The huge bodies of the two divine beasts collided fiercely, and then exploded, and a huge storm of vitality swept across all directions!
After the collapse of the Xuanwu Dharma, Qiu Zetao's body fell from the sky. His sword soul, carrying the remaining true energy, turned into a white brilliance and returned to the body in a flash, while the black turtle demon soul disappeared into the master of the seven Xuanwu swords. Sleeping in the sword.
After the collapse of Kunpeng's Dharma, the Peng bird demon soul took the remaining energy and turned into a black brilliance and sank into the Tianpeng sword and fell asleep, while Duan Peng's sword soul took the remaining energy and turned into a white brilliance and sank into his body.
A great war came to an end.
At this time, the disciples around the ring were all frightened, shocked by the terrifying fighting power of the two men. If both sides were not harmed, the number one player in the competition would definitely be born from one of them.
A moment later, in the Ten Thousand Swords Picture, both of them were standing on the waves holding swords, but their auras plummeted and their faces turned pale. Just now, the two of them used all their energy and energy to fuse the magical weapons and demon souls, transforming the laws of heaven and earth, and engaged in a fierce battle. The consumption was terrifying and incalculable. In this battle, it can be said that there is no winner, everyone is defeated! Because they will all have a long period of weakness, it is almost impossible to compete for first place!
Therefore, both of them calmed down and did not rush to take action. At this time, they are almost exhausted. If they continue to fight, they may be separated by life or death!
At this time, outside the ring.
Taicang Zhenren waved his hand casually, and the Canglang Ten Thousand Swords Picture shined brightly, shaking out Duan Peng and Qiu Zetao, and then shrunk sharply, disappearing into his hand in a flash.
At this time, he and Master Yuancang looked at each other, and the two of them reached a consensus through voice transmission, and then smiled and said: "This competition will be considered a draw!"
Master Xuancang, Master Hancang and other peak masters also had no objections, so they concluded this.
Immediately, the two jumped off the ring, each accompanied by their junior brothers, and returned to the peaks to heal their injuries.
At this time, Duan Peng and Qiu Zetao were seriously injured and found it difficult to participate in subsequent games.
If nothing goes wrong, the first place in the competition will be between Ling Feng and Xuan Tiandu. This will be the final championship showdown!
Immediately, the elder referee said loudly: "In the second game, Xuancang Peak Xuantiandu will face Yuancang Peak Lin Feng!"
Xuan Tiandu's figure flashed and landed on the ring.
At this time, Ye Xiuyun said: "Junior brother, be careful. If you really can't do it, just admit defeat!"
Xuan Cang Peak and Yuan Cang Peak had never dealt with each other. During the competition, their swords had no eyes. She was afraid that Xuantian would take the opportunity to do something evil, leaving Ling Feng with a hidden danger that could not be healed. Canglang Sword Sect has been established for thousands of years, there are many such examples!
Zhou Zhijie and others also said: "Junior brother, be careful. It doesn't matter whether you can win the championship or not. The most important thing is to take care of yourself!"
Obviously, they are not optimistic about Ling Feng either. Within the Seven Peaks, Xuan Tiandu is as famous as Qiu Zetao, and his combat prowess may not be slightly worse than the terrifying combat prowess displayed by Qiu Zetao and Duan Peng, and indeed far exceeds the combat prowess displayed by Ling Feng.
"Don't worry, I understand!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly, then tapped his toes and jumped onto the other side of the ring, which was about ten feet away from Xuantian.
Xuan Tiandu stared at Ling Feng and said with a smile on his face: "Junior brother Lin, I have heard of your name for a long time. There are quite a few masters and half-step martial arts sects who have died at your hands! I hope junior brother will show mercy!"
But there was a hint of playfulness in his smile and tone. It was obvious that he had great confidence in himself and did not think that Ling Feng was his opponent.
Ling Feng smiled lightly and said, "I don't dare to take it seriously! Please wait a moment, senior brother!"
