Ten Thousand Buddha Temple!

Two rays of divine light clashed together.

Murong Qingxue's divine light continued to push against Lin Feng's divine light.

Boom!

There was a loud sound.

Lin Feng was directly smashed into the wall by Murong Qingxue's sword. He covered his chest with his hand and looked at Murong Qingxue in shock.

"How is this possible?"

"How could you have such powerful strength?" Lin Feng asked Murong Qingxue in disbelief.

"Too powerful!"

"This Murong Qingxue is too powerful."

On the field, Lin Feng slowly stood up.

He looked at Murong Qingxue, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, "You are just like what others said. You are indeed very powerful!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Murong Qingxue said with a smile.

"But you are a little too complacent!" At this moment, the corner of Lin Feng's mouth suddenly curled up into a cold smile.