Even if the Phantom Sword Dance did not consume Long Fei's energy, his physical strength would not be able to sustain it.
After all, he is only at the second level of blood refining.
Physical strength is limited!
If you want to change, you must make bigger moves.
"boom……"
"puff……"
Long Fei drew out his sword continuously, and was hit on his back continuously. There was blood on the corner of his mouth, and he looked a little embarrassed.
"snort!"
"Second level blood refining, let me see how long you can keep jumping around?" Yin Changfeng sneered proudly. It is impossible for one person to challenge a thousand people, and they are all at the same level of cultivation.
In the first few rounds, Long Fei really shocked him.
Whether it's the speed with which he draws his sword or his body skills, he's very sharp.
only……
Over time, the disadvantages will become apparent.
Long Fei can't hold on for long!
Yin Changfeng saw it, Guan Zhen and the others also saw it, and couldn't help but feel anxious for Long Fei.
Wu Yi said slightly: "Elder Yin really doesn't want the young sect leader to abdicate, does he?"
In his opinion, Long Fei was destined to lose this competition.
Yue Wanshan frowned secretly and said: "It doesn't look like he is joking."
Guan Zhen said: "If the young sect master abdicates, then Elder Yin will probably not let her take power again. By then, I am afraid Xuanyue Sect will be a subsidiary force of the Zhao family."
"Why……"
Yue Wanshan sighed and said, "It depends on this kid now."
Wu Yidao: "He is already dying. His physical strength is too exhausted and he will soon be unable to hold on. The young sect will lose in this competition."
The three of them frowned.
indeed.
Long Fei would soon be unable to hold on any longer.
but.
The only person whose expression did not change was Yi Yourong. She seemed not to care at all about the battle situation in the ring, with a contented look on her face, as if she didn't care at all.
The black-scaled eagle was a little anxious and said: "Master, he will not be able to hold on any longer."
"Don't you think of a way to help him?"
Yi Yourong picked up the apple and took a bite, saying, "Don't worry, he's much stronger than you think. I'm not worried about him."
The black-scaled eagle said: "If you lose, you will abdicate."
"correct!"
"Master, if he wins, do you really want to be his woman?"
Yi Yourong and Long Fei communicated with their minds, but as Yi Yourong's pet bird, the black-scaled eagle, they could also hear it.
Yi Yourong looked at Long Fei who was fighting bloody battles in the ring and smiled lightly, "Be his woman? Hehe..."
…
"Come on, come on quickly!"
"Give them all to me."
"This bitch won't be able to hold on any longer!"
"Hahaha……"
"Telling you to be arrogant, boy, let's see how long you can keep being arrogant this time." Zhao Yitian's face was full of excitement and he kept giving instructions.
The other side.
A dozen elite warriors from the Zhou family are also eager to advance.
now.
There are more and more disciples in the ring, and there is no room left. Long Fei is tightly surrounded in the middle, and they are beaten randomly, and now he can no longer perform.
The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. If it were even half a step smaller, Long Fei would be surrounded and killed.
Long Fei took a look at the number of people in the ring. There were at least three to four hundred people.
"Is it almost done?"
No matter how much, he couldn't hold it back.
In an instant.
Long Fei's true energy surged, his true energy was released, and his sword intention instantly became fierce. The Sky Sword propped itself on the ground, and the sword body turned into a bow shape, and a little rust was shed from the bullet.
One bomb.
Long Fei's body jumped and rushed into the air.
Also at this time.
Guan Zhen's eyes tightened, "Is it that move again?"
Yi Yourong also moved slightly, "Is it that beckoning fairy coming again?"
"wrong!"
"Wrong move!"
In mid-air, Long Fei said with a smile on his lips: "The Phantom Sword Dance has never been released like this in the game!"
He glanced at the superimposed continuous slashes of 'Phantom Sword Dance'.
From the beginning, Long Fei kept stacking consecutive slashes and did not release the strongest move with sword energy.
Now……
The number of consecutive slashes stacked up has reached more than a thousand combos.
The figure sank.
Long Fei roared angrily, "Phantom Sword Dance, Storm of Ten Thousand Swords!"
"burst!"
More than a thousand consecutive slashes burst out in an instant, and the powerful sword intention formed sword aura on its own. The sword aura was like wind, spinning rapidly.
Guan Zhen's face darkened, and he walked directly to the front, "Sword Qi!"
"Sword intention is transformed into sword energy!"
"this……"
"What level has his swordsmanship attained? Since he can even release his sword energy, it's incredible, it's really incredible."
Sword intent is like pressure, but it is mental pressure.
but.
Sword energy can hurt people, but the sword energy is second to none.
The sword energy turned into the wind and spun rapidly, just like a sword spinning and dancing wildly in a hurricane. This kind of sword power was too powerful.
Yue Wanshan was also extremely excited, "My cultivation has not changed in a month, but this sword move is so sharp and powerful!"
Yi Yourong was stunned for a moment, then threw the apple aside and said with excitement on his face: "I knew he was not simple."
"really!"
The black-scaled eagle was stunned and said: "I have been monitoring him for a month, and I have never seen him use this trick. How on earth did he use this trick?"
…
"Boom, boom, boom..."
The wind is raging.
Sword energy dances wildly.
Long Fei was the eye of the wind. The moment it fell, the disciples on the stage couldn't resist it at all. They were swept up one by one and were all thrown away.
This scene is extremely exciting.
Many people were shocked.
In just a few seconds, all the three to four hundred people in the arena were overturned.
Shocking, extremely shocking!
"Buzz!"
The sword wind stopped, Long Fei kept his sword straight, and shouted coldly, "Damn it, who else is there?!"
The whole place fell silent.
He was completely crushed by him alone.
Yin Changfeng's face turned slightly ugly, looking very ugly. He stared at the rampant Long Fei on the ring, clenched his fists, and said with a bang, "Bullshit!!!"
immediately.
He took out a small bottle from his arms and whispered: "Someone, give this to the Seventh Prince, he knows how to use it."
…
There were nearly a thousand new disciples, and now there were only more than 300 left. Although many of them were in the blood refining realm, those disciples in the body refining realm kept retreating, and they did not dare to go up.
He was overwhelmed by Long Fei's aura.
Too fierce.
The thin monkey shouted excitedly, "Boss is mighty, hahaha..."
“That’s awesome!”
"Only the boss can do such awesome things."
"One person challenges a thousand people. Let me ask you, who can do such a thing? Let me ask you, who else?!"
The three of them were excited.
but.
Among the remaining hundreds of people, they are all masters in the blood refining realm.
Especially those warriors from the Zhou family who have gone through the battlefield of life and death.
Their cultivation has been deliberately suppressed.
What is true cultivation? No one knows.
Zhao Yitian looked at Zhou Yuan and said, "Aren't the Zhou family members going to play?"
What's curious is.
Zhou Yuan smiled lightly and said: "We give up."
Zhao Yitian immediately became angry, "Trash!"
Zhou Yuan was not angry, but just smiled.
At this moment.
The disciple sent by Yin Changfeng walked to Zhao Yitian and said: "The great elder gave it to His Highness, saying that you know how to use it."
Zhao Yitian glanced at the pill in the small bottle, and his eyes immediately flashed with excitement, "Explosive magic pill!!!"