The huge bodies of the two divine beasts collided fiercely and exploded immediately, and a huge storm of vitality swept across all directions!
After the collapse of the Xuanwu Dharma, Qiu Zetao's body fell from the sky. His sword soul, carrying the remaining true energy, turned into a white brilliance and returned to the body in a flash, while the black turtle demon soul disappeared into the master of the seven Xuanwu swords.
Sleeping in the sword.
After the collapse of Kunpeng's Dharma, the Peng bird demon soul carried the remaining vitality and turned into a black brilliance and sank into the Tianpeng sword to sleep, while Duan Peng's sword soul carried the remaining vitality and turned into a white brilliance and sank into his own body.
A great war came to an end.
At this time, the disciples around the ring were all frightened and shocked by the terrifying fighting prowess of the two. If both sides were not harmed, the number one in the competition would definitely be born among them.
A moment later, in the Ten Thousand Swords Picture, both of them were standing on the waves with their swords in hand, but their auras had plummeted and their faces were pale. Just now, the two of them used their energy and spirit to fuse the magic weapons and demon souls, evolve the laws of heaven and earth, and engage in a fierce fight.
, the horror of consumption is incalculable. It can be said that there is no winner in this battle, they are all defeated! Because they will all have a long period of weakness, and it is almost impossible to compete for the first place!
Therefore, both of them calmed down and did not rush to take action. At this time, they were almost exhausted. If they continued to fight, they might be separated by life or death!
At this time, outside the arena.
Taicang Zhenren waved his hand casually, and the Canglang Ten Thousand Swords Picture shined brightly, shaking off Duan Peng and Qiu Zetao, and then shrunk sharply, disappearing into his hands in a flash.
At this time, he and Master Yuancang looked at each other, and the two of them reached a consensus through voice transmission, and then smiled and said: "This competition will be considered a draw!"
Master Xuancang, Master Hancang and other peak masters also had no objections, so they concluded this.
Immediately, the two jumped off the ring, each accompanied by their junior brothers, and returned to the peaks to heal their injuries.
At this time, Duan Peng and Qiu Zetao were seriously injured and unable to participate in subsequent games.
If nothing else happens, the first place in the competition will be between Ling Feng and Xuan Tiandu. This will be the final championship showdown!
Immediately, the referee elder loudly said: "In the second match, Xuancang Peak Xuantiandu will face Yuancang Peak Lin Feng!"
Xuan Tiandu's figure flashed and landed on the ring.
At this time, Ye Xiuyun said: "Junior brother, be careful. If you really can't do it, just admit defeat!"
Xuan Cang Feng and Yuan Cang Feng have never dealt with each other. During the competition, the swords had no eyes. She was afraid that Xuan Tian would take the opportunity to do evil, leaving Ling Feng with unhealable hidden dangers. The Canglang Sword Sect has been established for thousands of years. Such an example is not
No!
Zhou Zhijie and others also said: "Junior brother, be careful. It doesn't matter whether you can win the championship or not. The most important thing is to take care of yourself!"
Obviously, they are not optimistic about Ling Feng either. In the Seven Peaks, Xuan Tian is as famous as Qiu Zetao, and his combat power is probably no worse than the terrifying combat power shown by Qiu Zetao and Duan Peng. It is indeed far more than what Ling Feng has shown.
of combat power.
"Don't worry, I understand!"
Ling Feng smiled faintly, then tapped his toes and jumped onto the other side of the ring, which was about ten feet away from Xuantian.
Xuan Tiandu stared at Ling Feng and said with a smile on his face: "Junior brother Lin, I have heard of your name for a long time. There are many masters in the martial arts list who have died at your hands, including half-step Wuzong! I hope junior brother will show mercy!"
But there was a hint of playfulness in his smile and tone. It was obvious that he had great confidence in himself and did not think that Ling Feng was his opponent.
Ling Feng smiled faintly and said: "I don't dare to take it seriously! Please wait a moment, senior brother!"
At this time, in his sea of consciousness, the one-horned evil ghost was still bound by the soul chain, with a painful look on his face. The deep black underworld fire was still refining its mysterious soul power and burning its soul consciousness. At this time, it was a ghost.
