A shocking sound of sword intent came from the sky above Moon Lake, and the two intertwined figures bloomed with amazing sword light under the scorching sun!
"The sword is like the breeze!"
Qingfeng's sword intent struck again, killing Feng Feiyang at a strange speed. The crowd's eyes widened and they were sure that this attack would definitely kill Feng Feiyang.
But Feng Feiyang's figure turned around, and actually spun 360 degrees in mid-air to successfully avoid Qingfeng's sword.
And it is avoided in subtle ways.
"Again." The crowd's eyes trembled fiercely. This was already the third time.
The battle between Jian Qingfeng and Feng Feiyang happened in a split second. They were both sword cultivators and had good strength, but Feng Feiyang's performance in the fights was always unsatisfactory.
His sword intention seemed to be on par with Jian Qingfeng, and the two could only rely on their martial arts to compete. At first, Jian Qingfeng relied on the Qingfeng Sword Intention and Qingfeng Sword Technique.
But he always survives under the spotlight of people.
"This guy is so lucky." Many people present sweated over Feng Feiyang when they saw this battle. The sword and thunder blow just now were about to hit his body, but he actually dodged.
Already.
Jian Qingfeng's eyes became more serious. Once was a coincidence, twice was luck, but this was already the third time.
For the third time, Feng Feiyang dodged the Qingfeng Thunder that he had carefully designed. This was one of his special moves. From the beginning to the end, Feng Feiyang never used any decent martial arts skills.
Perhaps he had the upper hand in the eyes of most people, but at this moment Jian Qingfeng knew in his heart that he had been underestimated, and that Feng Feiyang had underestimated him.
Jian Qingfeng exhaled: "Feng Feiyang, I remember this name, the warm-up exercise is over, it's time for you to get serious about it."
People in the huge Moon Lake stared closely at the two people. Jian Qingfeng's words attracted the attention of everyone in the room. Was it just a warm-up exercise?
Feng Feiyang heard this: "As expected of the Jian family, I have already used all my strength, but you are just warming up. It's so dangerous. I was almost killed by you several times."
Jian Qingfeng's face changed drastically when he heard this: "Stop joking, Feng Feiyang, I won't be merciful anymore!"
Feng Feiyang's words were nothing short of an insult to Jian Qingfeng. At the moment of his rage, a violent force of will suddenly emerged, and a series of majestic wind elements continued to surge behind Jian Qingfeng.
"Wind attribute sword soul!" The crowd's eyes trembled fiercely.
"This was originally a trump card prepared for the big competition, but now I will use this power to destroy you!" Jian Qingfeng focused his eyes on Feng Feiyang.
Feng Feiyang showed a hint of shock: "It's actually a sword soul with attributes. Now I'm in trouble."
"Is it troublesome? Then you fight me seriously. From now on, my sword speed is ten times that of before. The wind is like thunder, and my sword pierces the heart." After the words fell, the crowd only saw a flash of wind in the sky.
Shadow, the remaining figure is like a torn space.
A sword through the heart!
Keng!
At the moment when the sword intention fell, Feng Feiyang suddenly blocked his chest with his sword, and the side of the sword instantly blocked the sword in Jian Qingfeng's hand.
The trembling sword body collided with fire.
The crowd's eyes trembled violently, and at such a fast speed, Feng Fei Yang was actually blocked.
Feng Feiyang's performance so far has not been spectacular, but he always gives people unexpected surprises at this critical moment. His speed increased tenfold, and he was actually blocked.
Feng Feiyang grinned: "What a risk, what a risk, I almost got stabbed."
"Bastard, don't underestimate me. I forgot to tell you that the increase is not only ten times the speed, but also ten times the power!" There was a clear and loud bang, and people only saw the sword body that was flying in the wind and shattered.
Feng Feiyang trembled violently and took the initiative to break away from the sword tip. Blood began to flow from his heart. Feng Feiyang took emergency measures. He took a few deep breaths and his eyes became solemn.
The crowd was also shocked by the sword strike just now. Since the battle, that was the first time Feng Feiyang was injured.
If the blade of the sword hadn't offset most of the damage, the sword would have been enough to pierce the heart.
Jian Qingfeng wins!
For most geniuses, the strength of this battle has been immediately apparent. Jian Qingfeng, who possesses a wind-attribute martial spirit, has already surpassed Feng Feiyang.
"It seems that Jian Qingfeng has won." Xinghen Academy said excitedly.
But only Meng Ye and Chen Tian always frowned.
"Wuchen, what do you think?" Mingye asked.
Chen Tian's eyes were stern: "Feng Feiyang has not used any martial arts so far, and even his martial soul is well hidden. I'm afraid it won't be that easy for Jian Qingfeng to win."
"Yes, Qingfeng's sudden burst of power would never have been able to block that fatal heart-piercing sword if Feng Feiyang wasn't strong enough. But he blocked it and instantly adapted to Qingfeng's sword, which had increased tenfold in strength and power."
There were ripples in Ye's heart.
After hearing the conversation between the two, the people around looked at Feng Feiyang. Is he really that strong?
In the void, two figures faced each other.
