"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." The wind elements on the duel stage were condensed to the extreme. All the audience could clearly hear the roar of the wind, but no one felt the strong wind.
Huang Long's eyes were full of pride. He looked at the young man opposite through Feng Mo and said in a deep voice:
"If you don't want to surrender, then I'll let you see the results of my recent training. If you die under the sword in the hands of the wind demon, it won't be considered as burying your genius!"
Lifting his arms slightly, Huang Long assumed the same posture as Feng Mo, and then raised his head at the same time.
In Yiran's perception, there are countless threads of spiritual power as thick as a hair between Feng Mo and Huang Long, closely connecting the two.
In Yiran's eyes, the wind demon is the yellow dragon, but the yellow dragon is not the wind demon.
But in this case, is Huang Long still a person of dual cultivation? Otherwise, how can one exert the powerful power of the wind demon?
It was only in the next second that Yiran figured out the key.
Huanglong didn't leave the spot, Feng Mo was already rushing towards Yiran.
It turns out that it only requires mental power to control it, and the wind demon can move on its own wherever the mental power can reach it.
The figure of Feng Mo disappeared in an instant, stepping on the gladiatorial platform step by step. There was no shock of landslides and ground cracks, nor the cracks before the gladiatorial platform was shattered.
Only the countless tiny grooves cut out under its feet can prove the sharpness of the wind demon.
Of course, in addition to sharpness, Feng Mo also has another characteristic, that is, speed. The magic cast by wind magicians will never lack the word "quick".
A distance of more than ten feet was reached in the blink of an eye, and Feng Mo swung the long knife in his hand towards Yiran in one go.
Many spectators who had not reached the sixth level of cultivation did not even see clearly how Feng Mo moved, but Yiran had been pushed back dozens of feet and came to the edge of the fighting stage.
With just one slash, Yiran discovered the power of this self-created magic.
The speed and sharpness of wind magic are fully displayed, and the most important thing is that the so-called wind magic is only an appearance, and inside it is the endless wind element.
The long sword can chop, and its hands and feet can also be used as swords. Even every part of its body is filled with extremely sharp wind magic.
Knocked back to the edge of the arena by a single blow, Yiran appeared a little embarrassed for the first time on the arena.
There were many gaps cut by the wind element sword on the long sword in his hand, and there were many cuts on the clothes on his body.
All the audience cheered immediately, holding up the bills in their hands as if they were holding shiny gold coins.
The deafening cheers became more uniform than ever at this moment: "Kill him, kill him!"
Different from everyone's excitement and enthusiasm, Huang Long's face on the stage was extremely serious, and he was not happy at all because of Yiran's embarrassment.
Because only he who used the wind demon knew that the sword only knocked back Yiran, but it looked like a single sword but in fact there were countless wind slashes sweeping up at the same time under the sword.
However, in the head-on collision, the young man was only knocked back and his clothes were cut off, but there was no injury on his body, and even his energy was not affected in any way.
At this moment, Huang Long finally realized that his idea was really off the mark. Such a guy was infinitely more powerful than himself, yet he was so brazen that he would admit defeat.
Huang Long, whose face turned extremely pale due to the intense consumption, suddenly panicked.
Only by breaking the wind elemental wings can you cast the Wind Demon. Not only will your magic power be greatly consumed, but it will also make you lose your flying speed. If you try to escape again,
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There was little hope left of throwing in the towel in the arena.
Thinking of this and seeing Yi Ran being pushed back to the edge of the arena, Huang Long's heart skipped a beat and he rushed forward without any hesitation.
At the same time, Feng Mo's huge body rushed towards Yiran again, the purpose was no longer to kill him, but just to push him off the fighting platform.
Yiran grinned and instantly understood Huang Long's intention, his smile full of disdain.
"Spiritual fish leaps into the abyss," Yiran shouted softly, and his figure disappeared instantly, leaving only a five-level depression on the ground.
Huang Long's heart pounded and it was hard to calm down, because the young man's speed was already faster than his reaction speed.
It wasn't that he was faster than the wind magic, but that the wind demon he controlled couldn't keep up with his speed.
His mental power was still locked on the young man on the stage, but he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his movements.
In Huang Long's desperate eyes, Yiran's speed increased by 20%, and the depression created by the step on the ground appeared in six levels.
The figure instantly passed over the wind demon who could only chase him, and came to Huang Long.
A magician who has exhausted all his magic power and mental energy, even a samurai who has just entered the practice, can easily kill him, let alone Yi Ran, who is not very consumed.
There was no difficulty at all. The long sword thrust straight out and penetrated Huang Long's chest. Only then did Feng Mo come to stand behind Yiran.
Yiran looked at Huang Long whose face was twisted to the extreme and said nothing. However, Huang Long was struggling to death and tried his best to speak: "Hey, hey, you are very strong, so let's die together!"
Huang Long, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, faced the sword that pierced his chest, took another step forward, hugged Yiran with his arms, opened his mouth and bit down on Yiran's shoulder.
