Mission description: Kill Zeng Baichuan. Because the strength of the two is too different, there is no time limit.
Do you accept it?
Chen Feng paused and looked up, only to see a handsome young man wearing Lingyun Sect clothing, looking at him with a smile but not a smile, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes from time to time.
Chen Feng's heart tightened and his brows furrowed tightly, but he subconsciously chose to accept it.
During the exchange of immortal magic between the two sects, free duels are allowed. The challenged party cannot retreat and can only admit defeat when losing the battle. If anyone dares to refuse the challenge, he will be regarded as a disgrace to the sect, and may be executed, or his whole body will be destroyed.
Cultivation and becoming a mortal.
"Senior Brother Zeng, I am new to the inner courtyard and have not learned any skills. Your duel request seems a bit overwhelming." Chen Feng looked at Zeng Baichuan, thinking in his mind what the other party's purpose was.
"You want to refuse?"
Zeng Baichuan smiled sinisterly, and the playfulness in his eyes was undisguised.
Chen Feng was silent. Judging from this posture, Zeng Baichuan deliberately caused trouble for himself today. Since there was no way to avoid it, Chen Feng simply put away his disguise, his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice.
"Senior Brother Zeng, what do you mean, is it inevitable that you and I will fight today?"
"That's when..." Zeng Baichuan looked arrogant and opened his mouth to answer, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Chen Feng not far away, making a secret with one hand, with spiritual energy circulating around his body, and two crimson hot fireballs.
Zou Ran appeared, and immediately the air around Chen Feng shook, and two fireballs struck Zeng Baichuan like lightning.
"childish!"
The fireball was extremely fast and arrived in front of Zeng Baichuan in an instant. Zeng Baichuan was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand slightly, and a small yellow shield appeared in front of his chest, blocking him firmly behind him.
The whole body of the small shield is yellow, the body of the shield is shining with fluorescence, and traces of spiritual energy are swirling around the small shield. You can tell at a glance that it is not a mortal thing.
"Crash!" Two hot crimson fireballs hit the small shield hard the moment it appeared. A ripple rippled around the small shield, and then the fireballs disappeared.
"Defensive spiritual weapon?" Chen Feng was shocked. In order to increase his own strength, he had consulted many classics in the library these days, and the weapons used by immortal cultivators were the ones that moved Chen Feng the most.
In the world of cultivating immortals, there are five types of weapons: spiritual weapons, mysterious weapons, treasure weapons, immortal weapons, and divine weapons. These five kinds of weapons are divided into upper, middle and lower grades. There is a huge difference in power between each grade.
"With an ant-like existence like you, what can you do even if you make a sneak attack?" Zeng Baichuan saw Chen Feng's shocked look, his face was full of contentment, and a feeling of looking down on all living beings suddenly came to his heart. When he saw it,
Come on, Chen Feng is just an insect that you can easily crush to death.
Chen Feng was horrified. There was a huge disparity in strength between himself and the other party. He wanted to take the lead and gain some advantage, but now it seemed that the other party had a spiritual weapon to protect him. He was afraid that he would lose miserably in this battle.
"Boy, accept your fate!" A Lingyun Sect disciple who was watching the battle laughed loudly.
"Senior Brother Zeng, give him something powerful to try!"
"Yes, let him see how powerful our Lingyun Sect is!"
A group of Lingyun Sect disciples shouted excitedly after Zeng Baichuan used the spiritual weapon, as if Chen Feng was already a piece of cake.
After hearing this, Zeng Baichuan's face became even more arrogant, and the smile on his lips became stronger.
Chen Feng gritted his teeth, and various methods flashed through his mind, but without exception, these methods were all rejected by Chen Feng. In the face of absolute strength, any strategy seemed so powerless.
Thinking of this, Chen Feng smiled bitterly in his heart, but he kept moving his hands, and hot fireballs, like fire snakes that kept spitting out, appeared in his palms.