Jian Qingfeng said seriously: "Feng Feiyang, use your martial spirit. I'm not stupid enough to think that I have won."
When the crowd heard this, their expressions changed. Feng Feiyang did not use a martial spirit. What was his martial spirit?
"It seems that this is the only way." Feng Feiyang's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to have made some determination. Under the attention of the crowd, he closed his eyes and slowly stretched out his hand. A strong wind surged between the sky and the earth.
Feiyang's hands gradually condensed the powerful wind element attributes.
The rolling strong wind finally condensed into shape in his hand and turned into a sharp sword. The crowd showed surprise when they saw this.
"Wind attribute sword spirit?"
"He actually has the same martial spirit as Jian Qingfeng!"
Feng Feiyang is actually a sword spirit with wind attribute, no wonder he is so fast.
Jian Qingfeng's eyes were sharp: "I see, the wind is flying, let's decide the outcome with one strike!"
The two seemed to be at the same level, and their strength was not far behind. Now they were both wind attribute sword soul users. Their battle could only consume time, so Jian Qingfeng made the decision to decide the outcome with one sword.
"It's just what I want." When Feng Feiyang finished his words, the vast wind elements exploded in the sky, the sword-intended breeze trembled, and the entire Moon Lake surface rolled up into turbulent waves.
The auras of the two people surged at the same time, and what the crowd in the entire void saw was the power of the wind element that was constantly emerging, and the sword intent blooming in the storm.
The sword intent was galloping, and the two of them climbed towards the sky at the same time. The clash of the sword intent caused bursts of cracking wind, and the fierce trembling sound echoed between heaven and earth.
"The sixth level of Qingfeng Sword Intent, the Sword of Swift Wind!"
The wind blows, the moon lake surges, the clouds in the sky and the water on the lake surface, along with the trembling sword intention of Jian Qingfeng, a vast strong wind between heaven and earth moves downwards, and the sword intention is shocking.
Sword of Swift Wind.
The sword fell like a rainbow from heaven and earth, and accompanied by the sword light of the wind element, the sword seemed to be about to tear the moon lake apart, and the sword intent heading downwards killed Feng Feiyang, who had his eyes closed at the moment.
"What a powerful blow, Feng Feiyang is dead." The crowd exclaimed.
"That guy knew he was outmatched and had given up." People looked at him and closed his eyes, thinking he had given up.
As the Sword of Gale fell, the crowd's eyes were completely focused on Feng Feiyang. Just as they couldn't take their eyes away, suddenly a roiling wave appeared across the entire Moon Lake.
Disappeared.
The crowd saw the disappearing wind flying in place, the speed of the sword of wind suddenly falling, and the ripples surging on the lake surface like a condensed whirlpool.
But at this moment, the crowd had no time to experience the surge caused by the sword, and all their eyes were looking into the air.
Feng Feiyang's figure towered in front of Jian Qingfeng's eyes, and the awe-inspiring elemental sword hung just one centimeter in front of Jian Qingfeng's eyes. As long as Feng Feiyang took a step forward, the sword would be enough to penetrate his head.
"You lost." The wind came fiercely, and the sword rose quietly.
Silent shock echoed between heaven and earth.
What happened at that moment, how did Feng Feiyang avoid that fatal sword, and when did he come to Jian Qingfeng.
People have not seen these clearly.
Only in the eyes of the real geniuses and powerful men at the scene were the real stormy waves set off. The speed and power unleashed by the flying wind just now were all superior to Jian Qingfeng.
However, they were relieved. If there were no accidents, it would have been all the power of Feng Feiyang. He had released it without reservation. Although he was very strong, he was only at the level of a first-rate genius after all, and could not reach the level of the imperial invitation.
Requirements, let alone the level of the Empire's Ten Heroes.
His ability to win the first game is already the limit.
Jian Qingfeng's defeat to him was due to the elemental attribute of wind. After all, judging from the strength shown, the two have always been on par.
"I lost." Jian Qingfeng's eyes trembled. He lost, and he was not defeated unfairly. Maybe everyone thought that Feng Feiyang was nothing more than this, but only Jian Qingfeng realized how powerful this man was.
His eyes were a little sad, and his figure was a little lonely, but if he lost, he lost.
"You are very strong. If I didn't dodge the sword strike just now, there would be no way I could follow through." These were Feng Feiyang's sincere words, and Jian Qingfeng's strength was recognized by him.
Jian Qingfeng raised his head after hearing this: "You don't need to comfort me. I know our battle best. You won this battle, but I will still challenge you in the coming year."
"I am waiting."
Jian Qingfeng returned to the direction of Xinghen Academy under everyone's attention.
"In the first game, the Blood Shadow Sect flourished and advanced."
As Lord Lei's words rang out, the entire Moon Lake boiled. The end of the first battle greatly stimulated the fighting spirit in the crowd.
Feng Feiyang, who returned to the Blood Shadow Sect, couldn't help but look at the geniuses gathered at the scene, and showed a hint of excitement: "Imperial competition, really there are so many strong people, there are even more people who are stronger than Jian Qingfeng
