Aoyu looked arrogant, coming towards the wind with a handsome look and a high nose, like a silver hook, and glanced at Lingfeng with a look of disdain.
Although the latter defeated a seventh-level warrior and had natural divine power, he was not taken seriously by him and thought he could easily kill him instantly.
"How... do you want to be beaten?"
However, Ling Feng's next words almost made Aoyu fall down, and his handsome face became distorted and turned red.
Even the people around him had black lines on their faces. They still said these words and were still so arrogant.
"Ling Feng, you are too arrogant!"
Aoyu was so angry that his face was livid, the veins on his arms were bulging out, and he had the urge to run away.
"I'm in a hurry!"
Ling Feng plucked his ears lazily. He was not a teenager, so naturally he could see the contempt in Ao Yu's eyes at a glance. The latter was very arrogant.
As a result, Ling Feng became...even more arrogant!
"Lingfeng, don't think that just because you defeated the top ten masters of the inner sect of Mo Yun Sect, you can underestimate me, I will make you pay the price!"
Aoyu was so angry that the corners of his mouth and eyes were twitching, while nine warrior cyclones emerged on his body.
"buzz"
The air around him trembled, and an invisible ripple steamed up. This was his pride, because he was not comparable to Dong Yue. After all, he was the third-ranked master in the inner sect.
"Come on, my cock is already thirsty."
Ling Feng smiled lightly and curled his fingers.
In an instant, everyone's mouths twitched. This guy was not so arrogant. He could make people angry to death with just one word.
Even Yunmeng, Ling Qing, Ziyun and others were all smiling softly, what a scammer.
"kill!"
Aoyu couldn't bear it any longer. He raised his eyes and a fierce anger suddenly emerged. He took three steps in succession, like a "zig", and the speed was extremely fast.
There is no doubt that he has mastered a movement technique. Although it is much inferior to Ling Feng, he has nine warrior cyclones to rely on.
"Shafeng Sword!"
He pulled out the cyan war sword and raised it from bottom to top. Suddenly, a sword light rose up and rushed towards Ling Feng. It was the fusion of nine warrior cyclones.
"boom!"
Suddenly, when the sword was approaching Ling Feng, the sword light suddenly exploded, forming a thumb-sized sword light, all of which shot towards Ling Feng.
"Whoosh"
There was a sneer on Ling Feng's lips, and he glanced at Ao Yu indifferently.
Are you trying to compete with him in speed?!
He performed the Wind Chasing Step, which was as fast as the wind. He arched his body slightly and rushed out from under the sword light. At the same time, he waved the big iron rod and drew a circle in mid-air.
"Ding ding..."
A series of dense sonic booms sounded, and the dozens of sword rays were blocked, and pits were formed on the big iron rod, which deflated.
"Let me see how long you can hide for?!"
Ao Yu sneered. He had been in seclusion before and didn't know about Ling Feng's fierce battle with Mo Kong, otherwise he wouldn't be so confident.
"The second form of the Shafeng Sword, the sword shines into the sky!"
He shouted coldly, took three steps, and quickly approached. The two sword lights on the sword suddenly rose up, and then quickly exploded, forming a pearl-like sword light that enveloped half a foot in radius, trying to shoot Ling Feng.
kill.
"I block!"
Ling Feng sneered proudly, waving the big iron rod, the silver body glowing, and smashed out three sticks in the blink of an eye, so fast that only a shadow remained.
"Ding ding, ding ding..."
The shadow of the stick passed through the endless sword light, creating a blank space, and then Ling Feng rushed in in a flash.
"I'll fight!"
The next moment, he roared loudly, and the deflated iron rod fell down quickly and violently, with a whining sound that made the whole place exclaim. The speed was too fast.
"I...wipe!"
Aoyu was startled for a moment, and then there was only panic in his eyes. He retreated sharply, raised his sword, and faced him.
A "dang" sound.
Ling Feng stopped. The big iron rod was dented a little and was already a little bent. After all, it couldn't be compared with a yellow-level weapon. But Aoyu flew away, his hands were shaking, and his arms were almost dislocated.
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He took five big steps back, his face flushed, and his chest held a breath.
"Does it hurt?"
Ling Feng asked, carrying a big stick.
"It doesn't hurt!" Aoyu bared his teeth and snorted coldly.
"kill!"
Ling Feng grinned and charged out again. The Wind Chasing Step burst out at a dizzying speed, leaving behind a series of afterimages on the spot, which even shocked Ao Yu.
How could he have thought that Ling Feng was so fast?!
"Walk"
He gave a light drink and ducked out of the way in an instant.
But he was still too slow.
"Boom"
A stick gradually enlarged in his pupils, and hit his forehead, knocking him upside down. The back of his head hit the ground, and a large blood bag bulged out, making him dizzy.
"Does it hurt?"
Ling Feng asked with a smile.
"It doesn't hurt!"
Aoyu bared his teeth and sweated all over his face in pain, but he gritted his teeth and refused to admit that he came to kill Ling Feng instantly, not to embarrass himself.
