At the same moment, in another arena, two foundation-building stage disciples faced each other, their breaths churning, which was daunting. They are Yang Feng, the 30th ranked disciple of the Xue Nan Sect, and Song Xiao, the 26th ranked disciple of the Xue Han Sect. This duel not only involves personal honor, but also involves the grudges between the two sects. Therefore, both sides unreservedly used all their strength and struck without mercy.
Yang Feng has a strong body, like a cheetah galloping in the ring, as fast as lightning. His techniques were sharp and his attacks were as violent as a rainstorm. Song Xiao, on the other hand, was calm and composed, using defense as offense. His steps were steady and his moves were perfect. Even a seemingly insipid blow could always block Yang Feng's attack just right.
The battle between the two entered a fierce stage, and each other's attacks became more fierce. Yang Feng used a move called "Howling Wind" to condense his true energy into a strong wind, trying to blow Song Xiao off the ring. Seeing the powerful wind blowing towards his face, Song Xiao's expression remained unchanged, he smiled coldly and responded with the move "Wonderful Frozen". A cold breath instantly enveloped the entire arena, as if time had been frozen. Yang Feng's attack was neutralized by the cold air, and Song Xiao took advantage of this opportunity to quickly counterattack.
Seeing that his attack was broken, Yang Feng's expression changed and he quickly adjusted his tactics. He swayed and shuttled around the ring like a ghost, avoiding Song Xiao's attack. At the same time, he used the move "Fire Snake Breathing Letter", and a fire snake spurted out from his palm and rushed towards Song Xiao. Wherever the fiery snake passed, a sea of fire ignited.
Facing Yang Feng's attack, Song Xiao did not dare to underestimate him. He hurriedly retreated, and at the same time formed seals with his hands, and used the "Glacier Melting" move. An even more powerful cold air spurted out of his body and collided with the fire snake. In the confrontation between extreme heat and extreme cold, the entire arena trembled.
However, Yang Feng's attack did not end there. He turned around, and another fire snake flew out of his sleeve. This time, the fire snake split into several segments in the air and attacked Song Xiao in various directions. Yang Feng himself took the opportunity to attack at close range and used the move "Thunder Strikes the Ground". His punches were extremely fierce, with a thunderous sound, and they hit Song Xiao's chest.
Facing Yang Feng's thunderous blow, Song Xiao could no longer resist. He spurted blood and his body was punched out of the ring by Yang Feng. The moment he hit the wall, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. At this moment, the whole place was silent, as if the air had stopped flowing. The disciples of the Xuehan Sect looked pale, while the disciples of the Xuenan Sect cheered for joy.
The hatred between the Xue Nan Sect and the Xue Han Sect was like a huge shadow, lying between the two sects. On this cold winter day, a duel between foundation-building disciples was about to break out on the top of a snow-white mountain.
The foundation-building disciples of Xue Nan Sect were wearing dark blue robes, and their eyes were full of firmness and determination. They knew that today's duel was not only a personal honor, but also an honor and disgrace for the entire sect. In this team, the fifteenth ranked disciple has a slender figure and sharp eyes. His name is Li Han.
On the other side of Xuehan Sect, the foundation-building disciples were wearing light blue robes, and their eyes were full of coldness and determination. They also knew that this battle would determine their status in the sect. In this battle, the eighteenth-ranked disciple was tall and ferocious, and his name was Leng Feng.
The duel began. Li Han and Leng Feng rushed towards each other like two ferocious beasts. Their fists were like meteors, hitting each other hard. The attack and defense of both sides intertwined like two melodies, forming a fierce battle.
Li Han used his flexible skills and unparalleled endurance to skillfully deal with the cold wind. Leng Feng, on the other hand, used absolute power and violent attacks to try to defeat Li Han in one fell swoop. The eyes of both parties were full of determination and perseverance, and neither of them wanted to lose.
However, the gap in strength is obvious. Leng Feng's attacks became more and more fierce, but Li Han always dodged at the critical moment, and then hit Leng Feng back with more fierce counterattacks. In a fierce attack, Li Han caught Leng Feng's flaw and hit Leng Feng's abdomen hard with a punch.
Lengfeng let out a scream, and then his body fell heavily on the snow like a broken sandbag. There was an expression of pain and despair on his face, and he looked at Li Han with unwillingness in his eyes. But Li Han just looked at him indifferently, and then slowly retracted his fist.
In this raging wind and snow, two figures were entangled together like flying giants treading the snow. White spiritual power spurted out from the two men, reflecting their determined eyes and endless hatred. This is the showdown between Ming Han, the tenth-ranked disciple among the foundation-building disciples of the Xue Nan Sect, and Xue Yang, the ninth-ranked disciple among the foundation-building disciples of the Xue Han Sect.
Ming Han has a body as strong as a fox, and his green clothes are dancing in the cold wind. He was holding a slender sword, the blade of which glowed coldly, as if to tell his loneliness and determination. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and his figure disappeared instantly, leaving an afterimage. This is his secret skill, "Cold Shadow Escape". He uses spiritual energy to soften his own breath and kill with one strike.