Yiran shook his shoulders and knocked Huang Long, a magician who was not familiar with melee combat, on the head. He was thinking about what Huang Long meant by dying together.
What kind of trump cards does the magician have who has been stabbed in the chest?
At this moment, Yi Ran suddenly remembered that he had just killed Huang Long, but some of the magic he had performed would not dissipate with the death of the master, just like the wind demon behind him!
The wind demon, which lost the control of its master's mental power, became violent, the wind whistle became sharper, and the entire arena was swept by the strong wind.
Just when many spectators were being blown around and staggering, following the guidance of the formation stone in the hands of the host, another formation appeared in the sky above the viewing platform, isolating the strong wind.
There was no strong wind before because Huang Long condensed the power of the elements into the essence and turned it into a wind demon. When the wind demon loses control, the power of the elements in the body will quickly dissipate and become difficult to suppress.
The wind demon that is so close is about to dissipate, but it still cannot be underestimated.
The huge wind demon seemed to be staring down at Yiran, waving the long knife in his hand fiercely.
Each sword swung out is a sixth-level magic "Wind Breaking the Sky", and the six swords swung out are six "Wind Breaking the Sky".
The ordinary one-star great mage's magic power may not be able to cast six sixth-order magic at its peak state, but the wind demon in front of him could do it even when it was about to dissipate.
It is conceivable that Huang Long can be invincible among the one-star great magicians with the magic of "Wind Demon Kills All Living Things". It is no wonder that Huang Long can still stand unharmed after participating in so many gladiatorial battles. here.
But unfortunately, he encountered an even more incredible opponent today.
Every time Feng Mo swings his sword, his substantial body will become lighter.
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When the sixth sword was swung out, Feng Mo's entire body was shattered and merged into that sword.
Five consecutive "Wind-Breaking Slashes" slashed at Yiran, who was only two feet away, and the power of the sixth "Swift Wind-Breaking Slash" that had not been launched was even more outrageous.
Completely ignoring the sword that penetrated his chest, Huang Long smiled miserably, looked into Yiran's eyes, and then looked behind Yiran at the last piece of magic he left in this world.
When Huang Long finally turned his attention back to the young man, thinking about letting the young man die with him, he became confused again. He could not see the slightest fear or uneasiness in the young man's eyes.
I only heard the young man's final words:
"In the end, you wanted to kill me. You are also a cruel person, so let me let you die in peace."
Yiran did not pull out the long sword that pierced Huang Long's chest. He turned directly to face the five "wind-piercing slashes" falling towards his head, and just shouted: "Eat the heaven and the earth"!
Yiran used all his strength to perform the "Heaven and Earth Devouring" sword technique. Countless spiritual energy gathered towards his body, forming a cyan beam of light around Yiran.
Everyone, including Huang Long and the host, had their mouths trembling, and they couldn't help but say four words:
"Earth level martial arts!"
He was obviously a young man using a sword, but his whole body seemed to have turned into a long sword. The green light pillar finally condensed into a sword gang, standing in a defensive posture waiting for the arrival of "Wind Breaking the Sky".
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," in an instant, five consecutive "Wind Breaking Slashes" struck the sword.
Although Jian Gang is shaky, it is still standing, and its momentum is even growing.
When the sixth "Wind Breaking Slash" struck down, Jian Gang finally shot out the arrow like a long bow that had been charged to the extreme.
As Yiran took a step forward, Jian Gang slashed directly towards the sixth "Wind Breaking Slash".
After one slash, he no longer paid attention to the outcome of the two attacks colliding together.
Yiran turned back confidently and even a little arrogantly, and looked at Huang Long, who was lying on the ground in despair. The magnanimity and momentum of a strong man had reached their peak.
He reached out and pulled out the long sword that was stabbing Huang Long's chest. Only then did a gust of wind blow towards Yiran.
But when it blew in front of Yiran, it seemed that it deliberately avoided Yiran, as if Yiran cut through the strong wind like a long sword, and even the slightly torn clothes on his body were only fluttering slightly.
The entire arena fell into dead silence without any sound. It was not until Yiran pulled out the sword that the host reacted first and shouted excitedly.
"The winner makes our new man, Yi Ran! Let us congratulate him."
The host was so excited that after canceling the formation, he rushed to the arena and raised Yiran's left hand.
It's just that almost all the audience were sick and listless, except for a few people waving their hands and jumping up and down on the audience stage.
The host naturally understood that this life-and-death battle was definitely caused by someone secretly signing up for this young man who came to the arena for the first time.
Originally, this was supposed to be a one-sided massacre, but the person who died should not be Huang Long, who had experienced hundreds of battles.
In such a battle, almost everyone will bet on Huang Long's victory. Although the profit is not much, it is a sure profit without loss.
But in the end, no one expected that the one who died turned out to be Huang Long, who was said to be a sure winner.
Although no one cheered or shouted for Yiran, Yiran, who possesses earth-level martial arts skills, became famous in one battle in the Starfall Arena!
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