C710 An Intense Battle

Dichong let out a light humph. His fist kept attacking in all directions, and he was able to defend himself. However, this time, he couldn't break it.

Zuo Yu had already expected this. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward and swung his fist at Dichong's head.

The two of them once again engaged in a frenzied fight.

"Quickly retreat!" The men from the Divine Valley quickly retreated.

"Retreat!" The men from the Holy Temple had suffered heavy casualties. Each and every one of them became obedient and retreated in panic.

Everyone unanimously gave the battlefield to Zuo Yu and his companion.

"Brother Mr Zuo." Lin Feng looked at the black figure in front of him in a daze. His speed was so fast that no one could see him clearly.

"Zuo Yu." Fenn Wu also looked forward.

"It really is Zuo Yu. This kid is so fierce?" Ziche Yuan said with a buzzing sound. In this short period of time, they had also gotten some breathing time. All of them had gathered together.

"Mr Zuo..." Yun Zhen also saw it. They were all experts. With their eyesight, they could still see it clearly.

"He is Zuo Yu?" The Goddess's injuries were very serious, and her face was extremely pale.

She looked at Zuo Yu and the two of them who were fighting, but she didn't feel disappointed. On the contrary, a hint of combat intent flashed across her eyes. She had a different kind of desire for battle. She would never admit defeat, and never admit defeat.

"Senior sister, you..." Lin Feng saw her expression and smiled bitterly.

"I know, my injuries are not light and I am not suitable to participate in their battle. But I really hope to fight them next time. " Lan was full of fighting spirit, "What's with your expression, kid? Zuo Yu saved me. I remember his kindness. It was just a spar. " When Lan saw Lin Feng's depressed expression, she could not help but feel somewhat dissatisfied.

"Uh, I didn't say anything either." Lin Feng muttered.

A group of people were looking at the battle in front of them with burning eyes.

"Who is this man?" In the Holy Temple's camp, someone asked what most of them were thinking. They had already lost more than half of their men, but they still couldn't see who this man was.

"Zuo Yu." Someone said with a cold snort. Some of them had good eyesight.

"How... How is he possible?" The group of people's faces were deathly pale, full of disbelief.

Especially the people from the Wang family. Each and every one of them had a gloomy expression on their faces, and their expressions were extremely ugly.

"He won't be a match for the Saint. The Saint will be able to kill him right away." Someone said while gnashing his teeth in anger.

"Right, that's right." Someone echoed, looking forward hatefully.

However, most of them remained silent. No matter how strong the Saint was, he was still a disciple of the Holy Temple. He wasn't a disciple of the Wang family, so they could only be considered as part of the same camp. Besides, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely violent. A tiny bit of aftershock could cause them to suffer injuries and injuries. Furthermore, judging from Zuo Yu's appearance, it was obvious that he wasn't that easy to kill. However, this speed had left them dumbfounded.

At this moment, both sides of the chaotic battle had stopped. They were watching the battle between the two men in the middle. Moreover, they were hiding far away so as to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

On the battlefield, the space was distorted and the Qi was wreaking havoc. Zuo Yu and Zuo Yu were moving quickly.

In an instant, the two of them exchanged attacks recklessly. No one knew how many times they had exchanged blows.

Bang! Zuo Yu retreated many steps before he could stabilize his body. Dichong also paused for a moment, but this time he did not retreat. He had already gained the upper hand.

Zuo Yu retreated, causing the dust and dirt to fly everywhere. Zuo Yu moved his Heaven Defying Eight Steps and stabilized his body in an instant.

Zuo Yu's face turned pale, but he grinned and said, "Again." Zuo Yu dashed forward again, pressing forward with indomitable will.

Dichong coldly harrumphed. He steadied his body and rushed forward as well. However, Zuo Yu's speed and consciousness were extremely fast, and he also charged forward. It seemed like both of them were going to attack at the same time.

"Haha! I knew it! How could a little bastard like Zuo Yu be a match for the Saint?"

"That's right! He's arrogant and conceited! He's going to die this time!"

Some of the people from the Holy Temple's camp burst into laughter. In fact, they were trying to hide their fear. There were also many people who didn't laugh because the gap between them and the Saint had made them unable to laugh.

"What a strong body, such a fast rhythm, so powerful..." Goddess Lan's eyes lit up.

