Ling Feng exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. The vast profound energy of the seventh level of Naxuan poured out from the spiritual palace without any reservation, flowing in every corner of the body. The sword was also assimilated into red by the blood energy.
Then with a roar, Ling Maple turned into a red afterimage and swept towards Bai Haoran.
"Don't even think about it!"
Bai Haoran's eyes narrowed, and he watched the afterimage move his hands and feet, and began to sprint irregularly in short distances. His movement skills seemed to be tailor-made for him, and he could increase his speed to 100% in an instant.
peak.
Even Ling Feng couldn't catch up with him, especially when both of them were moving so fast, they couldn't predict Bai Haoran's next move at all, and could only win by speed when he reacted.
The two of them were flashing around in the ring, and even the fastest eyes could not keep up with them. The floor tiles were broken by their steps, and shining arrows shot out from Bai Haoran's hands. Even with such movement, the two of them flashed around.
Every arrow was extremely accurate. If it were the other way around, they would have been shot into a hornet's nest as if they were monkeys.
But today Bai Haoran's opponent is Ling Feng, a demon who has practiced two imperial arts and possesses inheritance. The red head is flying behind his head like a sickle harvesting life. He is calm and steady.
Avoiding Bai Haoran's attack, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, his pupils never left the target for a second.
"Wow!"
There was a raging wind in his ears and continuous attacks in front of him. At this moment, Ling Feng seemed to have fallen into a certain moment. He only saw Bai Haoran and the rhythm of the other party's mysterious energy. When Bai Haoran's arrow shot out of his hand, Ling Feng
Feng immediately judged where the final impact point would be, and then avoided it.
"What's going on!"
"Is it because Ling Feng's speed is too fast?"
Some combatants stood on the edge of the ring and looked at the two people who were constantly flashing in disbelief, because from their perspective, it seemed as if Bai Haoran missed every arrow.
"That's because Ling Feng has figured out Brother Bai."
Po Zhonglou said dully, and he was also secretly shocked when he saw the red figure in the arena. Such understanding and observation ability were not even close to him, it was a world of difference.
After saying that, he lowered his head and glanced at Wuniao. They both saw the light in each other's eyes. They nodded their chins together. Then, faint waves of profound energy appeared on both of them. Although they were well hidden, people around them still noticed it.
, wisely stayed away from these two people, not wanting to bring any harm to themselves.
After receiving the reminder from Po Zhonglou, others also focused their attention. Ling Feng and Bai Haoran were still fighting. One was trying to get close, the other was trying to avoid. The fight was "inseparable". Although they were very fast, they were still fighting.
You can still see it with your eyes, and after observing it for a while, I finally figured it out.
When the bow string in Bai Haoran's hand had just been loosened, Ling Feng had already left the place. Even Bai Haoran couldn't predict it. Such insight and speed were too terrifying, and it seemed that Ling Feng was still able to do it with ease.
, on the contrary, Bai Haoran's rhythm gradually became flustered, and he was almost stuck by Ling Feng several times.
"It's almost over. Old Man Bai's teaching is not good."
Miao said with a smile on the booth, his voice was not lowered, and everyone around him could hear it. The third person from the left in the bottom row was a man with a beard on his chin, wearing clean brocade clothes. After hearing Miao's words,
His shoulders trembled, and his eyes stared closely at the two fighting below. Bai Haoran was his son.
At this moment, Bai Haoran was also having a hard time. He could feel that the rhythm of the battle had been controlled by Ling Feng. It was no longer Ling Feng who was avoiding his own arrows, but he was using arrows to force Ling Feng back and not let him get close.
.
The long-term high-level battle has caused his physical strength and profound energy to decline quickly. On the contrary, it is Ling Feng. He can feel a pair of sharp eyes staring at him. As long as he makes the slightest mistake, that person will rush up to him immediately.
Bai Haoran had no doubt about the fatal sword strike.
When Bai Haoran was distracted, Ling Feng rushed ten meters away from him with a sword in one hand. Bai Haoran immediately pulled the string and shot three arrows, but they still failed. Bai Haoran's heart skipped a beat and he roared: "This move
Let me see how you can hide!"
The moment Bai Haoran's voice fell, he stopped hiding and stood on the spot. The profound energy of the sixth level of Naxuan was whizzing out of his body like a strong wind, and his hands turned into afterimages.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Countless arrows, one, two, three, and four, shot out from his hand, shooting towards Ling Feng like a strong wind. In the blink of an eye, they covered half of the arena. This left Ling Feng with nowhere to hide and could only forcefully
anti!
Looking at the countless arrows flashing like stars in front of him, Ling Feng also stopped. He held the sword tightly with one hand and poured profound energy into it. The battle had reached a fierce stage, and both of them used their own moves to suppress the situation.
Everyone held their breath, and the combatants under the ring surrounded Bai Haoran. They did not want to be shot into hedgehogs by the rain of arrows.
As soon as Ling Feng exhaled, the entire arena began to tremble. The floor tiles under his feet dented under the powerful force, cracked inch by inch, and then disappeared in place.
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, he took the initiative to rush towards the dense rain of arrows. Seeing that the arrows were about to penetrate every corner of Ling Feng's body, the sword in his hand cut down the sword with unstoppable power.