Only 30% of his energy and soul power were left. As Ling Feng thought, the soul-locking chain suddenly loosened.
The one-horned evil ghost was overjoyed, and turned into a black energy that burst out from between his eyebrows, and then condensed into the image of a huge evil ghost with a dark body and a green face and fangs. It turned around and glanced at Ling Feng, and when he saw the other person smiled, he immediately
He trembled in his heart, with a look of fear on his face. He didn't dare to stop, and turned into a black energy and threw it at Xu Haifeng, who was in the Xuancang Peak disciple camp under the ring!
Xu Haifeng took out a small black clock like a bell, and the black light suddenly disappeared into it.
Xuan Tiandu was slightly shocked. This one-horned evil ghost was also at the fourth level of Yin God, but he was so afraid of Ling Feng. It seemed that this person should not be underestimated!
At this time, Ling Feng cupped his fists and said, "Senior Brother Xuan, please!"
Xuan Tiandu also looked solemn, cupped his fists and said, "Junior Brother Lin, please!"
At this time, he had begun to look directly at Ling Feng.
Immediately, the two men unsheathed their swords and concentrated their energy.
The Han Jiao Sword in Ling Feng's hand condensed a layer of white sword aura, but he did not rush to take action. He just enveloped his whole body with soul power, and at the same time he was exploring the movement of Xuan Tiandu's Qi.
However, there is a layer of soul power barrier around Xuantiandu, making it difficult for soul thoughts to penetrate and gain insight into the flow of energy in his body.
After a moment, the long sword in Xuantiandu's hand suddenly bloomed with dazzling white brilliance, and shot towards Ling Feng with a whoosh! The long sword in his hand had the magical functions of a melee weapon and a flying sword. At this time, Yu Yu
Driven by his swordsmanship, he burst out with unimaginable speed and penetrated Ling Feng's body almost instantly. However, there was no blood splashing and it was obviously just an afterimage.
Ling Feng's soul thought was so insightful that the moment he sensed the sudden surge of Qi in the flying sword, the power of the essence in his legs suddenly exploded, and his speed instantly entered the level of a demonic shadow. His body flashed like a phantom of a demon, and he escaped in an instant.
He fired the incoming flying sword and came to Xuantiandu's side.
Immediately, the Han Jiao Sword slashed quickly, but Xuan Tiandu's figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared, appearing in the distance in a flash.
Ling Feng's expression became solemn. Even if Xuantiandu's speed was not as fast as his own demonic shadow level, it was still not far behind. However, this was normal. The Canglang Sword Sect had a long heritage, so there would naturally be no shortage of master-level movements.
At this time, Xuantiandu pointed his finger, and the flying sword suddenly turned and flew towards Ling Feng again! This flying sword was not only controlled by Xuantiandu's soul brand, but also assisted by the sword spirit, so it was naturally extremely flexible.
.Moreover, the shape of the flying sword is narrow and the air resistance is extremely small. Driven by the strong Canglang Sword Qi cultivation, the speed it explodes is far beyond that of the physical body! This speed also exceeds the speed of Ling Feng's demonic shadow level, and it cuts across in an instant
Ling Feng's body!
Ling Feng's body turned into an afterimage and dissipated, appearing in the distance for a flash. His soul shrouded his entire body, and he could see the opportunity. No matter how fast the flying sword was, it was difficult to focus on him. However, the length of the arena was only 20 meters, and there were restrictions.
With the dodge distance limited, he could not escape the pursuit of the flying sword, so he could only dodge constantly. Each time, he had to dodge the flying sword dangerously, as if he was walking on a tightrope and could fall into the abyss at any time!
Under the ring, Ye Xiuyun, Zhou Zhijie and others all looked worried. The flying sword was so fast that it was difficult to hold back. If it hit a vital point, Ling Feng would definitely not survive!
After a moment, Xuan Tiandu suddenly sheathed his sword and advised: "Junior Brother Lin, it is difficult to keep the flying sword, you should admit defeat, otherwise if I hurt you, I will not be able to explain to Uncle Yuancang!"