Snowyang wears thick silver armor and remains unmoved even in the severe cold. His face was expressionless, with only a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes. He slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist, and the blade flashed a cold light in the sunlight. His secret skill is "Frozen World". With this sword swing, it seems that even the air is frozen.
The two figures intertwined on the ring, and the sword energy collided with the sword energy, causing a cloud of flying snow. Every collision seems to tear the whole world apart. Their figures were looming in the snow, and every time they appeared, they were filled with overwhelming murderous intent.
However, Minghan was inferior after all. Under Xueyang's "frozen world", he felt an irresistible force. His figure staggered in Xuehan's sword energy, and was finally thrown out of the ring. Minghan's body drew a parabola in the air, and then fell heavily into the snow under the ring. Snow foam splashed everywhere and there was silence.
Xue Yang looked coldly at Ming Han struggling under the ring and put away his long knife. There was a hint of cunning and pride in his eyes. This victory was a victory over the years of grudge between his Xue Han Sect and Xue Nan Sect. He knew in his heart that this battle was a battle for his reputation and also a revenge for the sect's hatred.
Minghan struggled to stand up, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He stared at Xueyang, his eyes filled with unwillingness and anger. However, he knew that he had lost. His body could no longer withstand such an attack. He dragged his tired body and walked out of the ring step by step.
Looking at Ming Han's leaving figure, Xue Yang smiled softly. This is his victory, and also the victory of his Xuehan Sect. He turned his head and looked at the Xuenan Sect's mountain gate in the distance, a trace of firmness and determination flashing in his eyes. He knew that this victory was just the beginning, and the grudge between him and his sect and the Xue Nan Sect had just begun.
As for Minghan, he knew that he had failed, and that his honor and dignity had been taken away. He swore in his heart that he would get this place back and his dignity back. He knew that he and his sect would not give up the shame of this battle easily.
The end of several consecutive battles did not bring much cheers. The disciples of Xue Nan Sect and Xue Han Sect watched these scenes silently, their hearts filled with complicated emotions. The shadow of new hatred, I don’t know when it will be broken.
Among the nine hundred and ninety-eight arenas, the disciples of the Xue Nan Sect and the Xue Han Sect were engaged in a fierce competition. Each arena is like an independent battlefield, full of tension and blood.
The disciples of Xue Nan Sect had perseverance and confidence on their faces. Their movements are flexible and changeable, and their attacks are as fast as the wind. The disciples of the Snow Han Sect were wearing silver-white school uniforms, their eyes were as cold as frost, and their attacks were like cold lightning, fast and deadly.
The disciples of the two sects showed extraordinary strength in the arena. Their competition is fierce and tense, and every move may determine the outcome of a battle. On the edge of the ring, other disciples were watching the battle nervously, their moods rising and falling as the game progressed.
The outcome of the two sects was evenly matched at first. At a certain moment, the disciples of Xuehan Sect seemed to have the upper hand, and their attacks came like a flood. But at this moment, the disciples of Xue Nan Sect suddenly launched a fierce counterattack. They used their flexible movements to quickly break through the opponent's defense line.
However, this massive showdown isn't just about winning or losing. The hatred between the two sects also gradually escalated during the game. In every collision, the disciples seem to be proving their strength and worth to each other. Every victory may bring a glimmer of light to the sect's honor, while every failure may deepen the gap between the two sects.
In such an atmosphere, the competition in the ring became more intense. The disciples of the Xue Nan Sect used their speed and strength to put pressure on the disciples of the Xue Han Sect, while the disciples of the Xue Han Sect fought back with their tenacity and skill. The competition is no longer just a competition of skills, but also a competition of will between the two sects.
The competition will not end easily, and the hatred between the two sects has not dissipated. Every arena seemed to be a witness to the hatred between the two sects, and every competition added new colors to this hatred.
However, it was under such pressure and challenges that the disciples of the two sects also showed their tenacity and perseverance, and they proved their honor and belief through fighting.
Although the outcome was undecided, both the Xue Nan Sect and the Xue Han Sect showed admirable strength and tenacity in the competition. Every battle is a collision of two souls, and every action is a manifestation of faith. Despite the deep hatred, the disciples of the two sects still persisted. They used fighting to explain what honor is and what faith is.
At this moment, the nine hundred and ninety-eight arenas seemed to have become a place to witness the grudges between the two sects. Every victory or defeat in the competition affects everyone's heart. And this large-scale competition will also become an important chapter in the history of the two sects.
"Boy, don't be arrogant, I'm here to meet you!" Another disciple of the Xue Nan Sect jumped onto the ring, it was the senior brother of just now Cai Ren, "I can't spare you for seriously injuring my senior brother!"
"You only have one chance, your last chance." Long Yu's voice was still light, but now when the viewers heard these words, they couldn't help but take a breath.
The visitor pulled out a big knife and said, "Look at the knife!" and then slashed at Long Yu.
"Aren't you going to hide?" In the shocked eyes of everyone, Long Yu just looked up at the person coming.
When the long knife touched Long Yu's forehead, the long knife broke instantly!
All the disciples were stunned, but before they could react, they heard Long Yu's light voice again: "You guys have no chance."
At this time, not only the disciples of Xuehan Sect and Xuenan Sect were looking here, but most of the disciples of other sects were also looking towards the arena where Long Yu was.
