There are fifty disciples, with an average of seven places per peak. Yuancang Peak has only a small number of disciples, but they all come. Because ordinary disciples cannot fly with swords for a long time, this trip is on horseback.
At this time, Ling Feng and Ye Xiuyun were riding horses together, but they discovered Luo Feng, the top disciple of Hancang Peak, and Dugu Ao, the top disciple of Xuancang Peak. Although these two people are both powerful martial artists, they should be over a hundred years old. Why are they here? He then asked: "Senior sister, why are senior fellow apprentices Dugu and Luo also here?"
Ye Xiuyun smiled and said: "Speaking of which, it's all because of you. You killed the Demon General Ye Tianya, no matter what method you used, but with this combat power, it is very possible to win the championship. The six factions intentionally boycotted your participation in the competition. Master Out of compromise, the disciples agreed to change the conditions for the competition. As long as they are disciples of the seven sects under the age of 200, they can participate, and they can use fifth-level magical weapons!"
Ling Feng secretly rejoiced that he had not been careless and exchanged the Black Dragon Magic Chain, otherwise the boat might have capsized in the gutter.
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Since all the disciples of the Canglang Sword Sect were on second-level mounts and were extremely fast, they arrived at Xuanwu Mountain in Lingzhou at a quarter past one o'clock in the afternoon.
Xuanwu Mountain is the seat of the Xuantian Dao Sect and the number one mountain in Lingzhou. It looks like a turtle entrenched and is full of spiritual energy. Xuanwu Mountain is divided into seven main peaks: Xuantian, Xuanyuan, Xuandao, Xuanxin, Xuanzhen, Xuanwu and Xuanling. The Xuantian Peak in the middle is the main peak of the sect. It is hundreds of feet high and the mountain is so steep that it reaches straight into the sky like a divine pillar supporting the sky.
Ling Feng and others from the Canglang Sword Sect came to the Xuantian Peak Hall and met the leader Xuantian Tian.
Then they were arranged to stay at Xuanyuan Peak, and Ling Feng and other Yuancang Peak disciples were in a separate courtyard.
Ling Feng entered the room and prepared to fuse several martial soul fragments. At this time, he had a total of thirty martial soul (inner elixir) fragments, which he had to digest little by little. He closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, and with a thought, he began to fuse a Gengjin inner elixir fragment.
After a while, he opened his eyes, but he didn't realize the talent, only 10,000 more points of energy.
Ling Feng did not lose heart and continued to fuse a Gengjin martial soul fragment.
After a moment, he opened his eyes and looked happy, because he had comprehended a fifth-level low-grade White Tiger Killing God Sword Technique lv4. Ling Feng estimated that this Gengjin martial soul fragment was dropped by Bai Sheng, the leader of the White Tiger tribe. Although it is not a swordsmanship, it is a martial arts swordsmanship after all, and it is definitely worth it!
Immediately, he prepared to fuse the Xuanyin martial soul fragments to see if he could comprehend the powerful swordsmanship of the Demon General and the Sword Demon.
At this moment, a voice came into Ling Feng's ears: "Wanjun from the Ten Thousand Beast Sect comes to challenge!"
Ling Feng thought for a while and figured out that he was probably here to test his true identity, so he just ignored him. If all the cats and dogs came to challenge him, he would not be able to practice.
At this time, outside the yard.
A handsome young man wearing purple robes and a sword on his waist stood at the door. He was none other than Wan Jun, an outstanding disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. He waited for a moment, but received no reply. His face suddenly became gloomy, and he was ready to rush in.
At this time, in the courtyard, Zhou Zhijie stretched out his unsheathed sword and stopped him, saying coldly: "Since junior brother has not agreed to your challenge, how can it be that a righteous disciple would do such an unauthorized intrusion?"
Wan Jun said calmly: "As long as Senior Brother Zhou is better than me, Wan will turn around and leave immediately!"
Zhou Zhijie said: "Okay!"
A moment later, the bluestone ground outside the yard.
Zhou Zhijie and Wan Jun stood about ten feet apart facing each other, gathering their energy and concentration.
Next to them, Han Lang, Hou Dehai, Xiang Yu, Ye Xiuyun, Sun Nanting were all there, and several disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect also came to watch the battle. This kind of challenge before a competition is common. Wuzong-level seed players such as Dugu Ao and Luo Feng will also encounter challenges, no matter if they are to test the details.
