Under Li Tong's fast attack, Liu Peng could no longer hold on after only taking sixteen blows. He was helpless and unleashed the Luan Chao Feng, trying to retreat Li Tong, but with his Luan Luan Feng
After releasing it, Li Tong in front of him also disappeared, and at the same time, an evil wind struck from behind.
Knowing that the opponent was behind him, Liu Peng returned his sword to parry, but with a clang, Li Tong's sword was slashing on his spiritual sword. The force was so strong that Liu Peng, who had hurriedly caught the sword, took three big steps, before he could stabilize himself.
Li Tong's combo of attacks came again, the spirit sword chopped and stabbed, and the swords all rushed towards Liu Peng's vitals.
This time Liu Peng could only barely take ten swords, and he wanted to use his spiritual martial arts skills to save himself, but this time Li Tong did not give him a chance. The glow of the spiritual sword in his hand had already flashed, but the moment the skills were about to be released, Li Tong first
She took a step to move in front of him with a shadow drift, and stabbed him three times with the spirit knife.
Liu Peng used all his strength to block the first two blows, but he couldn't block the third one. He could only move his body as far as possible to the side, out of the way of his vital points. There was a thud in his ear, and Li Tong made the last blow.
It missed Liu Peng's neck and stabbed deeply into his shoulder. The latter screamed in pain and pulled away.
He was fast, but Li Tong was even faster. The latter followed up with a kick and hit Liu Peng in the chest.
Bang, this kick hit Liu Peng's chest, making a crisp sound like a broken mirror. Liu Peng's body was like a kite with broken strings, bouncing up more than one meter high and flying straight out. He fell from the center of the ring.
When he got to the arena, he looked at Liu Peng after he landed. The spiritual armor on his chest was shattered, blood had seeped out from under his clothes, and he was lying motionless on the ground. He had fainted on the spot.
As soon as Liu Peng was defeated, another branch master immediately stood up from Baihui Hall and went to fight Li Tong. However, this branch master was not much better than the two previous ones. After a fierce battle with Li Tong
Defeated again.
Li Tong won three games in a row and defeated three branch masters of Baihui Hall in a row. His skills were astonishing and made many rangers present look at him with admiration. Now people began to discuss in low voices, who is this Li Tong?
, why is it so powerful, why have I never heard of such a number before.
As the disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, Zhang Dong could not close his mouth at this time. He really didn't expect that Li Tong, who was usually taciturn and lifeless, actually defeated the three branch masters of Baihui Hall. This was because the king sent him five
One of the masters, it seems that he has a great chance of competing for the position of leader today!
He had lost three games in a row in front of all the rangers of Feng Kingdom, which made Zhou Kuan unable to sit still. He was 100% sure that Li Tong was definitely not from Xiaoyao Clan, but he could only guess where he came from.
He couldn't come out. He looked around him and asked: "This dark spiritual cultivator is very powerful. Brothers, if you are not 100% sure, don't go to war again."
The implication is that if they lose again, Baihuitang will lose all face. After hearing his words, an old man in his sixties who was sitting next to Zhou Kuan stood up, raised his hands and said: "Master,
How about I go fight him?"
When people saw clearly the person who wanted to fight, they all sighed. This old man's name was Nan Ting, and he was the deputy chief hall master of Baihui Hall. His leadership ability and personal charm may not be as good as Zhou Kuan's, but he was an excellent person in terms of spiritual martial arts.
The first-class master is the best even in the entire Feng Kingdom ranger world.
Nan Ting was about to fight Li Tong. Zhou Kuan pondered for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "Brother Nan, you have to be more careful!" Zhou Kuan was about ten years younger than Nan Ting, and he respected him very much.
Treat him as his elder brother.
Hearing his instructions, Nan Ting was happy and said: "It's just a young baby. Don't worry, Hall Master, I'll come back as soon as I go!" As he spoke, the old man walked down from the stands and went straight to the ring.
After Nan Ting got to the ring, there was a sound of inhaling from below, but Li Tong didn't pay attention, and almost sneered. He said quietly: "What? Could it be that Baihuitang can't send out strong people, so it can only use an old man?"
Come to fool me?"
Nan Ting looked up and laughed and said: "Young man, don't be too arrogant. You must know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."
"I heard you farting!" Li Tong snorted coldly, and rushed to the south court with a quick stride, slashing at Huashan with his spiritual sword.
The secret passage came well, Nan Ting calmly covered his spiritual armor and blocked with his horizontal sword. With a crisp clang sound, the spiritual sword and the spiritual sword touched each other. Nan Ting stood on the spot without moving, but Li Tong was reacted by the reaction.
The force of the shock took a step back.
Huh? Li Tong was surprised. He couldn't tell that this old man was so strong! Li Tong put away his contempt, cheered up, and stood with Nan Ting attentively.
The two of them went back and forth, each using their own unique skills. Unknowingly, they had fought for more than fifty rounds.
During the battle, Li Tong's best thing was the stormy fast attack, but his fast attack had no effect on Nan Ting. The old man had been fighting for decades. He had too much experience in fighting, and he fought on his own.
His skills are also proficient, and his cultivation is extremely deep. Li Tong's series of fast attacks are often easily resolved with one move of his Spiritual God: Condensation.
