Cheng Maofa stared at Cheng Ling helplessly, feeling really angry in his heart. To be honest, after watching the previous games, he decided that Cheng Ling was his strong rival. He wanted to have a good battle with him and impress the opponent with his strength.
But now, after the battle between Gu Youlan, Bai Yiyi, and Leng Feng, more than half of the true energy was consumed. The duel with Cheng Ling was really not a sure thing. At this point, there was no room for him to hesitate, unless he voluntarily admitted defeat.
Qiang braced himself, looked at the other party coldly, and said: "Cheng Ling, I wanted to fight with you, but I didn't expect you to use such despicable methods. I am really disappointed!"
Cheng Ling smiled and said calmly: "To each other, most of your true energy has been consumed. I fought more than forty people in a row and consumed a lot of it. There is no need to say anything!"
Cheng Maofa's heart moved, these words really reminded him. He fought three people in a row, but the opponent fought more than forty people in a row, which must have consumed a lot of real energy. In the current state, he was probably pretending to be calm, and he couldn't tell why he was feeling depressed.
He stood up straight, cheered himself up, and said calmly: "In that case, let's do it!"
Cheng Ling slowly drew out the red flame sword, pointed at Cheng Maofa, and tapped the void three times. His aura soared into the sky, like a sharp sword, and the air around the arena was cut with a hissing sound.
70% sword intent, stimulate with all your strength!
Cheng Maofa's eyes were solemn, and he waved his hands continuously, with two fire dragons wrapped around his body, preparing for defense. Then, he stretched out his palms, and four illusory swords condensed in his palms, floating up and down.
"Sen Luo Sword Technique!"
Cheng Ling was the first to strike, and his long sword flashed through several sword lights. A layer of sword energy like a skynet pressed towards Cheng Maofa!
"Dancing willows in the returning wind!"
Cheng Maofa pushed with his hand, and four swords flew toward the sword net. He connected the points with his hands. The long sword shuttled back and forth under control. The sword net was constantly broken, and soon only half of it was left.
Cheng Ling secretly praised that this illusory sword spell was really sharp. Cheng Maofa's character is not very good, but his combat power is indeed strong. However, the sword net in front of him was not so easy to break. While the illusory sword weapon shuttled through the sword net, he continued to shoot dozens of sword lights.
Those sword lights gathered together and formed a sword net, which continued to cover the past.
"Wind and Thunder Transformation!"
The illusory long sword drew an arc. Cheng Ling accurately grasped the sliding direction. The two sword energy turned into four or eight rays and slashed hard at the illusory long sword.
Wave! Wave! Wave! Wave!
The four illusory swords were struck by the sharp sword light and immediately shattered. Cheng Maofa was shocked. The opponent's attack was so fast that he could even catch the flying sword. He connected the points with both hands, fired the upper and lower rows of spells, and shouted in his mouth, "Bipolar Ice and Fire!"
Cheng Ling raised his eyes and saw that the top row was ice blades and the bottom row was fire blades. The two sets of spells were half a foot apart, creating a temperature difference between ice and fire. Wind tornadoes were brewing in the void in between.
Under the influence of the two extremes of ice and fire, the wind tornado quickly came towards Cheng Ling to kill him. As long as he was sucked in, he would never be able to keep his body intact.
"Ice and fire, I can do this!"
Cheng Ling roared angrily, and instantly fired out the Seven Purple Flame Swords. The scorching sword energy drove the air to form a tropical storm. Immediately afterwards, the long sword passed through several circles of light in succession, and a layer of fine water vapor spread all over the body. The water vapor turned into water droplets under the action of the true essence.
"Falling flowers and flowing water!"
After the tropical storm, the water droplets in the sky followed closely behind, forming the polar opposites of ice and fire, colliding with Cheng Maofa's spell.
Rumble~!
strong impact
The energy exploded, and the entire arena floor seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, which was bone-chillingly cold. In the air, scorching energy rose, and the temperature in the arena rose a lot. The upper half of the ban was scorching hot, and the lower half was cold.
The two extreme oppositions became even more intense after being detonated, forming a huge storm vortex, and their bodies were constantly being sucked into the vortex.
The storm vortex rotated violently, the entire arena was shaking, and even the seal began to shatter. The audience opened their eyes wide and looked at the two people fighting on the ring in complete disbelief.
"It's scary, they are too powerful."
"How can I still hold on to such a strong storm vortex? If it were for me, I would have been crushed to pieces!"
"Is this a battle in the Nascent Soul stage? These two people have reached such a state!"
Cheng Ling and Cheng Maofa were both resisting the pull of the storm, but the wind generated by the upper and lower poles was getting stronger and stronger. The more they resisted, the closer they got to the center of the storm.
Cheng Maofa was secretly anxious. The entire storm was formed by the combined efforts of him and Cheng Ling. It had already consumed half of the remaining true energy. Coupled with the suction to resist the storm, the true energy would not be able to hold on any longer.
"We must find a way to break through the storm, otherwise we will die in it sooner or later!"
He gritted his teeth, stretched out his hands, yin in his left hand and yang in his right hand, and sat in a hugging position. The remaining true energy in the body gathered between his hands, gradually forming a larger sword. The sword kept trembling in his hands, seemingly unable to stabilize.
Cheng Ling was also thinking of countermeasures. The storm vortex in the middle was formed by combining the ice and fire power of him and Cheng Maofa. It was extremely powerful. If it was not resolved, the ice and fire energy in the air would continue to gather, and it would only become stronger and stronger.
