"Hongtian, the disciple of the East Palace, wins this battle!" Du Xuan announced.
On the battlefield, Hongtian stood, his face a little pale, but the look on his face was extremely proud, with a kind of confidence that looked down on the world.
And before his eyes, Zhao Chuan was lying on the ground, his chest was stained with blood, and there were dense palm prints that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and blood continued to overflow.
"Zhao Chuan?"
The elders of the Martial League, headed by Wang Zhou, all looked gloomy when they saw this. They did not expect that Hongtian would attack Zhao Chuan so cruelly and seriously injure him.
The veins on Zhou Luxiong's forehead were pulsing, and his eyes were filled with anger. He wanted to go on stage immediately and kill Hongtian directly.
The elders of other forces were also secretly frightened. This Hongtian was not only extremely talented, but also ruthless in his methods. Such a person would surely become a hero-like figure in the future.
Disciples from various sects also felt fearful of Hongtian.
Hongtian was even more proud.
"This Hongzhen is so arrogant." Zhang Lie said angrily.
"He does have confident strength." Wang Chun said.
"It's easy to break when it's just passed." Lu Chen smiled.
Wang Chun and Wang Chun nodded thoughtfully.
Lu Chen didn't say anything more and turned to look at the fighting platform.
Because at this time Feng Buhua and Nie Changkong came on stage.
They are the last two!
Among the two, Feng Buhua has the greatest reputation, and there are countless cultivators at the same level who have lost to him.
Of course, Nie Changkong also has quite a reputation. After all, he is the number one person in the outer sect of the Divine Sword Sect. His sword skills are extremely powerful and there are few enemies in his same realm.
Therefore, this is a peak showdown that has attracted much attention.
"I think Feng Buhua has a better chance of winning."
"I think Feng Buhua is the uncrowned king."
"Nie Changkong was defeated by Feng Buhua once before. Now if we fight again, the outcome is already determined."
The outer disciples of the ten major forces are no strangers to Feng Bu Hua. It can even be said that they are extremely familiar with it.
They are all very clear about his strength, so almost everyone is sure that he will win if the wind does not change him.
Seeing this, Lu Chen turned his back on Feng Buhua and blowing. He didn't expect his prestige to be so high.
"Feng Bu Hua is indeed very strong. Even if I use my full strength to cast the Immortal Thunder Edict, I am not sure of victory," Wang Chun said.
"Brother Wang, have you ever fought against him?" Lu Chen asked.
"That was before I practiced the Immortal Thunder Edict, and I went to challenge him. I tried my best, but couldn't defeat him. Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to fight him again, but it's a pity." Wang Chun shook his head and said with a bitter smile.
"There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Brother Wang, don't be discouraged." Lu Chen comforted.
He knew that Wang Chun had a chance to defeat Zhen Ye, but unfortunately he miscalculated.
"Brother Lu, if you are stubborn about your superiority, you must be careful." Wang Chun said seriously.
"So, you don't think Nie Changtian will be his opponent?" Lu Chen asked.
"Of course." Wang Chun nodded.
"I don't know what's going on, but I always feel that Nie Changtian is a little weird. Maybe I feel wrong." Lu Chen stared at Nie Changtian, frowned slightly, and said immediately.
"Feng Buhua has practiced many ancient techniques. Even if Nie Changtian has a trump card, it will be difficult to defeat him." Wang Chun said.
"Ancient method?" Lu Chen nodded slightly and turned to look at the fighting platform.
Feng Buhua Chuan painted a silver light-patterned robe, and with his great appearance and blue-glow hair, he gave people a very strange feeling.
It is no exaggeration to say that if people like Yang Huazhen are geniuses, then Feng Buhua is a genius among geniuses, a rare existence.
Nie Changtian wore black hair and his eyes were bright. He looked at Feng Buhua and said with a smile: "Feng Buhua, I have wanted to challenge you for a long time, but I didn't expect that I would be fighting with you on Tianzun Mountain.