"Fire bomb technique!" Chen Feng yelled angrily, and the fireball in his hand was filled with scorching temperature, piercing the sky, making bursts of crackling sounds, whistling, and smashing towards Zeng Baichuan.
Zeng Baichuan laughed loudly, and made a dot in the air with his left hand. The small yellow shield automatically turned into a shadow in the air, blocking the flying fireballs one by one. Then Zeng Baichuan grabbed it with his right hand in the air, and a strong wind blew around him, and a small fireball flew out.
A tornado appeared in the palm of my hand.
"Wind Mark Technique?" Chen Feng's whole body was cold. Wind Mark Technique is a low-level immortal technique during the Qi training period. It is fast and consumes less spiritual energy. It is very suitable for dealing with immortal cultivators whose cultivation level is lower than his own.
"Go!" Zeng Baichuan smiled, and the tornado flew out from his hand, turning into countless wind marks and sweeping away Chen Feng.
Chen Feng looked at the wind marks all over the sky, and his whole heart fell to the bottom. There was no way to dodge such dense wind marks.
"Puff, puff, puff!" There were muffled sounds, and the sharp wind blades cut numerous wounds in front of Chen Feng. Blood spurted out immediately, and a huge tearing sensation made Chen Feng not only convulse, but also himself and himself.
Is it the difference between others?
Chen Feng's body was bleeding profusely, and his strong unwillingness made him stand up with difficulty, preparing to gather fire bombs, but Zeng Baichuan obviously did not give him a chance.
"Senior brother, you are too weak, let me teach you what immortal magic is!"
Seeing Chen Feng covered in blood, Zeng Baichuan laughed loudly. At the same time, he counted the wind blades flying out again, and large pieces of flesh and blood burst out on Chen Feng's body, glowing with a strange scarlet color under the sunlight.
"Bump!" The powerful force of the wind blade knocked Chen Feng two or three meters away, and just before he landed, Chen Feng kept coughing violently, and large amounts of blood foam flowed out of his mouth.
"Brother, how do you feel? Does it hurt?" Zeng Baichuan smiled and looked at Chen Feng, who was struggling to get up on the ground. The wind blades in his hands rose again, and the wind blades were like sharp knives, raging across Chen Feng's body in large swaths.
Flesh and blood slowly separated from Chen Feng's body.
The powerful pain had caused Chen Feng to lose his ability to think, but he stubbornly got up again and again, looking at Zeng Baichuan with cold eyes, full of resentment.
The midday sun cast warmth onto the earth, but Zeng Baichuan couldn't feel the slightest warmth at this time. He quietly looked at Chen Feng, who was still struggling to get up in a pool of blood, and his eyes full of hatred.
, a feeling of fear suddenly arose in my heart.
"Senior, senior brother, that's enough, let's, let's go!" A disciple of the Lingyun Sect looked at Zeng Baichuan with his whole body trembling, and said in a low voice.
"Yes, yes, senior brother, if this continues, he, he will die!"
Zeng Baichuan turned his head and looked at his junior brothers. In their eyes, Zeng Baichuan saw fear.
"Pa!" A bloody hand suddenly grabbed Zeng Baichuan's foot, and then a burst of hot breath came. Zeng Baichuan didn't have time to think about it, and with a thought, a small yellow shield swung in front of him.
"Bump!" A muffled sound came, and two crimson fireballs hit the small shield, causing ripples and then disappearing into nothing.
Zeng Baichuan was so frightened by this sudden attack that he broke into a cold sweat. He hurriedly looked down and saw a bloody man whose face could no longer be seen. He suddenly sighed and fainted. At the same time, he grabbed the hand holding his feet.
He also couldn't help but let go.
"Don't blame me!" A sharp look suddenly flashed in Zeng Baichuan's eyes. Whether it was because of Lu Zhong's elixir or the ferocity shown by Chen Feng today, he must get rid of him.
Thinking of this, Zeng Baichuan grabbed it with one hand, and several more wind blades condensed in his hand...
