|||->->Feng Yanran was startled, she had never seen such a performance before. She knew that her appearance was extremely beautiful, and because she was from the Fengyan Sect, many young heroes in the monastic world admired her.
But other monks either behaved politely in front of her, or they felt ashamed and did not dare to look directly into her eyes. There are only a few people like Cheng Ling who glance around without any scruples and only look at it with ordinary people's eyes.
There was a trace of anger and a sense of freshness in her heart, and she smiled like a flower blooming. The audience was captivated by her grace. She said calmly: "If I lose, how about I promise you a condition!"
After saying that, he raised his face, showing that this girl is not afraid!
Feng Yanran and Yun Jingwen are both in the top ten. Although they are ranked first and last, their appearance is not much different. It's just that Yun Jingwen is very cold, while Feng Yanran's personality is much more out-of-the-box, and she doesn't care much about other people's opinions.
Cheng Ling was startled. This woman could do it. She was bold enough. She directly agreed to a condition without even asking clearly what the condition was. She was really tough. It was completely different from the performance when facing Zhao Jingyi in the ring a few days ago.
He laughed and said: "Miss Feng is so pregnant, which is beyond my expectation. Well, I agree to your request!"
Feng Yanran raised her hand and said, "Please!"
"Ladies first, naturally Miss Feng will make the move first!"
Feng Yanran recited a few words silently, ladies first, but she didn't expect that Cheng Ling was quite graceful. Without refusing, he moved his hands, and several spells condensed on his body. He flicked his fingers, and fired fireballs towards Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling had seen her take action and knew that the other party's spells were superb, but he didn't dare to overdo it. It is now the ninety-fourth game, and there are still six challenges ahead. We must defeat the opponent as soon as possible.
The dragon chanting sword vibrated slightly, and the sword body trembled continuously. It only relied on very small movements to smash the fireballs that came one by one.
Feng Yanran shouted "Okay". She naturally knew that these fireballs alone could not do anything to Cheng Ling. She had watched the previous three battles from the sidelines. Cheng Ling's swordsmanship is extremely strong and cannot be defeated by simple means.
The previous attack was just to test the opponent's methods. There is a difference between watching the battle from the sidelines and the actual battle. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling just shook his sword and shattered the spell he was testing.
At this moment, without any further hesitation, his hands danced like butterflies through flowers, and the true energy in his body circulated rapidly. Beside her, firebirds the size of fists appeared. Those firebirds absorbed the spiritual power of the world around the arena, gradually became more agile, and flew over overwhelmingly.
Cheng Ling retreated sharply, the Dragon Sword flashed through several rays of sword light, and a ball gradually shone at the tip of the sword. The ball was shining with golden light, constantly sucking in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it, and seemed to be competing with Feng Yanran for control of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
In an instant, the two of them sucked up all the space around them, almost forming a void area. The firebird transformed by Feng Yanran became more agile and flew faster. The ball of light at the tip of Cheng Ling's sword became even more dazzling, expanding from the size of a fist to the size of a face.
The moment the firebirds spread out in front of him, the Dragon Sword swung and slashed hard at the ball of light. The ball of light exploded instantly, splitting into hundreds of golden rays of light and shooting towards the Firebird that rushed towards it.
Hee hee hee hee hee...!
The firebird was hit by the golden light and shattered into pieces, with less than half remaining in an instant.
Feng Yanran's expression changed, she didn't expect Cheng Ling to think of such a way to break her spell. The number of fire birds he transformed into was reduced by half, and the fire elemental power he controlled was greatly reduced. It was already very difficult to transform into a fire phoenix like before.
She clapped her hands continuously, adding hot energy to the firebirds in the air, hoping to keep them agile. But how could Cheng Ling do as she wished? Having seen her spell, he already had the upper hand. Coupled with the weakening of the sword just now, the opponent could not resume the attack in a short time.
Xuan Kong stepped out and came behind Feng Yanran in an instant. With a sweep of his long sword, the powerful sword energy drove the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth and slashed at the opponent fiercely.
Feng Yanran dodged sideways, Chi! With a sound, a large gap was made in the long skirt below the chest, and the fiery red undershirt worn close to the body could be seen. Although she has a wild temper, she is still a girl, so how can she withstand such a predicament.
He quickly grabbed the torn clothes with his hands and backed away! Hope to get out of Cheng Ling's sword circle. This time, he almost lost an arm and exposed even greater flaws.
There is no need to say anything about Cheng Ling's ability to catch flaws. He pressed his body closely against Feng Yanran, fired the long sword in his hand as he pleased, and struck towards the opponent with one strike.
Feng Yanran retreated steadily, became angry from shame, and cursed: "You are a slut, don't you want to cut my clothes into pieces!"
"Haha, as long as Miss Feng admits defeat, I will naturally give up!"
"Shameless! Then tell me what your footwork was just now? You were able to come behind you in an instant with your whole body on guard!"
"It's easy to say, the footwork is called Xuan Kong Step."
"The Xuan Kong Step... is indeed a step that contains the artistic conception of space. That's all, I give up!"
Cheng Ling smiled, stopped attacking instantly, and just looked at Feng Yanran indifferently.
