"start!"
The Eternal Eye announced expectantly.
Zhao Fan and Mu Feng Zhenxian stepped onto the duel field.
"Zhenxuan, I admit that your combat power is better than the most powerful true-level creature I have ever seen, and you have absolute dominance in the true-level range." Zhenxian Mufeng said with a smile: "However, this level of comparison It is a pure secret method, the seal is just like ordinary people, there is no bonus, and it was created within a thousand years..."
Zhao Fan interrupted the former, "So, what do you want to express?"
"Be eliminated with regret."
Immortal Mufeng raised his eyebrows.
"boring."
Zhao Fan shrugged his shoulders, and in his hand, a supreme sword as thin as cicada wings appeared.
The seal is sealed together with the weapon. The quality is still there, but what is shown is the limit of ordinary quality.
The reason why the eternal divine weapon "Emperor's Name" was not used was because it was a broken sword.
The weapons of both sides are at the limit of mortal quality. If your own weapons are incomplete, you will be at a disadvantage before the fight begins.
Immortal Mu Feng directly sacrificed his eternal ancestral weapon, which was a sword.
Knife versus sword duel!
Zhenyou True Spirit stood at the bottom of the duel arena, his eyes full of curiosity. He wanted to see what kind of secret techniques the two beings who competed with him for the core inheritance had created in a thousand years.
The duel is about to break out.
Immortal Mufeng waved the Eternal Ancestral Sword in his hand and said softly: "The throat of the sword, wherever the sword goes, it will seal the throat, please advise!"
The words fell.
The Eternal Ancestral Sword seemed to be integrated with him, piercing towards Zhao Fan as quickly as lightning.
Nothing fancy, clear-cut, unabashed, but...
That sword seemed to hit the throat accurately no matter how much it was dodged!
I just want to make the other person feel like they know exactly what I am going to do. The only thing I can do is to just watch and wait for death!
"Raging Tide Sword Formation!"
Zhao Fan's voice also sounded. He was holding the light-wing knife and moved!
Although the knife is extremely light.
However, when held in one's hand, it feels as heavy as the ocean!
The calm void stirred up a violent tide!
On the blade of the sword, threads of sword light appeared one after another.
The floating cloth is in the void with Zhao Fan as the center.
One hundred thousand sword lights!
Complex but not chaotic, orderly!
The corner of Mufeng Zhenxian's eyes twitched, and he was disdainful, "Isn't it sealed to the common people? Without the addition of mana, the secret method can still be so gorgeous? Hmph, it's flashy, let me break it with one sword!"
"Tide Keeper!"
Zhao Fan's mind controlled the Raging Tide Sword Formation and instantly transformed it into a defensive sword formation. There was no other reason for this choice. It was the sword of Mu Feng Zhenxian. It was too fast. If it were an attack against an attack, it might take a hundred thousand swords to retaliate. Before he could swarm and kill, his own throat would be pierced by the opponent first.
Not a single genius of the Hunyuan era is a parallel import.
This sword magic created by Mu Feng Zhenxian, if placed in the current Hunyuan era, would be amazing!
Just when the tip of Mufeng Zhenxian's Eternal Ancestral Sword was about to touch Zhao Fan's throat.
The first sword light reached between the throat and the tip of the sword.
The speed of the Eternal Ancestral Sword stagnated slightly, and it continued to thrust forward as if it was not affected in any way.
Even if Zhao Fan got out of the way, the sword tip followed him like a shadow like a maggot attached to the bone.
But that’s it!
The light of one hundred thousand swords has arrived! ! !
The eternal ancestral sword of Zhenxian Mufeng has exhausted its power after piercing more than 76,000 sword lights!
Zhao Fan easily avoided the sword tip.
Stab empty!
"this……"
Mufeng Zhenxian was extremely surprised by this result. He did not expect that the secret technique of the sword created by the opponent had such a powerful defensive ability.
Immediately.
Zhao Fan moved his mind again, "Tide Attack!"
The remaining twenty-three thousand sword lights changed formation instantly!
Even if 70% of the sword light is shattered, what is left can still maintain the angry tide of sword array, but the scale is 70% smaller than before.
"not good!"
Immortal Mufeng's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved the Eternal Ancestral Sword, intending to smash those sword lights.
However, he couldn't use the secret technique he mastered thousands of years ago. The "Sword Throat" he created was a fast-attack type, so he could only parry straight away.
Mufeng Zhenxian struck with one sword after another.
Nineteen thousand sword lights were destroyed.
But at this time, the flaws were exposed.
The remaining four thousand sword lights seem to be scattered, but they are like a whole, with the power concentrated to one point!
Zhenxian Mufeng's body was penetrated by a bloody hole. He was unable to fight anymore and fell to the ground unwillingly.
"The first game, good fortune, wins!"
The Eye of Eternity said thoughtfully: "Mufeng, your sword throat is only close to being complete. If it reaches the extreme, the hundred thousand swords of creation will definitely be pierced through the throat and defeated by you before it can defend itself. "
Immortal Mu Feng is like an eggplant beaten by frost, wilted.
The severe physical injuries are not worth mentioning.
His self-confidence was completely destroyed by those hundred thousand swords.
However, the time limit is only a thousand years, and in another hundred years, the "Sword Throat" can be perfected to the extreme!
A soft beam of light emerged from the pupils of the Eye of Eternity and fell on Zhenxian Mufeng.
In an instant.
Mufeng Zhenxian's injuries have recovered as before, and his condition has returned to its peak.
"The second game, Mu Feng versus Zhen You."
At the same time as the Eye of Eternity was announced, Zhao Fan walked off the duel field.
Zhenyou True Spirit passed by him and said solemnly: "I underestimated Mu Feng, and I underestimated you even more. However, you still have no chance of winning against my secret method."
"We'll see."
Zhao Fan smiled indifferently and became a spectator for the time being.
On the duel field.
Zhenyou True Spirit and Mufeng True Immortal looked at each other for a moment, and then said: "I already know what your secret method is, so I will take advantage of you."
Zhenxian Mufeng held the Eternal Ancestral Sword in his hand and adjusted his mentality without saying a word.
And Zhenyou True Spirit manifested an ax in his hand, which was also an eternal ancestral weapon.
"Creation of heaven and earth!"
Zhenyou True Spirit's voice seemed to come from the eternal divine axe, and the light of the ax struck the void where Mufeng True Immortal was.
Even if the seal was mortal, this ax still caused waves in the void.
Just like the chaos that first opened, the upper and lower parts gradually split apart!
True Immortal Mufeng was among them. He wanted to use "Sword Throat", but the Eternal Ancestral Sword in his hand was extremely heavy, but it still stabbed Zhenyou True Spirit. Although the speed was extremely fast from the perspective of the spectators, it was different from the Compared to the battle against Zhao Fan, it was more than a little bit worse!
The ax light is coming!
"Damn it!" Mufeng Zhenxian's sword changed its target in time and had to give up Zhenyou Zhenyou Zhenling and instead stabbed at the Eternal Divine Ax.
As a result, after shaking the Eternal Divine Ax a little bit, he and his sword were directly overturned by the Eternal Divine Ax, and fell into the crack in the middle of the world. His body was deformed at this time, as if he was being invisible but overbearing. The force pulled the head and feet, and the skin, flesh and bones showed signs of breaking!
Zhenxian Mufeng had no doubt that he would be dismembered if he continued, so he was horrified and said: "I... give up!"
The True Spirit of Zhenyou dissipated the light of the ax that created the world, and the void in the duel field regained its calm. His eyes moved to Zhao Fan below, and he said with a smile: "Zhao Fan, it's your turn."