The old man became more relaxed as he fought, while Li Tong became more and more difficult to fight. Gradually, he parried more and attacked less, and the situation became completely passive.
In fact, for dark spiritual cultivators, the arena battle is very disadvantageous. This is a flat land without any obstacles, and there is nothing to provide shadows for them to cast Shadow Escape. If there is a gap in strength between the two parties or they are not compatible,
Up and down, Li Tong could still look for opportunities to win with his flexible mind, but facing an experienced spiritual martial arts master like Nan Ting, he had no choice in the ring.
When the two sides fought for eighty rounds, Li Tong's physical strength and spiritual energy had been severely depleted, and his physical skills were not as good as before. He was breathing heavily while fighting. Seeing the opportunity coming, Nanting accelerated his offensive.
Tong was in a daze, distracted by the sword coming from above the old man, and did not notice the kick from below.
Nan Ting's kick was aimed straight at Li Tong. If he was really kicked, Li Tong would be crippled even if he didn't die. At the critical moment, Li Tong used all his strength, bowed and moved his helix backward.
There was a crisp popping sound, and Nan Ting did not kick him, but hit him hard on the lower abdomen.
Li Tong was like a cannonball fired from the barrel. He flew backwards and fell more than three meters before falling to the ground. However, the inertia still did not decrease. He continued to roll on the ring, like a ball, until he reached the end of the ring.
At the same time, he also spit out blood with a loud sound.
Anyone else would definitely not be able to stand up after suffering such a heavy kick, but Li Tong gritted his teeth, propped himself on the ground with his knife, and stood up tremblingly. He raised his eyes and looked at Nanting on the stage, with scarlet red lips.
His eyes almost burst out of fire.
Although Nan Ting looked kind on the surface, he was actually quite ruthless and failed to take Li Tong's life. The old man secretly said a pity in his heart. He took off the spiritual armor on his body, smiled and cupped his hands, and said: "Young man,
It is not easy for you to be as skilled as you are at your age. I will be merciful today and not take your life, but if you still think you have some ability and are arrogant in the future, you will suffer a big loss!"
Listening to the other party's tone like a charitable elder, as if he was deliberately letting him go, Li Tong knew very well that in fact, the old man was trying to kill him. His face turned red with anger, and before he could speak, he squirted again.
A mouthful of blood came out, and his body swayed for a while. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore and sat down on the ground with a plop.
Li Tong was defeated. Facing Nan Ting, one of the top masters in Baihui Hall, the backbones of Xiaoyaomen no longer even had the desire to die. People were holding their heads together, not daring to breathe, for fear that Zhang Dong would notice them and call them by name.
Let yourself go.
How could Zhang Dong not understand the thoughts of his subordinates? While he was angry, he could only look at the other four masters assigned to him by Tang Yin with a look of help.
Of the four remaining people, the strength of the dark spiritual cultivator among them is at best comparable to that of Li Tong. If Li Tong is defeated, he will also not get any advantage if he goes down.
As for the three light-type spiritual cultivators, using insight to see that Nan Ting's cultivation level is obviously higher than his own, it is estimated that even if he ends up, he will be embarrassed.
Seeing that no one asked them to fight, Zhang Dong, who was anxious, risked his life and asked: "Four adults, who among you...will go to fight in Nanting?"
If he didn't speak, the four of them could still pretend to be deaf and dumb. When he asked, the four of them couldn't pretend to be stupid, not to mention that there was the King not far away. Among the four of them, the young man from Lingwu Academy stood up.
, Zhensheng said: "I'll fight him!"
This young man is only in his twenties, but his cultivation has surpassed the realm of transformation, and he is considered a prodigy in spiritual martial arts. As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Even though he knows that the opponent's cultivation is much deeper than his own, the young man still dares to step down and challenge him.
The fight this time was much faster than the last one. The young man didn't even get past thirty rounds in front of Nanting. The old man stabbed him in the ribs with a sword. Fortunately, the sword did not hurt the internal organs, otherwise even if there was Da Luo Shenxian,
Being there could not save him. Even so, the young man was seriously injured and was carried down by Xiaoyao Sect disciples for rescue.
Watching the young man's defeat, Xiaoyaomen was completely unable to send anyone. Even Zhang Dong knew very well that no one on his side could defeat Nanting.
The old man won two games in a row, without blushing or panting, as if nothing was wrong. On the stage, he would greet acquaintances below from time to time, looking relaxed. On the other hand, the stands at Xiaoyaomen were silent and deathly silent. In the end,
, Zhang Dong could only look at Tang Yin for help.
Tang Yin's face didn't look very good at this time, not because Xiaoyao Sect was helpless against Nan Ting, but because two of his own spiritual martial arts masters were injured in Nan Ting's hands, which made Tang Yin feel unhappy and uncomfortable.
Just when people thought that no one from Xiaoyaomen would dare to step down to fight, someone from the Shuramen stand on the left side of the Xiaoyaomen stand stood up. This person silently walked down the stand, went up to the ring, and faced
Nan Ting cupped his hands and smiled and said: "Mr. Nan, it's been a long time! I want to fight with Mr. Nan. I wonder if Mr. Nan is willing to give me a favor?"