Although, I am indeed embarrassed now.
"Bang"
Suddenly, Ling Feng sneered, and the big iron rod fell from his hand, hitting Ao Yu's feet, and a scream suddenly rang out.
Aoyu's face was distorted. This scene happened so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
"My hand slipped."
Ling Feng coughed dryly, picked up the big iron rod, bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Does it really not hurt?"
"Whoosh"
Ao Yu suddenly rushed up and slashed down with his war sword. Nine warrior cyclones exploded in the air. Even Ling Feng couldn't escape from such a close distance.
In fact, it was the same. Ling Feng did not dodge, but suddenly swung out the big iron rod in his hand.
"Boom"
His strike was like lightning, leaving only an afterimage of the big iron rod, and then he knocked Aoyu away with one blow. The fierce force made the latter do some somersaults before falling down.
On the battlefield.
"Break it for me!"
The next moment, Ling Feng roared loudly, and blasted out the big iron rod and fist. The silver treasure body showed its power completely, and Ling Feng was like a beast, charging out from the sword light.
"Puff..."
He was like a thug, extremely domineering. All the swords in front of him were shattered by big iron rods and fists, and holes were pierced through his clothes.
"when"
Immediately, an iron rod flew straight out, and another stick knocked Aoyu to the ground. He was stunned, and his forehead was full of blood, like a monster with a majestic head.
"Uh-huh, Ling Feng, I'm going to kill you!"
Aoyu was so angry that he went crazy. He was a ninth-level warrior, but in front of Lingfeng, he couldn't display his fighting power at all. He was beaten violently with one stick after another.
Is the latter a monster?!
At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded. They had never seen Ling Feng like this before. He was really similar to a ferocious beast. Even a ninth-level warrior could fight him. He was so ferocious that it was terrifying.
Is he a beast in human form?
"Does it hurt?" Ling Feng walked up to Ao Yu with a smile and picked up the big stick.
"I love your sister!"
Aoyu said nothing and left. He did not dare to engage in close combat with Lingfeng, otherwise he would be beaten passively. The latter had "rough skin and thick flesh" and was unmatched.
"Boom"
However, as soon as he moved, Ling Feng hit him on the back with a stick, sending him rolling all over the ground and knocking out his teeth.
"I'm leaving!"
Aoyu groaned, and a wisp of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't care anymore. After taking advantage of the situation, he got up and jumped up.
"duang"
However, a stick came down again, knocking Aoyu to the ground. The nine warrior cyclones were all smashed by the stick.
Of course, the big iron rod was also bent, with dents all around, and it looked nondescript.
However, he still beat Aoyu violently.
"Does it hurt?" Ling Feng asked again.
“It doesn’t hurt”
"Dong" "Dong" "Dong"...
As a result, Aoyu wilted and lay limply on the ground, with gloomy eyes and vomiting blood. Finally, he tilted his head and passed out.
But at the moment when he passed out, the corners of his mouth cracked and he whispered softly: It hurts a little.
Aoyu lost!
They were just passively beaten, and their heads were covered with bruises, which made people shiver. Now that they have finally understood the elegance of the "Legend of the Iron Rod", even ninth-level warriors are helpless.
Now, what they want to know is, who can let Ling Feng use his combat power?!
"A bit useless..."
Ling Feng glanced at Aoyu and shook his head speechlessly. The latter's combat experience was too poor and could not be compared with Long Yue and others. He was just a flower in the greenhouse.
"If you only rely on the power of flesh and blood, I will be disappointed."
Under the fighting platform, Zhong Shui shook his head indifferently, and his disappointment became more intense. He felt that Ling Feng had not made any progress at all.
The power of flesh and blood can threaten Aoyu, but it is useless to him, even the speed is useless.
"If we meet, I hope you won't disappoint me too much!"
After saying that, Zhong Shui left without looking back.
At first, he lost that battle, but this also stimulated him and made him work harder and reach a great level. Now he wants to defeat Ling Feng, but he doesn't want Ling Feng to be too weak.
He wants to defeat Ling Feng when he is at his strongest. This is a kind of arrogance, a powerful arrogance!
"Disappointed?"
Ling Feng looked at Zhong Shui quietly, with a smile on his lips. If they met, he hoped Zhong Shui would not force him to take action.
The first round of the promotion battle lasted until the evening and then ended slowly.
On the third day, the Lingwu Academy was full of people. Many people came to watch the battle with their wounds wrapped up. The hills around were full of people. Even the elders of Lingwu Academy and the elders of Mo Lingzhan came.
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And soon, after the round of drawing, people's expressions became weird. Some people were very excited because they had not drawn many warrior realm disciples, while some people sighed sadly because they met the genius of Lingyuan and Lingmen.
Even Ling Qing's little face dimmed. Her opponent was a disciple from the Spiritual Academy, both of whom were masters of the martial arts realm.
"Planting water..."
Lingfeng looked at the bamboo stick in his hand, with a name engraved on it.