The much-anticipated battle slowly emerged in front of everyone's eyes. The agreement between Ling Yan and Long Feiyang swept the entire inner and outer disciples of the Eternal Life Hall.
"Long Feiyang and Ling Yan, hehe, it's an eye-opener this time. Both of them seem to be very strong!"
"Long Feiyang is the sixth master on the Dragon and Tiger list, and Ling Yan's strength has been damaged several times, but he seems to be getting braver with each setback, and he is much stronger than before!!"
"I hope I can learn something from this battle. Just now, a senior brother, watching the battle of senior brother Gongxin, actually understood the White Crane Spreading Wings move from Senior Brother Gong's dusk cedar wind, so he ran back and worked hard
Let’s go practice!”
The more frustrated you become, the more courage you get, this is a true portrayal of Ling Yan.
Ling Yan listened to many disciples chirping and talking about something. He looked around and found that Gong Xinming, Situ Meier and even Mu Xueer had won two games. Cangyue seemed to have been defeated. The huge victorious army
Among them, there are also Situ Shaoyu and Atao.
Long Feiyang's battle was so huge that the disciples all stared at the man who ranked sixth in the last Dragon and Tiger Ranking.
Ling Yan raised his steps and walked steadily towards the competition platform.
Long Feiyang had already stood up.
The golden barrier separated the two people, but their eyes were completely unblocked by the barrier and intertwined together.
"Ling Yan, there is no deep hatred between you and me, but for the sake of the agreement we made that day at the gate of Songbai Wanshouyuan, today, I want you to surrender!"
Long Feiyang's voice was not loud, but Ling Yan heard it very helplessly.
"Huh, that's an inexplicable reason. I think it's not just for this!"
If Ling Yan believed it, he would be called an idiot. No matter how beautiful Situ Meier was, she wouldn't have made Long Feiyang so hostile to him, right? What's more, Long Feiyang was not such a boring person.
It can only be said that he must have other plans, but he doesn't know it.
Situ Meier, who had just stepped out of the breath-control array, looked at Ling Yan and Long Feiyang on the No. 71 competition platform in the distance with some surprise.
"Sister, Brother Long, this fight is said to be for you. Why aren't you worried about Brother Long?"
Situ Shaoyu, who was following from the side, interjected.
"Why, boy, do you dare to take care of your sister?"
Hearing this, Situ Meier raised her eyebrows and looked at Situ Shaoyu somewhat unkindly.
"Don't dare, don't dare..."
Situ Shaoyu's face changed slightly and he shook his head quickly.
On the competition stage, the two of them waited quietly.
At this moment, no one spoke, just looked at each other.
The golden barrier began to tremble.
Ling Yan clearly noticed that Long Feiyang's hand suddenly moved a little.
Boom!
The golden barrier disappears.
"The sky dances back to the clouds!"
Long Feiyang didn't hesitate at all. As soon as the barrier disappeared, he opened his mouth and spat out. A blue light burst out from his palm, and seven strange flying swords suddenly flew out of his palm and rushed towards Ling Yan.
Each flying sword was wrapped in the wind and was extremely sharp. Even the disciples sitting on the rocks around were aware of the sharp aura. There were seven rays of light and seven lightning bolts.
Everyone was surprised by Long Feiyang's decisiveness. In the duel between Long Feiyang and Ling Yan, everyone thought that Ling Yan should be the weaker side. Even though his strength was greatly enhanced compared to before, this Long Feiyang was no longer a young grass.
He ranked sixth in the Dragon-Tiger Fighting Competition, and Long Feiyang seemed to be very serious about facing Ling Yan.
Long Feiyang is not an idiot. Yes, everyone can see that Long Feiyang is serious. It seems that Ling Yan does have some strength, and Long Feiyang also knows it.
嘤嘤嘤嘤...
The seven flying swords made a clashing sound. The exquisite seven flying swords flew towards Ling Yan at a speed that was too fast to prevent.
"Ling Yan, let me see how you can take the Sword of Dancing Back to the Clouds!"
Long Feiyang roared loudly, and his momentum suddenly rose to the next level.
Ling Yan quickly sacrificed Bai Mu, countless rays of light flashed around his body, and he waved his hand wildly. The seven flying swords were sacrificed by Long Feiyang, attacking Ling Yan non-stop.
No sign of stopping at all!
Horizontal sword, splitting sword, vertical sword, swinging sword, thrusting sword, every move is made against the seven swords. At this moment, Ling Yan is completely passive.
Long Feiyang concentrated without any slack. He watched Ling Yan's previous battles carefully. Even though he was recognized as stronger than Ling Yan, he was not Fang Yushan, and he was afraid of accidentally falling from a height.
There were sword shadows everywhere on the stage. Whether it was Bai Mu or the seven swords, everyone was so dazzled that they could hardly distinguish between the people and the swords. It was as if the two were integrated into one.
The pinging, pinging, banging sounds became more and more detrimental to Lingyan, and he was almost drowned by the shadow of the sword.
"These seven flying swords are so powerful? How can Ling Yan have the strength to parry?"
Situ Shaoyu shook his head and said.
"You are wrong, Shaoyu, these are not seven flying swords!" Situ Meier said solemnly.
"Aren't these seven flying swords?? Sister, please stop playing tricks on me!"
Situ Shaoyu laughed and said disapprovingly.
"I'm not kidding you. Those seven flying swords are actually just the talisman of Long Feiyang. That talisman is an extremely powerful magic weapon. You have to see it clearly!"
"Spell?"
"Well! When Long Feiyang competed before, you also saw it. Futian's incarnation, this move is not something ordinary people can do. A gourd and a talisman can increase Long Feiyang's strength to an extremely terrifying level.
stage, however, Long Feiyang only used the talisman at this time!"
Situ Meier stared at Ling Yan closely.
The white light kept flashing on the competition stage, and everyone saw Ling Yan waving the lightsaber in his hand, resisting the flying swords from all directions.
The seven flying swords seemed to be tireless, slashing wildly, rolling large areas of sword shadows.
If this continues, Ling Yan will be exhausted to death!
If you don’t seek a way out, failure is certain!!
"Look!!"
A certain disciple shouted in shock.
But seeing Ling Yan resisting with one hand, the other hand suddenly reached into the air and grabbed a flying sword. Fortunately, a thick and rich essence, which was almost turning into stone, completely adhered to it.
He grabbed the flying sword and threw it forward crazily. It flew towards Long Feiyang's heart...