Chapter six hundred and seventy seventh continuous battle
When Ling Feng and others followed Guan Hong back to the arena of Crazy Blade City, countless warriors immediately turned their eyes towards them. In yesterday's battle, Ling Feng left the most profound impression on the warriors of Crazy Blade City. His confidence and
Another domineering sword left an indelible mark on everyone's hearts.
Ling Feng sat down and waited for a while before the leader of the Crazy Knife Sect finally arrived. The next day's competition also started with the words of the King of Heaven.
"The contestants of the third round came to the ring."
The King of Heaven glanced around and said, Ling Feng immediately got up and flew down. After yesterday's competition, there were only forty-four of the original eighty-eight people left, and these forty-four people were all Na Xuan Wu without exception.
A strong person above the heavy realm.
This competition was the same as before. Ling Feng and others each took one bamboo stick from the forty-four bamboo sticks, and the one with the same number was the opponent.
Ling Feng was also the first to take away a token, and found that the pattern on it was three waves like a river. He raised the bamboo stick and looked around, and soon found his opponent.
It was a young man in green clothes, who looked to be in his early twenties. He also noticed that his opponent was Ling Feng, and his face immediately became heavy.
Ling Feng immediately remembered the news about this disciple. He was at the sixth level of Naxuan. Like the Snow Sword Sect, he always ranked among the top twenty in every competition, but at this moment he met him in advance.
When all the opponents appeared, the first round of the third round of competition started quickly. Two warriors at the fifth level of Naxuan were fighting in a ball on the ring, their bodies flashing constantly, and the sword light in their hands whistled.
Try your best to find a chance to win.
But those who can get on this stage are not simple people. They all know each other somewhat, and they are inseparable for a while.
It was not until more than half an hour later that one side was caught off guard by the other side's sudden attack due to inaccurate control of the consumption of profound energy, and was ultimately defeated.
Then one genius after another stepped onto the stage, and Ling Feng also met his opponent in the tenth round, the young man in green and green.
Ling Feng attracted everyone's attention as soon as he came on stage. The elders wanted to see the strength of this famous newcomer, while Liu Xing and Wang Cheng hoped that Ling Feng could reveal more in the middle of this battle.
, after all, Ling Feng has just arrived in the Central Territory for more than half a year, but they have been staying here, and their methods have long been discovered.
Ling Feng held his breath and looked at the young man opposite. When the voice of the King of Heaven came into his ears, he immediately leaned forward and rushed towards the young man with a posture of flying close to the ground. The profound energy of the eighth level of Naxuan surrounded his body.
Around his body, he domineeringly got through everything in front of him.
The young man immediately ran to the right, obviously knowing that it was impossible to resist Ling Feng from the front, so he wanted to use a war of attrition to gain a chance.
However, such a strategy was completely ineffective in the face of absolute strength. Ling Feng suddenly changed direction in the middle and ran to the right. When he stabbed out with his sword, the sword edge happened to brush across the opponent's back.
"Wow!"
Seeing the young man avoid such a dangerous sword attack, the warriors in the spectator seats immediately exclaimed, and some female disciples reached out to block their mouths that opened accidentally.
Ling Feng was a little surprised, but he quickly recovered. He stopped at the edge of the ring and turned around to face the young man again.
He flew away, but his opponent's speed was not much different from his. Even someone as powerful as Ling Feng couldn't catch up with him immediately.
Just like that, Ling Feng chased the young man, and a somewhat strange scene appeared on the arena. However, the warriors watching the battle did not feel bored and kept their minds tense, just because every confrontation between the two was extremely dangerous, which reminded everyone
interest of.
Liu Xing and others under the ring frowned. Ling Feng's move was obviously intended to hide his strength. He did not use his real power at all, but wanted to directly defeat his opponent by relying on his advantage in the realm of profound energy.
"I don't believe you can hide it forever."
Liu Xing, who was standing on the right, murmured to himself, and then continued to watch what happened on the ring.
After more than ten minutes of chasing, Ling Feng was keenly aware of his subsequent loss of profound energy. Although there were no clear signs yet, Ling Feng understood that the young man could no longer hold on and only needed a powerful blow.
An attack can completely destroy it.
But Ling Feng didn't do this because he wanted to hide all his tactics. Only in this way would he have a greater chance of winning when he faced Liu Xing, who was half-adept at mysticism.
After another five long minutes, the profound energy in the young man's body finally became weak, so fragile that Ling Feng could break it without concentrating any more profound energy.
Ling Feng casually dispersed the young man's body-protecting profound energy, and then stepped forward in a few steps. The long sword in his hand was thrust out at the same time, so fast that the young man could not react at all.
Seeing that the sword was about to pierce the young man's neck, Ling Feng decisively stopped his movements and stood in the air without moving.
The young man who escaped the disaster also turned around with lingering fear. His face was a little red, and he looked at Ling Feng and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he did not say it, and bowed as a thank you.
"I lost."