At this time, in his sea of consciousness, the one-horned evil ghost was still bound by the soul chain, with a painful look on his face, and the dark black flames were still refining its mysterious soul power and burning its soul consciousness. At this time, only 30% of its ghost energy and soul power were left. As Ling Feng thought, the soul-locking chain suddenly loosened.
The one-horned evil ghost was overjoyed, and turned into a black energy that burst out from between his eyebrows, and then condensed into the image of a huge evil ghost with a dark body, a green face, and fangs. It turned around and glanced at Ling Feng, and when it saw the other person smiling, it suddenly trembled in its heart, with a look of fear on its face. It didn't dare to stop, and turned into a line of black energy and threw it at Xu Haifeng, who was in the Xuancang Peak disciple camp under the ring!
Xu Haifeng took out a small black clock like a bell, and the black light suddenly disappeared into it.
Xuan Tiandu was slightly shocked. This one-horned evil ghost was also at the fourth level of Yin God, but he was so afraid of Ling Feng. It seemed that this person should not be underestimated!
At this time, Ling Feng cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Xuan, please!"
Xuan Tiandu also looked solemn, cupped his fists and said, "Junior Brother Lin, please!"
At this time, he had begun to look directly at Ling Feng.
Immediately, the two men unsheathed their swords and concentrated their energy.
The Han Jiao Sword in Ling Feng's hand condensed a layer of white sword aura, but he did not rush to take action. He just enveloped his whole body with soul power, and at the same time he was exploring the movement of Xuan Tiandu's Qi.
However, there is a layer of soul power barrier around Xuantiandu, making it difficult for soul thoughts to penetrate and gain insight into the flow of energy in his body.
A moment later, the long sword in Xuantiandu's hand suddenly burst into dazzling white light, and shot towards Ling Feng with a whoosh! The long sword in his hand has the magical functions of a melee weapon and a flying sword. At this time, driven by sword control, he burst out with unimaginable speed and penetrated Ling Feng's body almost instantly. However, there was no blood splashing, and it was obviously just an afterimage.
Ling Feng's soul thought was insightful, and the moment he sensed the sudden surge of Qi in the flying sword, the power of the essence in his legs suddenly exploded, and his speed instantly entered the level of demon shadow. His body flashed like a phantom of a demon, and he escaped in an instant. He fired the incoming flying sword and came to Xuantiandu's side.
Immediately, the Han Jiao Sword slashed quickly, but Xuan Tiandu's figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared, appearing in the distance for a flash.
Ling Feng's expression became solemn. Even if Xuantiandu's speed was not as fast as his own demonic shadow level, it was not far behind. However, this is normal. The Canglang Sword Sect has a long heritage, so there will naturally be no shortage of master-level movements.
At this time, Xuan Tiandu pointed his finger, the flying sword suddenly turned, and shot towards Ling Feng again! This flying sword is not only controlled by Xuantiandu's divine soul brand, but also assisted by the sword spirit, so it is naturally extremely flexible. Moreover, the shape of the flying sword is narrow and the air resistance is extremely small. Driven by the strong Canglang Sword Qi cultivation, the speed of the flying sword is far beyond that of the physical body! This speed even surpassed the speed of Ling Feng's demonic shadow level, and it flashed across Ling Feng's body in an instant!
Ling Feng's body turned into an afterimage and disappeared, appearing in the distance for a flash. His soul thought shrouded his entire body, allowing him to discern opportunities. No matter how fast the flying sword was, it would be difficult to focus on him. However, the length of the arena was only 20 meters, which limited the dodge distance. He could not escape the pursuit of the flying swords at all, and could only keep dodging. Every time he dodged the flying swords, it was as if he was walking on a tightrope and could fall at any time. abyss!
Under the ring, Ye Xiuyun, Zhou Zhijie and others all looked worried. The flying sword was so fast that it was difficult to hold back. If it hit a vital point, Ling Feng would definitely not survive!
After a moment, Xuan Tiandu suddenly sheathed his sword and advised: "Junior Brother Lin, it is difficult to keep the flying sword, you should admit defeat, otherwise if I hurt you, I will not be able to explain to Uncle Yuancang!"