Nowadays, it is very difficult to resist its suction. If you don't crush it, the consequences will be disastrous. Just ordinary attacks can never break it, you can only use the strongest killing move!
The red flame sword stood upright in front of him, he slowly closed his eyes, mobilized his whole body's essence, energy, and spirit, and integrated 70% of his sword intention and the general trend of the sword. The entire long sword was filled with a layer of sharp sword light, and it seemed to be twice as thick.
"Heart-Refining Sword!"
The sound of breaking through the air could not describe the sharpness and speed of this sword. I could just vaguely see a white line passing through the storm vortex from Cheng Ling's hand!
On the other side, Cheng Maofa finally stabilized the sword between his hands and pushed forward. The giant sword also blasted towards the storm vortex.
The two of them used their strongest killing moves at the same time, and three huge waves of power collided together. Produce a stronger explosion sound!
Boom! Boom!
The arena seal was blown to pieces in the powerful explosion, and the strong bursting air flow spread out in all directions. The faces of the four courtyard masters and elders changed drastically, and they jumped up one by one, waving their hands to form a defensive light shield.
But their movements were still a little off, and many of the disciples standing in the front row had been injured by the force of the storm. In the center of the arena, a cloud of smoke and dust rose up after the explosion, and fierce sword energy continued to shoot out.
After a long time, the smoke and dust cleared. Only when everyone saw the scene of the arena clearly, everyone's mouths opened wide and they couldn't react for a long time.
I saw that only a small half of the arena had been blown away by the powerful explosion. A large semicircular pit was formed in the center of the arena. The hard floor tiles were missing, and only the general outline could be seen vaguely.
On the left side of the silhouette, Cheng Ling is kneeling on the ground, panting. The three bursts of energy just exploded, and he used his physical skills to the limit. He kept dodging the sharp sword energy that came from the spurts, and resisted the strangulation of the wind tornado.
If he hadn't smashed dozens of small wind tornadoes in succession, his entire body would have been swept into the center of the storm. It's really a life-and-death situation, and I haven't felt that kind of heart palpitations for a long time. Most of the true energy in the body has been consumed, and it is very hard to be able to keep kneeling.
Looking at Cheng Maofa again, he was lying on his side on the ring, his clothes were torn, and he was breathing more out than in.
The two of them attacked the storm vortex almost at the same time, but he didn't have much real energy left. Cheng Ling hit the opponent with all his strength. His illusory sword could not resist it, and the storm vortex moved closer to his figure in an instant. Fortunately, The three forces could not merge and produce a strong explosion, otherwise he would be strangled by the storm vortex!
However, the speed of the storm vortex was too fast, only enough for him to place a dozen defensive light shields in front of him. The huge power of the explosion completely shattered the defensive light shield and withstood most of the impact. This time, he couldn't hold on any longer. The huge shock wave collided with him and he was ejected far away. He hit the ground hard and was completely stunned.
The presiding elder hurriedly jumped onto the damaged ring, carefully checked Cheng Maofa's condition, breathed a sigh of relief, and then announced: "Cheng Ling wins this battle!"
Fortunately, Cheng Maofa is still alive. It would be a big deal if he died. Although the creation of the storm vortex was an accident, as a referee, he naturally has the responsibility to look after his disciples. If someone is killed during the competition, I can't explain it to the chief hospital leader!
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into loud cheers! It was too strong. Whether it was Cheng Ling or Cheng Maofa, such a battle was really terrifying. If it weren't for the protection of the dean and the elders, at least half of the disciples in the front row would have died.
Fortunately, there is no danger now. Although some disciples were injured, they were all minor injuries. Compared to the battle between the two, it is really not enough.
Jian Wuya and Jian Laodao laughed, looking at Cheng Ling's eyes with indescribable joy, not expecting that Cheng Ling was so strong. Not much can be seen in the battle with Cheng Maofa, but in the face of a strong storm whirlpool, he can protect himself, which has to be amazing!
Sun Yuanliang smiled bitterly and shook his head. If he had known that Cheng Ling was so powerful, he would not have let his disciples come forward to fight. Fortunately now, the entire Fa Dao Academy disciples, including the number one Cheng Maofa, were all defeated by him, with less than a few percent of their combat strength left.
In the next round of competition, those who can recover in a short time can still retain their rankings, while those who are injured too seriously can only feel sad secretly. Vaguely, I felt a little indebted to the disciples of the Fa Daoyuan.
Cheng Ling jumped onto the first stone pillar, closed his eyes, and recovered with all his strength. The power of the explosion just now caused some minor injuries, but the loss of real energy was not great. He could recover after just meditating for a while, not to mention that he also had the healing technique of Muxiang Lingjue.
Now that I have the first place, all I have to do is meet the challenges of others. He is not afraid of Song Duan, but Qiu Ruohen is a strong opponent, and Wu Tianlei, who is ranked second, is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Only by recovering his condition as soon as possible can he keep his current position.
The arena and ban were severely damaged, and the deacon elders and disciples needed to repair them. This did give him a certain amount of time. It's just that this time didn't last long, and the monk's methods were not comparable to those of ordinary people. After only two hours, the arena and the ban were restored to their original state, as if nothing had happened at all.
At this time, the presiding elder came to the ring and asked Song Duan: "Who do you choose to challenge?"
Song Duan frowned and glanced at Cheng Ling. The four people in front of him were not ordinary. Judging from the previous situation, Cheng Ling must have been exhausted. I don't know if he recovered in two hours. But from the look on his face, it was obvious that he still had some trump cards that he had not yet revealed.
Should I challenge him? For a moment, I was in a dilemma!