Fighting, and in front of so many elders." He seemed to be keeping up with the wind, giving people a cool and unrestrained appearance,
"Nie Changkong, it seems you really want to defeat me." Feng Buhua said with a smile.
"Of course, I have always dreamed of defeating you, and today God finally gave me this opportunity." Nie Changkong stared at Feng Buhua with stern eyes and said seriously.
"Nie Changkong, I can defeat you once, or I can defeat you twice." Feng Buhua said calmly.
Nie Changkong sneered when he heard this, raised his hands and said to Duxuan: "Master Duxuan, we are ready, please let us start the competition."
Feng Buhua also handed over to Du Xuan, saying that he had no objection.
"Okay then, let's start the competition." Du Xuan nodded and said.
"Nie Changkong, since you are so impatient, I will let you take action first." Feng Buhua said immediately.
"Okay." Nie Changkong nodded, staring at Feng Buhua, and suddenly took a step forward. A dark and cold breath suddenly came out, and the air in all directions immediately turned cold.
Then, black lines, light patterns, and light symbols appeared from his body surface and gathered around him, making him look like a dark god.
"The dark power he cultivated?" Lu Chen asked in surprise.
"No, it's a ghost." Wang Chun shook his head and said.
"Ghost path? Is he a ghost cultivator?" Lu Chen lost his voice.
"Yes, Nie Changkong is a born ghost." Wang Chun nodded and said.
"Ghost spirit body?" Lu Chen was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly realized that the ghost spirit body is a natural ghost cultivation. If you don't follow the ghost path, it will be a waste.
However, the fact that Nie Changkong was a ghost cultivator still surprised Lu Chen.
This made him more interested in Nie Changkong.
And Nie Changkong's body was already whimpering, as if a ghost was crying, and humanoid ghost energy condensed and appeared, attacking Feng Buhua like ghost soldiers.
"Little tricks!"
Feng Buhua smiled coldly, and suddenly took action, with a palm falling. The force of the palm was strong, covering a space, shrouded in silver light, and the space showed signs of stagnation. The humanoid ghosts that rushed towards him were directly smashed.
Moreover, Feng Buhua's palm didn't stop at all, and like silver lightning, it struck directly at Nie Changkong's face.
While attacking, he said: "Nie Changkong, you and I know both sides' techniques very well, so you and I should each use our true skills."
"good!"
Nie Changkong's face was as calm as water, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well, his disheveled hair was flying, and endless ghostly energy swept out from his palms, condensing into a long black knife.
This knife is completely black, with many ghost lines on the blade, like ghost faces. Upon closer inspection, it makes people's scalp numb. The handle of the knife is a piece of black bone, with a fist-sized skull on the top. It looks very...
horrible.
"Is this a top-grade artifact?" Lu Chen asked in surprise.
"This sword is called the Ghost King's Sword. It was obtained by Nie Changkong from the tomb of an ancient ghost cultivator. It is so powerful that countless deity-level ghosts have died under his sword," Wang Chun said.
"With such a sharp weapon, ordinary cultivators in the realm of gods would be at a disadvantage when it comes to weapons against him." Lu Chen sighed, thinking that his weapons were only mid-level artifacts, which made him a little depressed.
"This is indeed a fact." Wang Chun nodded, but changed his voice and said, "However, using a high-grade artifact requires a lot of divine power, at least twice as much as that of a mid-grade artifact. Therefore, even Nie Changkong is extremely
Use this knife sparingly.'
"If he wasn't fighting against Feng Buhua, he probably wouldn't have taken out this sword so quickly." Zhang Lie agreed.
"Yes." Lu Chen nodded. Feng Buhua was too strong. If it were him, he would have to go all out.
Looking towards the fighting platform, he saw Nie Changkong rushing towards Feng Buhua with the Ghost King Sword. The endless ghost aura followed closely and evolved into a black saber aura, slashing at him head-on and face-to-face.