"Then Sister Lan, what are you saying?" Fenn Wu laughed lightly. A girl looked at the two men with fiery eyes. Why did it feel like...

"What are you thinking about? I am talking about their body refining divine ability." Lan also understood and could not help but blush slightly.

"Hehe..." For a moment, the atmosphere on their side also relaxed quite a bit.

They were all heavily injured now and could not help at all. As they watched, they also secretly healed themselves.

Zuo Yu and Dichong rushed out with extreme speed, and in an instant, they clashed again.

Both of them swung their fists at the same time. Their left and right hands moved at the same time. They threw a few punches at the same time. At the same time, they flashed their fists and punched again. Their legs moved continuously. They crossed their knees and swung their elbows horizontally. The force of their punches moved again.

Both of them had the same physique. They fought in close combat. Their fighting style was almost the same, and their reactions were extremely fast.

This was the collision of strength and speed. This was the perfect manifestation of body cultivation.

Bang! Not long after, Zuo Yu was once again defeated.

Zuo Yu's face turned pale, and blood slowly seeped out from the corner of his mouth. Dichong was also a body cultivator, and his technique was not any weaker than his Divine Weapon Body. What kind of physique was this? On this continent, among the people he had met... Only he and little cheap dragon had such a physique, and that Golden-eyed Stone Ape had a similar physique. However, his bloodline wasn't perfect or pure enough. How could Dichong be so powerful? Did he obtain a supreme technique in Spirit Domain? Or was he also the so-called destined person?

Last time, Dichong's physique wasn't as strong as this, but this time, he had made a breakthrough. Dichong's physique had clearly broken through to the Void Stage before him. Dichong's physique was the Void Physique. Furthermore, it was the Void Physique that was on the same level as his Divine Weapon Physique. Although his Divine Weapon Physique could break through to the Void Stage at any time, Dichong's physique could still suppress him by a little.

It didn't matter what kind of physique he had! Zuo Yu's eyes were burning. He was not afraid at all. Instead, he felt extremely happy, "Haha... Let's fight again."

Zuo Yu's Qi was at its peak. He swung his fist and charged forward.

"Hmph! You won't have a chance anymore." Dichong coldly harrumphed. His Qi was overbearing. He threw his fist forward as well.

Bang! Bang! Bang! In an instant, the two of them madly clashed once again. The wind and clouds changed color, and the void shattered. In the middle of the battle, each step was still a hundred miles long, and it flickered in all directions. This caused the spectators from both sides to retreat once again.

Zuo Yu unleashed the Heaven Defying Eight Steps Topspeed, and the Creation Dragon Fist howled. It was as if ten thousand weapons were resonating in unison.

Zuo Yu's fist was like a sharp sword, and it attacked in all directions. His fist carried the power of the fire soul, and it was hot and violent, as if it had a soul. Every punch was able to lock onto the opponent, and it even had the agility of water.

Zuo Yu's speed was getting faster and faster, and his attacks were getting fiercer and fiercer. It was obviously water, but the fire had increased. The fire had been destroyed, and the force of the sword was fierce. The force of the water was gentle, and it had both offensive and defensive abilities. It was hard, soft, and fierce.

"I have gained quite a lot of insights, but it's a pity that it's useless." Dichong coldly harrumphed. His fist was heavy and sharp. It attacked and killed everything, crushing everything.

Zuo Yu took a few steps back in a row. Then, he moved to the other side at an unbelievable angle. His fist was like a sword, forcing Dichong to take a step back.

Dichong's face darkened. His killing intent soared, and he launched a series of domineering attacks.

Dichong's fist was domineering and sharp. Zuo Yu could also feel that Dichong had mastered the Dao of Metal and Earth, and had also reached the realm of 'soul'. Zuo Yu felt that Dichong was still at the early stage of the soul realm.

But even so, Dichong was still very powerful. His earth soul was incomparably heavy. His attack and defense were both overbearing, but his soul of metal was sharp and aggressive. All of these were very suitable for his martial arts. Domineering and crushing. Disregarding the world.

Furthermore, Dichong had the same physique as him. His physique had already reached the Void Stage, which was extremely powerful. Adding all of these together, Dichong's strength was at least at the peak of the fifth level of the Void Realm.