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Duan Lingtian still remembers it.
Back then, the first time he saw Tian Wu was at the 'fighting competition' arena in front of the Lord's Mansion in Fengqi City.
The first time they met, he fought against Feng Tianwu.
In that fight, Feng Tianwu used a similar martial skill. Later, he learned from Feng Tianwu that the martial skill was called "Rain of Flowers in the Sky".
"What Tianwu is performing now doesn't seem to be "Rain of Flowers in the Sky"..."
Soon, Duan Lingtian discovered that although the martial arts skills Tian Wu was currently displaying were similar to the original "Rain of Flowers", they were obviously much stronger than "Rain of Flowers".
In line with the 'Eight Layers of Fire's Artistic Concept', when Tianwu took action, the whip shadow that roared out seemed to have turned into bolides, overwhelmingly covering Su Li.
call out! call out! call out! call out! call out!
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It has to be said that Su Li is very powerful. With his cultivation level and artistic conception that are comparable to Feng Tianwu's, and the 'third-grade spiritual sword' which is weaker than the third-grade spiritual weapon in Feng Tianwu's hand, he just stopped Feng Tianwu's overwhelming attack. attack.
Every time Su Li's figure moved, it was like turning into a sharp sword, which was quickly swept out, causing a burst of sword whistling.
The three-foot green blade in his hand was as fast as lightning, forming a pervasive 'sword net' that blocked the third-grade spiritual whip in Feng Tianwu's hand time and time again.
The battle situation became more and more intense.
The atmosphere in the prison arena also became quiet and solemn.
"This guy Su Li... is so strong? It seems that the master behind him is not simple."
Duan Lingtian couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that Su Li, who was weaker than Feng Tianwu, was still able to use his sword skills to simplify the complex and compete with Feng Tianwu without falling behind at all.
For a moment, he became even more curious about the master behind Su Li.
"Su Li's master should undoubtedly be a 'powerful one in the Void Transformation Realm'... To be able to teach Su Li like this means that his understanding of the 'sword' has reached a certain level. At least, he should have understood it." The artistic conception of high-level swords'!"
The high-level artistic conception is also called the 'virtual artistic conception'.
Generally speaking, only those who are at the level of the Transformation Realm can master such an 'artistic conception'.
Of course, there are no absolutes.
If one's own understanding is far superior to that of a talented 'Dongxu Realm Warrior', he will also have the opportunity to comprehend the 'Void Transformation Realm'.
This kind of warrior is much rarer than the warrior in the Transformation Realm.
Moreover, any one of them is an extremely terrifying existence.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
Feng Tianwu and Su Li were indistinguishable.
Half an hour passed.
The battle remains the same.
At this time, some viewers couldn't help it anymore and urged: "If we continue like this, when will it end? There will be a 'ranking battle' for the young experts at the ninth level of the Void Realm later!"
"That's right! If Su Li and Miss Tianwu fight on Fushu.com for a day and a night, wouldn't we also have to wait a day and a night?"
"In my opinion, there is no point in continuing the fight. Let this battle be considered a draw."
…
Many viewers were a little impatient, and some made suggestions.
Above the Prison Arena, the two old men who were responsible for presiding over the 'Dynasty Martial Competition' looked at each other and then looked at the emperor of the Han Dynasty together.
The emperor nodded to them.
Suddenly, the two old men looked at Feng Tianwu and Su Li, who were still fighting, and were ready to announce the result of a 'tie'.
"Little Tianwu..."
One of the old men stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
It was not that someone interrupted him, but that he opened his mouth and made no more sound, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.
In full view.
Feng Tianwu, who had originally fought to a draw with Su Li, suddenly appeared in the void above his head, without any warning, the shadow of an ancient horned dragon...
Anyone with a discerning eye can see the reason at a glance.
At this moment, in the Yuan Power on the third-grade spiritual whip in Feng Tianwu's hand, the wisps of crimson Qi were obviously more solidified.
"The artistic conception of the Nine Layers of Fire!"
Duan Lingtian, who had been watching the battle between Feng Tianwu and Su Li intently, couldn't help but be moved.
He never expected that Tian Wu would comprehend the 'Nine Levels of Fire Concept' at such a critical moment. "As expected of the owner of the 'Fire Spirit Body', Tian Wu is simply the darling of the 'Fire Concept'."
Duan Lingtian couldn't help but feel shocked.
Others were also frightened.
"Is this okay?"
"Oh my God! How old is Ms. Tianwu Fushuwang this year? She has entered the eighth level of the virtual realm and understood the 'ninth level of fire'... I really feel like I have lived like a dog for most of my life!"
"It's not just you? Isn't it the same for me?"
…
There was a lot of discussion around the prison arena, and most people were dejected.
After Feng Tianwu realized the 'Impression of the Nine Layers of Fire' on the spot, her strength greatly increased, and without any surprise, she forced back Su Li, who was originally tied with her.
Just when she was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue it.
"I surrender."
Su Li spoke, with a sigh in his tone.
At this moment, Su Li felt a little pity.
