No one thought that before the prince's battle was over, the second young master would step onto the battlefield against Fengling.
The people of Yanbei then remembered that the Second Young Master was the same age as the Crown Prince, and today was also his coronation day.
Even so, the Crown Prince and Yan Weixi have an old relationship, so what about the Second Young Master?
If he simply wanted to win the crown, could the huge Yanbei Palace not find a battle platform for him?
Feng Yang ignored the thoughts of the people in the stands and took out the Overlord Gun from his storage bag after walking onto the stage.
Feng Ling raised her eyebrows and asked, "Do you need me to let you go?"
He is in the middle realm of Hunyuan, but Feng Yang has not yet condensed into Yuan Palace. The difference in combat power is so obvious that it is not a problem to ask such a question.
Feng Yang didn't think so, but he fully understood it.
"Have you seen my brother for a long time?" He said with a smile, "Why don't you take a serious look at me today?"
Feng Ling said: "I have looked at you carefully."
Feng Yang said oh.
Two sounds.
"The prince is very much like the prince. He has the same ambition as a young man, the same heavy responsibility, the same amazing talent and the same sharp edge."
The edge is sharp, so he is arrogant.
do you mean this? Feng Yang thought silently.
Before Feng Yang could figure out what that sentence meant, Feng Ling continued: "You are more like a princess, calm and restrained, extremely intelligent, neither arrogant nor impetuous, but very confident."
The pearl of wisdom is in your hand, so you have the confidence in your chest.
Feng Yang thought that this guy's dog's mouth could still spit out ivory.
"As far as I know, you should have called me a waste many times."
"I still see it that way, but that's only at the combat level."
Feng Yang said: "It means you saw something else?"
"Yes." Feng Ling's eyes were complicated, "I could tell from the moment you stood here."
Feng Yang thought to himself that standing here was definitely not my intention. If possible, I would even want to stand on the battlefield of that girl from Murong Mansion.
"Whether it's your intention, the prince's intention, or the prince's intention, the final result is that you stand here."
Feng Yang raised his eyebrows, "What do you want to say?"
Feng Ling looked back at the third elder on the stage, "I want to say it, but I can't, so you have to try if you can force me to say it."
Feng Yang said: "This matter has nothing to do with you?"
Feng Ling said: "I know everything."
Feng Yang thought to himself, is this what it means?
He wasn't going to ask further.
The yellow sand is rolling slightly and the breeze is surging.
Overlord's guns compete to shine.
Feng Lingsheng is at a high level and has a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
Feng Yangsheng excels in his skillful marksmanship and agile figure.
They thrust straight at the same time, spear point to lance point, sparks flying.
The starting position of the Overlord Spear is like a dragon spear.
The two passed by each other, then raised their guns and swept across them at the same time, the gun bodies trembling slightly as they collided.
The second form of the Overlord Spear - Pingsha Break.
Feng Yang shouted angrily and rushed out, bringing up an afterimage in the air.
The afterimage was blocked by another afterimage.
Feng Yang's right shoulder collided with Feng Ling's left shoulder, and the two only stood in a stalemate for a moment before retreating together.
The third form of the Overlord Spear - Tiger Break.
Feng Yang took two steps back, and Feng Ling took two feet back.
Feng Yang raised his eyebrows.
Feng Ling frowned.
It doesn't take much time to raise or frown, so the battle happens as if there is no pause.
Feng Yang raised the Overlord Spear, and the red air flow lingered all over his body, and finally slowly gathered in his right hand, and then poured into the gun. The Overlord Spear glowed with a magnificent red light, as if it had come alive!
The seventh style of the Overlord Spear - Mad Dragon Shock.
Feng Muyun stroked his beard and showed a satisfied smile.
The fourth prince stared, thinking that no wonder Feng Yang didn't intend to accept his proposal.
There were bursts of exclamations in the stands.
There were bursts of exclamations on the battlefield.
