base. He didn't expect to meet Zuo Yu. This man had actually escaped from the Yin Yang Gourd. This was the best. He could kill him with his own hands.

"Saint!" The experts of Sky Mountain chased after them one after another. They were powerful, so they weren't forced to kneel. The group of people hurriedly bowed, and even that Void Expert was no exception. They were all extremely respectful.

Dichong nodded indifferently. He didn't pay much attention to the crowd. He stared at Zuo Yu coldly and said, "Like I said, if we meet again, you won't have any chance."

Dichong walked out, raised his hand and threw another punch. It was even simpler and more casual than Zuo Yu's usual punch.

As for the group of people from the Holy Temple, they just stood at the back and watched. Since the Saint had asked them to attack, they would definitely attack. Since the Saint had already made his move... They just watched. They knew the Saint's temper very well. They didn't allow anyone to disturb them, and they knew the Saint's strength even better. Even if it was just a few Void Stage warriors, the Saint could still kill them with a few punches.

"F * ck you!" Zuo Yu took a step forward and welcomed the attack. Although the force of the punch was extremely fierce, he was not afraid at all. Instead, he became even more excited.

However, there was still a gap between them. Zuo Yu was once again sent flying by the impact. He spurted out a mouthful of blood. Zuo Yu felt that his arm had become numb. His Divine Weapon Physique was infinitely close to the Void Stage, but it was still not as good as his Divine Weapon Physique.

Dichong's fist was extremely heavy and sharp. In short, this was the feeling. It was as if there was nothing he could do to stop it. Zuo Yu suddenly thought of some reasons. His fist was mixed with earth element, metal element, and so on. Could it be that he could already use the embryonic form of these elements?

That's right, that's right. Zuo Yu was still coughing up blood from behind, but he was already sure in his heart.

If that was the case, he would really be inferior to ___. Furthermore, after two exchanges, he could already feel that he didn't have much strength to fight back. He did not expect that he had already reached this stage, and the gap between him and the Saint was still so great.

The Saint took a step forward and arrived next to Zuo Yu. He didn't have the suppression of the Rising Sun, nor did he have a ferocious aura. He threw another punch forward, shattering the void.

Judging from this point, Dichong's fighting style was similar to Zuo Yu and little cheap dragon's. Both of them had extreme speed and strength. This was the rhythm of a quick battle.

Zuo Yu was still flying backwards. The Heaven Defying Eight Steps instantly stabilized his body. He wasn't an ordinary person. He struck out the Zuo Yu's Creation Dragon Fist. In the face of such a narrow encounter, he only needed to be fearless.

Bang! The result was already determined. Zuo Yu couldn't even defend against a single strike of the ___. Now, it was even more impossible for him to defend himself. He was sent flying away.

Dichong caught up with him in a flash. He threw a punch at the ground where Zuo Yu landed.

Zuo Yu's eyes were cold. He vanished immediately.

Swoosh! The Nine Square Heaven of Instant Death kept flashing in all directions. The force of Zuo Yu's punch was extremely tricky. It was as if he had split himself in many places, and each shadow was launching different attacks.

Dichong's eyes were sharp. He finally became serious. He saw Dichong defending himself with a few punches, and then he threw a punch to the side.

With a bang, Zuo Yu was knocked back. His Nine Square Heaven was blocked by five punches. Dichong was indeed much stronger than him.

Blood flowed out of Zuo Yu's mouth. He was seriously injured.

Dichong took a big step forward and threw a punch. His expression remained indifferent. "You can be proud of yourself for taking a few of my attacks. Let's end this."

Boom! The earth shook and the mountains shook. Zuo Yu was once again forced to retreat.

Dichong's expression was indifferent. He followed up with another punch, another punch, another punch...

If little cheap dragon was here, he would definitely curse endlessly. Dichong was too good at pretending. He always had an expression of indifference towards the world. It was as if his opponent was already a dead man. This was the highest realm of showing off. Because this had already become his will. He had never felt like he was acting. Even the people from the Holy Temple behind him felt that it was only natural.

Zuo Yu was also very unhappy. No one liked to be looked down upon and abused by others. However, his foundation was still lacking, and he had yet to reach this step.

It was still not enough for Zuo Yu to use all of his ultimate skills, but his heart was clear. His hot blood was still boiling. Dichong's battle had made him feel something. It was as if he was going to grasp that feeling very soon.

Zuo Yu flew away once again. His face was pale. His body was covered in blood. Zuo Yu did not stay any longer. He turned around and left. There was a limit to training his martial arts. His injuries were very serious. It was time to leave.