Originally, the difference between the third-grade spiritual weapons made his power invisibly weaker than Feng Tianwu's, but the sword skills he displayed were undoubtedly somewhat stronger than Feng Tianwu's martial arts.
Therefore, in terms of true strength, he is no weaker than Feng Tianwu.
But he never expected that just when he thought the battle with Feng Tianwu was going to end in a draw, Feng Tianwu actually realized the 'Impression of Nine Layers of Fire' on the spot.
Feng Tianwu, who had comprehended the 'Imagination of Nine Layers of Fire', was equivalent to gaining the power of an ancient horned dragon, breaking the balance between him and Feng Tianwu.
There is no point in continuing to fight.
Because he has no chance of winning, not even a draw.
"Su Li, you are worthy of being Brother Duan's friend...your sword skills are very strong. If my strength were not better than yours, I would not be your opponent."
Facing Su Li who had given up, Feng Tianwu said sincerely.
"Miss Tianwu Fushu.net won the award. Your talent and understanding really surprised me."
Su Li said with some shame.
talent? Comprehension?
After hearing Su Li's words, Feng Tianwu's originally bright autumn eyes dimmed in an instant, and she sighed secretly, "If possible, I would rather not have this talent and understanding... I just want to be an ordinary person. "
Her talent and understanding all rely on the 'Fire Spirit Body' to be so evil, but as the owner of the Fire Spirit Body, the pressure she endures is beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.
When a person knows very early that he will face a 'death disaster' at the age of thirty, only those who have truly experienced it will know how he feels.
"Miss Tianwu Fushu.com defeated Long Yun and Su Li one after another... and ranked 'seventh' in the Dynasty Martial Arts Ranking Tournament. She was rewarded by the royal family of the Han Dynasty with a thousand low-grade Yuan Stones."
One of the old men raised his hand and handed Feng Tianwu a ring.
A thousand low-grade Yuan stones!
Suddenly, the entire prison arena was boiling again.
"One thousand low-grade Yuan Stones is ten times as much as the reward for the tenth ranked battle... If I could get so many Yuan Stones, I would laugh out of my dreams!"
"Stop dreaming! Ordinary warriors like you and I don't know if we can collect a hundred low-grade Yuan Stones in our lifetime, let alone a thousand low-grade Yuan Stones."
"Yes, ordinary warriors like us can only accept our fate in this regard!"
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Many viewers with ordinary cultivation couldn't help but sigh.
The person involved, Feng Tianwu, did not show any joy when faced with a thousand low-grade Yuan stones. After taking the ring with a calm face, he returned to the Feng family's exclusive upper-class auditorium and sat down in Feng Wudao's room. around.
"Brother Wudao, congratulations."
The emperor of the Han Dynasty looked at Feng Wudao and congratulated him repeatedly.
Feng Wudao looked up at the emperor and nodded lightly.
Faced with Feng Wudao's casualness, the emperor was not dissatisfied at all, because he knew that this man's nod to him was already giving him a lot of face.
If it were another person, he might not even pay attention.
"Master Wudao, congratulations."
"Clan Chief Feng, congratulations."
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At this time, many powerful people congratulated Feng Wudao and Feng Tiannan.
Feng Wudao looked calm, as if he didn't hear it and ignored it.
Feng Tiannan, on the other hand, squeezed out a stiff smile and nodded in response.
Obviously, he still couldn't let go of Feng Yunxiang's death.
Feng Yunxiang was defeated by Feng Tianwu first, which didn't matter...but in the end, he died in the hands of the Black Stone Empire's 'Long Yun', causing great loss to the Feng family's face.
However, the Feng family couldn't do anything against Long Yun.
At least, the Feng family did not dare to act rashly before confirming the details of the powerful man behind Long Yun who gave him the third-grade spiritual sword.
Above the Prison Arena.
Another old man looked at Su Li and Long Yun, "Su Li, Long Yun... Now, it will be you two who decide the 'eighth' and 'ninth' seats in the ranking match."
"I surrender."
After Long Yun glanced at Su Li, he admitted defeat again.
Deep in his eyes, although he was unwilling to give up, he also knew that he was not Su Li's opponent yet.
"Master, don't worry...I will defeat Su Li sooner or later and save you a breath!"
Long Yun silently promised in his heart.
"So, the 'eighth' person in today's Dynasty Martial Arts Competition is Su Li... Su Li, you will receive a reward from our Han Dynasty royal family, five hundred low-grade Yuan Stones."
When the old man raised his hand, two more Na rings appeared in his hand, and he handed one of them to Su Li.
Inside, there were exactly 'five hundred low-grade Yuan stones'.
"Long Yun, you are the 'ninth' in today's dynasty martial arts competition, and you will be rewarded with two hundred low-grade yuan stones."
Immediately afterwards, the old man handed another Najie to Long Yun.
After Su Li and Long Yun took the ring, they flew towards the middle auditorium where everyone in the Black Stone Empire was sitting, with envious and jealous eyes.
"Huh? It's really strange that Su Li and Long Yun don't seem to be happy at all after getting so many stones."
Soon, someone discovered the clues.
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