After a moment, the two of them moved at the same time. The swords were unsheathed, blooming with purple lightning and white sword light. The swords clashed, blooming with brilliant brilliance, but they were separated at the touch of a touch.
Then, the two people's bodies changed rapidly, and they kept fighting. Wan Jun's sword technique carries Zi Lei's true energy, which is as powerful as thunder and extremely powerful. A supreme innate master with a slightly lower level of cultivation had already fallen.
Zhou Zhijie's Yuancang Sword Technique is also extremely heavy, and he has both internal and external skills, which are close to the eight-star level. Each sword carries one yuan of huge power, and is even more powerful than the Purple Thunder Sword Technique. If Wan Jun hadn't changed his moves extremely quickly, he would never have been able to stop him.
Wan Jun couldn't attack for a long time, and suddenly let out a roar like a lion's roar. His muscles tensed up, and the purple thunder sword in his hand suddenly pierced Zhou Zhijie's long sword.
Zhou Zhijie felt a powerful force coming towards him, his body retreated sharply, and his long sword almost came out of his hand.
The expressions of Han Lang and others changed. They never expected that this man's sword skills were so powerful.
But Wan Jun's sword skills were as fast as lightning, and he still kept attacking.
After three strikes, Zhou Zhijie was exhausted and hurriedly took the strike. His long sword was knocked away and came out.
Zhou Zhijie said calmly: "You win!"
Wan Jun returned the sword to its sheath, cupped his fist and said, "Chengrang, Senior Brother Zhou, am I qualified to challenge Junior Brother Lin Feng?"
Zhou Zhijie returned the sword to its sheath and said, "I hope you won't regret it!"
A moment later, Wan Jun and other disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect followed Zhou Zhijie into the courtyard.
At this time, a figure in white with a sword on his waist was standing in the yard with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
At this time, Zhou Zhijie cupped his fists and said, "Junior brother, I'm sorry, my swordsmanship is not good, so he broke in."
Ling Feng suddenly turned around and said with a smile: "It's okay, it only takes a moment."
Immediately, Ling Feng looked at Wan Jun and said calmly: "You take action!"
Wan Jun was secretly angry. Ling Feng's expression and tone just now made it clear that he didn't take him seriously. Thinking of Lin Feng's strong record, he suppressed his anger, walked to the middle of the yard, cupped his fists and said, "Junior Brother Lin, please!"
Ling Feng looked calm and waved, "Let's take action!"
Wan Jun drew his sword out of its sheath, gathered his true energy, and the blade bloomed with purple lightning.
However, Ling Feng remained calm from beginning to end, neither drawing his sword nor concentrating his energy.
Wan Jun is the top genius of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect. Being so despised by Ling Feng, he naturally became even more angry and shouted: "Zi Lei Wan Jun!"
He directly activated one of the most powerful killing moves in the Purple Thunder Sword Technique. The energy and blood in his body completely exploded, and he slashed at Ling Feng in the air with the force of splitting mountains and rocks. Before the blade arrived, a purple thunder sword intention turned into a purple thunder dragon and invaded Ling Feng's sea of consciousness. At the same time, the divine weapon spirit of the purple sword also let out a loud roar and transformed into a one-horned thunder beast and rushed into Ling Feng's sea of consciousness. This sword is a powerful killing move that perfectly integrates unique moves, sword intent, and soul skills. With just this one sword, this person has the possibility of entering the top ten on the list.
However, Ling Feng looked indifferent and ignored the soul skills and sword attacks. He concentrated his true energy on his fingertips, flicked his fingers, and hit the blade.
With a bang, Wan Jun retreated sharply, and the purple long knife flew out.
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect and the Canglang Sword Sect looked horrified. Such a powerful move was an attack launched by a divine weapon. Even the strong men of the Wuzong Sect would not dare to catch it with bare hands, let alone strike with a snap of their fingers.
Wan Jun also looked ashen, as if he had lost his soul. He had practiced sword skills for so many years, but was defeated by Lin Feng with a snap of his fingers, and in front of all his brothers. This made him have the idea of suicide with a sword. 9110
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