Feng Yanran was panting slightly. Although the sudden attack just now was short-lived, it was extremely difficult for her to cope with and consumed a lot of mental energy.
Cheng Ling didn't hold back at all. He used 90% of his sword intention, kendo realm, and sword power, and attacked the opponent's weaknesses. Even so, Feng Yanran resisted dozens of his swords in order to protect her clothes. Feng Yanzong was indeed extraordinary, with strength even higher than Nangong Hao and Ye Ziqian, and in the same league as Yun Jingwen.
After replying for a moment, Feng Yanran said: "You dare to cut my clothes. You are indeed very brave. Aren't you afraid that Feng Yan Sect will cause you trouble?"
"It's okay, Miss Feng, I'm willing to admit defeat! In my eyes, you are indeed very beautiful, but I think the relationship between people is equal, and it does not depend on the sect they are born in, or whether their appearance is good or bad. There is a world of difference in beauty!”
At this time, Zhao Deming announced again: "Cheng Ling wins!"
Feng Yanran seemed not to have heard anything and still stood on the stage, with Cheng Ling's words still echoing in her heart. Does equality between people really exist? The monastic world has always respected strength. Disciples like hers who come from a large sect are always superior to others wherever they go. Is this all false?
Thinking about it, I seem to understand something, but I don't seem to understand it. Looking at Cheng Ling with watery eyes, she became curious about him.
Cheng Ling noticed her gaze and smiled slightly. Feng Yanran exhaled a breath of fairy air, looked at him deeply, and said, "Cheng Ling, I remember, you are very special!"
After saying that, he left a silhouette behind and disappeared in an instant.
Defeating Feng Yanran, Cheng Ling reached 94 consecutive victories, only six games away from 100 consecutive victories.
Zhao Deming glanced at the audience around him and said loudly: "Who else comes forward to challenge?"
The crowd was buzzing, but for a while no one came on stage. In several consecutive battles, Cheng Ling's strength has been amazing. Now he is only in the late stage of integration. If he reaches the peak of integration, he will definitely be on par with the top core disciples of the nine major forces.
Faced with such a suddenly rising monk, how could he dare to challenge him so easily?
Young Master Jiao snorted coldly and glanced to his side. The three monks suddenly woke up, and one of them jumped onto the ring and said: "Long Zehai, Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, come and challenge!"
Cheng Ling nodded slightly, said no more, and struck him head-on with a sword.
If he could maintain some courtesy when facing the disciples of Piaomiao Snow Sect and Shura Sword Sect, then he had no mercy towards the East China Sea Dragon Palace. The other party had dispatched several monks to challenge him in dozens of previous battles. Master Jiao's hatred for him was obvious. No matter how polite he was, the conflict between the two could not be resolved. .
Moreover, facing the power of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, he had already made plans in his mind. If you want to develop business on the Canglang Sea, the conflict of interests with the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea will definitely be inevitable. Sooner or later, a fierce conflict will occur, so why bother being a villain in vain.
Long Zehai ranked fourth in the Canghai Dragon Palace, and his combat power was a little stronger than Xiang Tianwen. However, the difference was not big. Facing Cheng Ling's heavy sword slash, he quickly took out a back sword from the ring and blocked it with a horizontal arm.
But before he could launch a counterattack, the long sword in Cheng Ling's hand retreated at the first touch. There was only a soft sound, and the second sword came one after another. Long Zehai had no choice but to block it with his sword. But Cheng Ling was so fast that he could almost only see the afterimage of the Dragon Sword, which was heading towards his vitals.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The swords collided, making crisp sounds. Facing the endless stream of fast sword attacks from Cheng Ling like the Yangtze River, Long Zehai shouted loudly, danced a circle of light with the sword on his back, and protected himself tightly to avoid being hurt by the sword.
Cheng Ling secretly praised in his heart that the disciples of Donghai Dragon Palace still have a very deep foundation. Even if he takes the lead, they will not be able to defeat them in a short time. The sword essence was poured into the Dragon Sword, and the speed of the shot was increased again. The strength of the arm was increased by one level, and each sword weighed more than a thousand kilograms.
Long Zehai resisted for a quarter of an hour, and gradually felt that he was unable to cope with each of the opponent's swords. From the moment he stepped into the ring to now, he was almost always on defense, with no room for counterattack. I was shocked, could it be that most of the strength was hidden in the previous games?
That's not the case. Although Cheng Ling had something to hide, such as the Heavenly Demon Sacrifice Technique, the extremely powerful sword attack and other killing moves, the others were basically used in the previous battles.
One is that the opponents are also very strong. Yun Jingwen, Nangong Hao, Ye Ziqian, and Feng Yanran are all outstanding representatives of major forces. They cannot be defeated without using most of their strength.
For both, in the first four battles, although there was some consumption, the gains were equally huge. Each battle deepened his understanding of swordsmanship, and the power of the artistic conception integrated into the Jiujue Sword gradually increased.
This is the gap in talent. Some monks only need one battle to greatly improve their strength; while ordinary monks can only seek breakthroughs in long periods of seclusion. Therefore, the old man surnamed Wu valued Cheng Ling so much. A monk who could seek breakthroughs in battle had an incredible level of talent in cultivation and combat.
