The Otherworldly God

Chapter 292

Le Zheng Yuhua agreed to fight with Nangong Han, and everyone was looking forward to seeing it, so they stepped aside and left the battlefield to them.

On one side is Nangong Han, a Taoist who had long retired behind the scenes. Legend has it that he once punched the Donghai Pavilion to ensure good weather for more than a decade.

On one side is the mysterious newcomer Ou Shinan, who fights with Yue Zhengfang. His ease and mysteriousness make everyone want to compete with him.

Dealing with Nangong Han is not the same as dealing with Le Zhengfang. Le Zheng Yuhua cannot deal with him casually and must be careful not to reveal his identity.

Le Zheng Yuhua took a deep breath and looked at Nangong Han with a firm gaze. He knew that this opponent was extraordinary, and agreeing to fight with Nangong Han was both a challenge and an opportunity. He hoped that he could further improve his strength through this battle and put an end to the current situation of being watched.

There was a tension in the air, as if a storm was about to come.

Nangong Han stood opposite, his eyes sharp, his aura steady and powerful, like a towering mountain.

"please!"

Nangong Han spoke first, his voice was loud and penetrating, which was in stark contrast to his gray hair.

Le Zheng Yuhua nodded, without any further ado, he directly activated his internal energy and rushed towards Nangong Han like lightning.

The moment the two men fought, a fierce energy wave erupted in the air. Nangong Han threw a punch that seemed to have the power to overturn mountains and seas, but Le Zheng Yuhua cleverly dodged the blow and counterattacked with a fierce kick.

The two fought back and forth, and it was hard to tell who was better. Nangong Han's moves were extremely fierce, while Le Zheng Yuhua was flexible and varied, constantly looking for Nangong Han's flaws. However, Nangong Han's strength was unfathomable, and Le Zheng Yuhua could never find a breakthrough.

"Who said that Taoists disdain martial arts?"

Le Zheng Yuhua shook his hands. Nangong Han looked old, but his moves were powerful. Even he felt a little numb in his limbs.

Although his magical powers do not seem to be as high as Xuan Yi's, and his mortal body cannot match the natural advantages of the dragon clan, his rich experience and ability to adapt to changes make him more difficult to deal with than Xuan Yi.

"Young man, standing here, there is no distinction between men and women, old and young. Don't look down on me, an old man, and hide my secrets. If I win, it's because you let me win. If I lose, doesn't it make me look even more useless? Don't make an old man like me feel like I deserve to die."

As time went by, Le Zheng Yuhua gradually felt the pressure. Even if he didn't say these words, his competitive spirit quietly took over.

Le Zheng Yuhua stretched his muscles again, and Nangong Han knew that he was going to get serious.

"As a Taoist, you can't always use your fists and feet. I'm sorry for the offense."

Nangong Han thought he was going to draw his sword, but Le Zheng Yuhua turned around and ran. The others thought he was going to escape and started making fun of him.

Le Zheng Yuhua suddenly stopped, turned around and rushed back. Nangong Han didn't seem to want to fight him, but he still responded seriously.

Then, Le Zheng Yuhua attacked with several moves and some spells. Even the people around Nangong Haoyue couldn't stand it and accused him: "You kid actually stole our Nangong's spells."

Not only that, Le Zheng Yuhua also used the spell that Le Zhengfang just used.

"This kid only took one look and..."

"Young man, you are just imitating, it's meaningless. Are you really not going to draw your sword?"

"This sword must never be drawn."

"The bright moon."

Nangong Haoyue drew out a sword and threw it to him. After receiving it, Le Zheng Yuhua subconsciously thanked him respectfully: "Thank you, Pavilion Master Nangong, for the sword."

"Miss she..."

Nangong Haoyue stretched out her hand to stop the people around her. She was as shocked as Nangong Han at his words, because the appointment of the Pavilion Master had not yet been finalized and the matter was still confidential. It was even rumored that she would not be the future Pavilion Master, but he had revealed Nangong's plan.

"Who is he?"

Le Zheng Yuhua held the sword tightly in his hand, staring at the strange weapon in Nangong Han's hand - the meteor hammer. He had never seen such a weapon before, and his interest increased for a moment, and a strong desire to challenge surged in his heart.

The meteor hammer seemed light and flexible in Nangong Han's hand, as if it had merged with him. Le Zheng Yuhua could feel the powerful aura emanating from the meteor hammer, and his magic was also entangled with it.

Nangong Han smiled slightly and swung the meteor hammer, instantly bringing up a strong gust of wind. Le Zheng Yuhua did not dare to be careless and immediately swung his sword to meet the blow. The sword and the meteor hammer collided in the air, making a deafening collision sound and stirring up a wave of air.

The two of them fought back and forth, engaging in a fierce contest.

Nangong Han's meteor hammer sometimes streaked across the sky like a meteor, and sometimes slammed into the ground like a sledgehammer, with amazing power. With the blessing of magic, the ground was smashed into pieces, which was also part of his magic.

Le Zheng Yuhua, with the sword in his hand, deftly neutralized Nangong Han's attack, dodged the rocks, and looked for a foothold on the broken ground.

The spectators around were attracted by the battle and held their breath, afraid of missing any exciting moment and leaving the battlefield more open.

The broken ground and gravel seemed to have become his "puppets". Le Zheng Yuhua not only had no place to stand, but also had to worry about being attacked by them.

Nangong Han saw that his prey had fallen into the trap, but he stood leisurely outside, easily controlling the huge cage he had set up.

After Le Zheng Yuhua lost his footing, he threw the sword in his hand out. The sword hit a stone and bounced back. He stepped on the tip of the sword and used the force to fly up.

"It's wishful thinking to think of a breakthrough from above."

Nangong Han controlled the soil and rocks above and quickly solidified them into a large wall to stop him.

Le Zheng Yuhua stepped on it, used the force to turn over, and kicked the flying sword out from the other side.

"Isn't this Brother Bo's Return of the Tired Bird and Dancing with the Sword? If you say he is a genius, it would be fine if he learned our moves on the spot, but could it be that he has met Brother Bo before?"

Le Zhengfang looked at him in surprise.

The sword kept circling outside the cage but did not attack Nangong Han. Nangong Han felt strange because he had no sword to fly with and no weapon to defend against the attack.

The sword was spinning faster and faster, and the sword body suddenly became blurred, as if dragging a tail in the air. By the time Nangong Han reacted, the sword had turned into countless swords, attacking him.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin?" Le Zhengfang looked at the moves that Le Zhengbo had not yet completed, but he performed them easily. He became more suspicious of his ability and identity. "Could it be that the nameplate on his body is really Le Zheng's? Then who is he? Zuo Huan? But he is a man."

Nangong Han spun the meteor hammer, and the airflow and magic together formed an unbreakable protective shield around him, easily blocking Le Zheng Yuhua's Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.

However, this also gave Le Zheng Yuhua an opportunity. He unlocked his cage, and the ground returned to its original state. He also held the sword behind him and stood opposite.

"Hahaha, it's been a long time since I felt so refreshed like this. It looks like I can feel even more refreshed."