The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

"It's time to end, Brother Thirty-Six!" Zhang Yajun said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the spear in his hand suddenly burst out, and a powerful spear force was like a towering mountain, suppressing the entire battlefield.

The power of this gunshot was so strong that it exceeded the limit of what Zhang Yigong could bear.

Zhang Yajun instantly suppressed Zhang Yigong to the point where he couldn't breathe.

Each attack was as heavy as a mountain pressing down on an egg, making it impossible for Zhang Yigong to resist.

At this time, Zhang Yigong could only defend passively. His face turned pale and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead.

He knew that he was powerless to turn the situation around and defeat was only a matter of time.

But he still gritted his teeth and persisted, unwilling to give up easily. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not change the situation.

Finally, under Zhang Yajun's fierce attack, he finally couldn't hold on, was shot away, and fell heavily to the ground.

"I win, Brother Thirty-Six!"

Zhang Yajun said with a smile while looking at Zhang Yigong lying on the ground, panting.

Hearing this, although Zhang Yigong was unwilling to accept it, he still lost, so he smiled bitterly:

"you win."

Then Zhang Yajun pulled him up and flew him to the stage, preparing to let the family alchemist give them proper treatment to prevent it from affecting the subsequent competition.

"The winner is Zhang Yijun!"

As soon as Zhang Yihao finished speaking, warm applause broke out from the audience.

"The next group..."

As the competition progressed in an orderly manner, it soon came to the competition between the top eight and the top four, and these eight were all top talents of the younger generation of the Zhang family.

"Zhang Chenlong vs. Zhang Yixiong!"

Hearing Zhang Yihao's voice, the two of them jumped lightly onto the ring.

"Nephew Chenlong, your match just now really impressed me. I didn't expect that you could break through to the late stage of Qi Condensation before the match!" Looking at Zhang Chenlong, Zhang Yixiong said with a sigh.

"I had some insights a few days ago and accidentally made a breakthrough." Zhang Chenlong scratched his head and said.

"Hahaha, you're being too pretentious!"

"Well, let me, your uncle, see your strength!"

After saying this, Zhang Yixiong exuded the cultivation level of the late stage of Qi Condensation. His posture instantly became as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were cold and resolute.

Zhang Chenlong was not to be outdone and also exuded the cultivation level of the late Qi Condensation stage.

He held a long spear, the spear body shining silver, like a silver dragon.

Zhang Yixiong took the first step and swung his black sword. A black sword light shot towards Zhang Chenlong like lightning.

Wherever the knife light passed, the air was cut, making a harsh sound.

Zhang Chenlong was not afraid at all. He shook his spear and rushed towards the sword light with the force of a dragon.

The two men instantly engaged in a fierce battle. Zhang Yixiong's swordsmanship was strange, strong and powerful, and his entry-level sword moves were continuous and continuous.

Sometimes he swung his sword fiercely, sometimes he turned and slashed diagonally, making it impossible to defend against him.

Zhang Chenlong's Barbarian Dragon Spear Technique is also fierce and domineering, and the power of the spear is unparalleled.

He brandished his spear like a ferocious dragon, continuously attacking Zhang Yixiong.

Wherever the gun tip went, dust flew.

"Uncle Thirty-Nine, today I will let you witness my Barbarian Dragon Spear Technique!"

Zhang Chenlong shouted loudly, and a khaki dragon instantly attached to his spear.

Zhang Yixiong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile:

"Chenlong, your Barbarian Dragon Spear Technique may be powerful, but my Black Moon Sword Technique is no pushover either."

After saying that, Zhang Yixiong flashed and rushed towards Zhang Chenlong like a ghost.

With a swing of the black long sword in his hand, a black sword light struck Zhang Chenlong like lightning.

Wherever the knife light passed, the air seemed to be cut apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Zhang Chenlong's eyes focused, and he shook the spear in his hand. The spear was as powerful as a dragon, facing the sword light.

The tip of the gun collided with the knife, making a loud noise and sending the surrounding dust flying.

"Hahaha, so refreshing!"

Zhang Chenlong shouted loudly and swung the spear in his hand even faster.

The gunshots came towards Zhang Yixiong like a violent storm.

Zhang Yixiong showed no fear as he waved the black sword in his hand in front of him. The sword's momentum was continuous, neutralizing Zhang Chenlong's attacks one by one.

"Uncle Thirty-Nine, your Mo Yue swordsmanship is just so-so." Zhang Chenlong chuckled.

"Really? Then just feel it for yourself."

Zhang Yixiong's eyes focused, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst out with a powerful force.

The blade's power increased instantly, and the black blade light swept towards Zhang Chenlong like a black flame.

Zhang Chenlong was shocked and quickly mobilized all his strength, increasing the power of his spear to the extreme.

The tip of the gun collided with the knife light again, and this time the impact was even greater, and both of them were shocked back.

At this time, both of them had very little spiritual power left, and were looking for opportunities to deal with each other.

"I didn't expect your sword move to be so powerful." Zhang Chenlong said while panting.

"You're not bad either, but I will be the winner today." Zhang Yixiong gripped the black sword tightly, his eyes full of determination.

"Really? The gun breaks the sky!"

As Zhang Chenlong roared, his aura suddenly became fierce, as if his whole body had turned into a sharp spear.

He held the spear tightly in both hands and swung it violently. A powerful force burst out from his body and was injected into the spear.

In an instant, the tip of the spear flashed with dazzling light, as bright as a star.

Zhang Chenlong's spear power was like a surging torrent, continuously pouring into the spear, making the spear tip become more and more sharp.

At the same time, Zhang Yixiong also felt that terrifying aura.

"Not good! Golden light protects my body!" His face changed and he shouted in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, a faint golden light emanated from his entire body, like an indestructible shield.

This is exactly the Xuan-level lower-grade defensive martial art he practiced - Golden Light Body Protection, which can greatly enhance his own defense.

Although Zhang Yixiong tried his best, he was still unable to withstand the power of Zhang Chenlong's full-strength attack.

As the golden shield shattered, he felt a powerful impact that knocked him backwards.

He rolled in the air, trying to steady himself, but eventually fell heavily to the ground.

Zhang Yixiong struggled to get up from the ground, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Zhang Yihao in front of him who blocked the fatal blow for him, he knew that he had lost.

His eyes were full of reluctance and helplessness. He knew he had tried his best, but still lost to Zhang Chenlong.

"I lost." Zhang Yixiong whispered with a hint of frustration in his voice.

He looked at Zhang Chenlong, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"The winner is Zhang Chenlong!"

Zhang Chentian was also very happy to see his younger brother win.