Ling Feng nodded with a slight smile, and then walked down the ring calmly. Although he successfully won the second round of the competition, Ling Feng's mood was very calm because he was used to it.
Liu Xing and others felt a little disappointed when they saw Ling Feng walking down from the ring. Ling Feng didn't reveal much in this battle, not to mention his battle tactics.
Ling Feng returned to his work with a calm expression. As soon as he sat down, he heard Guo Meng's confused voice.
"You don't look very happy?"
Guo Mengwei frowned and said, and the surrounding Snow Sword Sect disciples all nodded in agreement.
This was a battle and victory under the watchful eyes of the powerful gods and kings. Lingfeng was only eighteen years old, at the time when he was the youngest and most energetic, but his performance was very calm, which inevitably made the Snow Sword Sect's
The disciples were puzzled.
Ling Feng smiled lightly when he heard this and said: "This is only the third round. Who knows who we will meet in the next round."
"Yes, but with your strength, junior brother, as long as you don't run into Liu Xing and Wang Cheng, there won't be much of a problem in the fourth round."
Guo Meng said again, and then like Ling Feng, he focused on the battle in the ring.
This time, Liu Xing, who was half-proficient in Xuanxuan, was fighting against a warrior at the seventh level of Naxuan. He blocked all the opponent's moves with one hand. His Xuanqi retreated forward like an indestructible mountain, forcing his opponent to
After retreating again and again, he was soon forced to the edge of the ring.
At this time, the warrior's heels were less than an inch away from leaving the ring.
In front of him is a heavy wall made of profound energy. As long as he has the idea of trying to force his way through, he will definitely be kicked out of the ring and will also be defeated.
The warrior sighed heavily, his eyes fell on Liu Xing behind him through the profound energy, and said: "I lost."
"Bang!"
As soon as the words fell, the wall made of mysterious energy suddenly collapsed and turned into a sheet of mysterious energy that spread out, ending with Liu Xing's victory.
As the afternoon approached, the 22nd game of the third round finally ended. From then on, only the last 22 people were left out of the hundreds. Without exception, these 22 people were all at the sixth level of Naxuan.
The strong ones above.
Ling Feng and others stood up to go back, but saw the leader of the Mad Blade Sect and Kong Quan and others walking towards their direction, and immediately greeted them.
Kuang Wei looked Ling Feng up and down, then smiled at Guan Hong and said, "Your Snow Sword Sect's luck is really good this year."
"That's what Mad Sect Leader said."
Guan Hong also laughed. Ling Feng's appearance completely changed the Snow Sword Sect, making the Snow Sword Sect appear in front of all forces for the first time, and all this was because Elder Qiu brought Ling Feng back.
Kuang Weisheng then looked at Ling Feng and continued: "I heard that you and Kong Quan have a good relationship. If there is an opportunity in the future, you two should communicate more."
"Since the mad sect master has said so, Lin Mu will go to your sect in a short time to find his senior brother for guidance on cultivation."
Ling Feng leaned forward slightly and said with a faint smile on his face. He did not seem too nervous because there was a soul standing in front of him, which made Guo Meng and others standing behind him admire him.
Kong Quan felt a little happy when he heard what he said, but he still said modestly: "Junior Brother Lin Mu doesn't need my guidance, it's you who should guide me."
After a polite exchange between the two parties, Kuang Wei left with his men, but his behavior sent a message to all the forces present, that is, the Mad Sword Sect was optimistic about Lin Mu.
For a time, the elders of each sect specifically told their disciples not to provoke Ling Feng, because in order to gain the favor of Ling Feng, the genius, the Mad Sword Sect would most likely help him, and the person who would suffer the loss would still be Ling Feng.
them.
Wu Dao of the Tianblade Sect, whose face was as black as a piece of charcoal, led the people away from here without saying a word. Many people present knew about the grudge between Lingfeng and the Crazy Blade Sect, and they all gloated about the misfortune.
After Ling Feng walked out of the ring, he immediately saw Wu Dao, Wu Zhuo and others waiting outside, but Ling Feng pretended not to notice and walked straight over.
Wu Dao gritted his teeth as he looked at Ling Feng's back, but still took steps to catch up and shouted: "Lin Mu!"
Ling Feng naturally heard it, but he still did not stop. He was ready to wipe out the Tianbian Sect. Such a sect did not need to exist, and such a sect leader was not worthy of being a sect leader.
Wu Dao became even more anxious when he saw this, Wu Zhuo quickly blocked Ling Feng with a look of reluctance, and said with a smile: "Although you and I are not destined to become masters and disciples, after all, we, the Heavenly Blade Sect, are you.
As the first sect to come to the Central Region, please do not place our grudges on our disciples for the sake of old friendship."
Wu Dao was obviously afraid of Ling Feng. With the strength shown by Ling Feng at this moment, no one in the Heavenly Blade Sect could stop him. More importantly, he could not attack Ling Feng because Ling Feng had already obtained it.