But Feng remained calm. He clapped his hands on his body, and a crackling sound immediately came from his body. Then he saw his body blooming with divine light, growing infinitely, and his whole body bloomed with radiance, like a son of God, exuding strong power.
.
"It is an undefeated imperial body and an intermediate magical skill. Feng Buhua has already cultivated it to a great level." Wang Chun said.
"Very strong." Lu Chen nodded.
The undefeated emperor's body was displayed by Feng Buhua, who looked tall and majestic, with an ancient air, as if the ancient emperor had come to dominate the mountains and rivers. With a sudden grab with both hands, the sword energy condensed by ghost energy immediately collapsed.
Then, he rushed towards Nie Changkong like a broken bamboo, swinging his fists as powerful as mountains, fighting against the Ghost King Sword in Nie Changkong's hand.
It can be said that Feng Buhua's fist is his best weapon. Even if it cannot compare with the high-grade artifact Ghost King Sword, it can still be compared with the mid-grade artifact.
What's more, Nie Changkong was not able to unleash all the power of the Ghost King Sword.
But at this time, Nie Changkong's body also changed. It continued to grow in size and was comparable to Feng Buhua. His whole body was full of ghost energy, and it was like a ghost king was born.
The ghost energy collided with the divine light, making a hissing sound. The ghost patterns and silver patterns in the sky were ruthlessly torn apart, and they hit Nie Changkong and Feng Buhua, making loud noises.
Nie Changkong's face was cold, his eyes were dark, and there was a ghostly aura, like a cold abyss, the ghostly pupils shone out, and then he moved his hands, hit the sky, and then fell suddenly.
The overwhelming ghost energy swept through the sky, and countless whimpering sounds came out, as if all ghosts came out of the abyss, and the demons were dancing wildly. Nie Changkong took advantage of it, waving the Ghost King Sword, like the king of all ghosts.
Immediately afterwards, he raised his right hand high and grabbed Feng Buhua, shouting loudly: "The ghost hand that covers the sky!"
"Have you finally started to use your trump card? Zhenxu Jinyuanzhan, kill!"
Feng Buhua was not flustered, and there was a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth. He moved his hands, opened and closed them, golden light rolled around, turned into a blade, tore it out, and cut through the vacuum.
In an instant, the sky-covering ghost hand collided with the golden light blade. There was a loud bang, and countless ghost energy and golden light rushed out.
There was a loud noise as the two men fought, emitting a terrifying aura that was frightening. When the outer disciples of the ten major forces saw it, most of them changed their expressions.
Is this the strength of the top genius?
Lu Chen was also impressed when he saw it.
Feng Buhua is strong, and Nie Changkong is also strong. The two of them each use powerful magical skills, and they are evenly matched. In a short period of time, it is really difficult to tell who loses and who wins?
After a while, Feng Buhua and Feng Buhua once again used their powerful magical skills. Obviously, they would not let the battle situation reach a stalemate, which would not be beneficial to each other.
"Imperial True Yuan Gong!"
Feng Buhua's eyes bloomed with yellow light, as bright as gems, which captured the heart and soul and made people frightened. As soon as countless runes flew out, they gathered in his palms.
Waves of powerful aura emanated from his body, and golden light symbols condensed together to form a huge golden ball of light.
Among them, there is also a phantom of an emperor, which looks high and makes people worship.
"go!"
Feng Buhua stared at Nie Changkong, who was wrapped in ghost energy, uttered one word coldly, and then shot out the huge golden ball of light. Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the void, like the sun and moon falling to the ground, which was extremely terrifying.
"Heaven and ghost share the same mind, kill!"
But Nie Changkong's expression did not change, his eyes were still cold, dark shadows flickered from his eyes, his hands were all imprinted, and bursts of shrill roars came out, which would scare the faint of heart into tears.