It turns out that the second young master’s combat power is also so powerful!
The person who reacted the most to this Mad Dragon Shock was Feng Ling. The moment the blood energy entered the gun, he even felt like he was suffocating!
Although he had known that Feng Yang would definitely be sure if he dared to challenge him, this was beyond his expectations.
He calmly stretched out his hand, and the Overlord Spear stretched out like an iron rope.
The fifth form of the Overlord Spear - Block Tiejiang.
This is the only defensive move in the Overlord Spear. It is said that the first ancestor of the Feng family once used it to block three attacks from the Demon Lord.
He actually planned to stop the mad dragon.
There was an uproar.
The Overlord Spear's momentum is very important. If it goes forward without hesitation, even if it is to cross the border to kill, it will not be a problem. Attack from the front. When the momentum is rising, if you switch offense and defense at this time, wouldn't you dig your own grave?
The fourth prince didn't understand either.
Feng Muyun sighed: "What a gun."
He had already praised Feng Yang's Mad Dragon Shock, so was he praising Feng Ling now?
Feng Muyun said: "If he doesn't have to stop Tiejiang, the winner should be announced soon."
The fourth prince asked: "Why is this?"
Feng Muyun said: "The momentum has been slow, so he cannot be faster than Yang'er."
Before the fourth prince could figure out the cause and effect, Feng Yang moved.
The Overlord Spear thrust out suddenly, and the rich blood energy formed a shadow in front of the spear head, looking like an angry dragon emerging from the water.
A strong wind rose.
Feng Ling took a step back.
The dragon's head bites the iron rope.
The spear was almost bent into a bow, but it didn't break after all.
Feng Ling retreated again, causing two deep black marks to appear between his boots and the ground.
The dragon's head presses the iron rope and bites all the way.
Feng Yang pushed Feng Ling forward.
Less than three feet away from the edge of the battle platform, the gun power finally ran out. The two Overlord Spears bounced off, one fell outside the arena and the other fell to the ground not far away.
Feng Yang was breathing heavily.
Feng Ling's face was pale and his hands were trembling.
There was no communication and the battle resumed.
Feng Yang used his legs as a whip, and Feng Ling used his fists as a sword to attack the opponent's chest.
Feng Yang groaned and flew out.
Feng Ling vomited blood and almost fell off the stage.
Feng Muyun thought that the outcome was decided.
The third elder also thought that the outcome was decided.
The next moment, Feng Yang and Feng Ling rushed towards the overlord gun lying on the stage at the same time. Feng Yang grabbed the tail of the gun and Feng Ling held the tassel of the gun.
Two thunderous explosions.
Both of them on the stage showed their muscular upper bodies, one with bright red blood and the other with khaki domineering energy.
The seventeenth style of the Overlord Spear - a last-ditch battle.
Feng Muyun snorted coldly and looked at the third elder with an even colder look.
The third elder's face was earth-colored, and he did not dare to look at Feng Muyun.
The great elder still squinted his eyes, but his voice was as dark as the underworld.
"Where did Feng Ling learn to fight against the odds? Why didn't I know that the Presbyterian Council had discussed this matter?"
The second elder finally realized that something was wrong, and looked at the third elder with dagger-like eyes.
The third elder wanted to say something.
Feng Muyun said: "Let's see the outcome of the martial arts first."
The Overlord Spear relies on domineering energy, and it is also domineering that makes up for it in a last-ditch battle. The purpose is to pave the way for the final form of the Overlord Spear.
Therefore, both Feng Yang, whose momentum was getting stronger, and Feng Ling, whose momentum was already weakening, were at their strongest at this moment.
The blood is like clouds, flowing slowly on the surface of Feng Yang's body, like a pair of armor.
Similar changes are also taking place in Fengling.
Blood red and earthy yellow solidify at the same time.
The Eighteen Styles of the Overlord Spear - Invincible and Selfless.
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