Seeing Leng Hua's attack, he did not dodge but went straight for it. The spiritual energy condensed in his palms emitted a powerful pressure and momentum, forming a vortex in front of him, which transformed into a tiger's head, roaring angrily and pouncing towards Leng Hua with its mouth wide open.
"call!"
A powerful airflow, accompanied by the pressure and momentum of a powerful monarch, swooped down at this moment. The strength of the spiritual airflow caused a sharp whirring sound in the air, and in the distance, it seemed as if a tiger's roar was heard.
"roar!"
The battle between strong men often only takes a single move.
Seeing the two men fighting, the monarch on the side wanted to step forward to stop them, fearing that Mr. He would seriously injure Leng Hua. After all, you have to look at the owner when beating a dog. If he really hurt him, he would have a hard time explaining to Lord Feng.
However, he paused for a moment due to selfish motives although he originally wanted to move forward. His eyes flickered and not only did he not move forward, he also quietly retreated, avoiding and exiting the battle circle between the two.
He thought that if Leng Hua was really seriously injured, it would be a good thing for them. Maybe Lord Feng would let them take over this place.
Out of this selfish motive, he did not step forward to stop it, and even had some expectations in his heart.
In his opinion, Leng Hua could never be He Lao's opponent, because his strength was below theirs, and he was not a monarch-level powerhouse. The difference of one level meant a world of difference in strength, so he could never be He Lao's opponent.
Just as he was secretly calculating in his heart, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide when he saw the scene in the next moment.
As the spiritual energy on Leng Hua's body surged, a Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram was formed along with the surging spiritual energy around him. Compared with the powerful and surging aura of Old He, the aura on his body seemed extremely gentle. The tip of the Hunyuan umbrella in Leng Hua's hand was directly against the tiger's head that was rushing towards him. Under the collision of these two auras, an unexpected scene happened.
“Bang! Whoosh!”
The Hunyuan Umbrella in Leng Hua's hand pierced the head of the tiger that was transformed from the powerful spiritual energy. At the same time the tiger's head was pierced, the air flow suddenly burst towards Leng Hua.
Just when he thought Leng Hua would be knocked away, he saw that the spiritual energy that was shooting towards him was completely absorbed by the Tai Chi Yin-Yang diagram formed around him. At that moment, Leng Hua let out a low shout, and the Hunyuan Umbrella in his hand was like a sharp sword. It flew out from his hand with a whoosh and pierced into He Lao's shoulder at a speed that was faster than hearing.
“Hiss!”
Old He cried out in shock, his eyes wide open in disbelief. When the airflow was broken, he quickly condensed his airflow again to try to block the opponent's attack, but the momentum was unstoppable, and he could only watch as the sharp tip of the Hunyuan Umbrella, like a sword, pierced into his body.
A powerful force came with the Hunyuan Umbrella that pierced his body. When it pierced his shoulder, the powerful force did not stop, but instead knocked him away, until the whole person was nailed by the Hunyuan Umbrella to a rockery dozens of meters away.
"Um!"
He groaned, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the severe pain made his face turn pale in an instant. Beads of cold sweat the size of beans oozed out of his forehead. He felt a surge of air in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his throat.