He split the arrow rain in front of him, but Ling Feng had just stepped out of the arrow rain, and Bai Haoran on the opposite side laughed wildly, laughing very wildly, with a fierce look on his face.
"Hahaha, I don't believe you can still fly in the air, the rainbow shines through the sun!"
At this moment, before everyone had recovered, Bai Haoran took out a golden arrow and placed it on the bowstring. The four demon cores on the back of the bow burst out with bright light.
"Whoosh!"
The arrow turned into a golden light and shot towards Ling Feng in mid-air. The burst of profound energy tore apart the air and made a harsh scream. At this moment, everyone opened their eyes wide.
Miao Yanli stood up from her chair at the booth, her face instantly turned pale, as if she had already seen what was going to happen next.
However, a red light suddenly flashed in the hand of the figure in mid-air, and then it was chopped off in his hand. Because the speed was too fast, no one could see clearly what it was.
"Boom!"
The next moment, a huge roar like thunder resounded in everyone's ears. The burst of profound energy fluctuations turned the first layer of the floor tiles into powder. The sharp wind blew on the faces of the crowd, but no one dared to
Blink your eyes and stare at the center of the storm with bated breath.
About three seconds later, people seemed to see a figure flashing through the rising smoke. At the same time, two figures rushed out from the edge of the ring. Not many people noticed because they were all focused on the battle.
center.
When the smoke slowly dissipated, everyone took a breath of air, shock and horror appearing on their faces.
I saw a neat crack dozens of meters long in front of Ling Feng extending upwards to Bai Haoran's feet.
He was looking down at his chest in astonishment. There was a ferocious illusory wolf head there, but it was shattered in an instant. Then a sword wound instantly appeared on Bai Haoran's chest. From his chest to his belly, bright red blood surged like a spring.
flow out.
And Po Zhonglou and Wuniao didn't know when they appeared in front of Bai Haoran. There were still residual waves of profound energy on his body. It was obvious that they had just taken action to help Bai Haoran, but even so, Bai Haoran was still hit by Ling Feng's sword.
It was hurt.
"..."
Such a stunning sword made the entire arena calm for a while. No one made a sound. It was Ling Feng who broke the calm. He opened his clothes and revealed a blood stain on his waist.
Only then did everyone realize that he was also injured, but looking at the marks, it was probably just a scratch. But Bai Haoran, everyone believed that if it weren't for the two people in Po Chonglou, his chest would have been split open. This Ling Feng was really
Extremely vicious.
"If you had used the arrow just now, I might have been seriously injured. This time, thank you to your two good brothers."
Ling Feng said lightly, turned around and left after taking a pill to restore Xuan Qi, and did not taunt him to fight one more time, because there are only two outcomes in battles in this world, victory or defeat, no matter what method.
Bai Haoran's eyes flashed when he heard Ling Feng's words, and he suddenly sneered and murmured: "Is it just a serious injury? Bastard."
As for Po Zhonglou, who was standing in front of him, he still didn't let down his guard and asked Wu Niao to help Bai Haoran up. After Ling Feng walked away, he helped Bai Haoran and walked towards the ring. Bai Haoran didn't say anything during the whole process.
With his eyes open, he seemed dead.
When Bai Haoran walked to the edge of the ring and sat down directly, his body was also very strong. The wound stopped bleeding after walking a few steps, but because of the excessive movement just now, the wound opened and blood oozed out, which was painful.
Bai Haoran bared his teeth.
"hiss!"
Wu Niao said helplessly: "Slow down." Bai Haoran did not answer. He closed his eyes and waited for a while before he raised his head and glanced at the figure in the distance. He sighed heavily and then raised his head to face Po.
Chonglou and Wuniao said, "Oh, if I lose, it will cause you to be looked down upon by others."
Bai Haoran's tone was apologetic. He knew that if his brother hadn't stopped Ling Feng, then although he wouldn't have died, the rest of the game would have nothing to do with him.
"This is a small matter. Also, it's not that you are too weak, but that person is too evil."
Po Zhonglou looked at the somewhat embarrassed Bai Haoran and comforted him. He acknowledged Ling Feng's power in his words. After all, they were all among the best in creating their own martial arts. How could the geniuses who founded the sect in the future not see the terror of Ling Feng?
.
During the battle, Bai Haoran was completely suppressed. In terms of speed, strength, observation, and combat experience, he was inferior to Ling Feng.
"Yeah... this is his arena. I don't know if Zhao Changming can do it."
Bai Haoran was a little disappointed. Before he met Ling Feng, he regarded Zhao Changming as his number one enemy. But now, Bai Haoran was a little unsure. After a few seconds of silence, Bai Haoran forced a smile and said, "I'll take a break.
"
After saying that, he closed his eyes, the lines on his face softened a little, and his chest rose and fell cautiously and greedily. His whole body seemed to have lost all strength. Bai Haoran's legs were still shaking slightly.
Obviously the battle just now was not easy, Bai Haoran really used his full strength.
Thinking of this, Po Zhonglou and Wu Niao looked at each other, seeing the fear in each other's eyes, and then stood beside Bai Haoran together without saying a word.
The battle between Ling Feng and Bai Haoran came to an end with the former's victory, but the others have not yet finished their battles. It seems that they were infected by Ling Feng and the others. The contestants became different and fought more cleanly.