The elders of Lingwu Academy stared at Lingfeng's Golden Blood Dragon Flame Saber in amazement, their expressions flickering, but they could not see clearly, but everyone could feel the surging fighting power.
"It's terrible!"
The elders of Moyun Sect said solemnly.
"Elder brother wins!" Zi Yun said excitedly, waving her little fist.
Even Ling Qing and Yun Meng seemed very excited. This was the glory of the Alchemy Sect. They could beat the top ten masters of the Ling Sect so fiercely. They could surpass level 4 combat and instantly kill all the masters of the two major forces.
"Very strong. I hope we can meet him in the quarterfinals!" Lengxue frowned and smiled.
"After all, if you are not a ninth-level martial artist, you will still be defeated!" Long Hao said coldly.
"A monster is born!"
Dugu Yuyue and Ao Ri were both shocked. Everyone regarded Ling Feng as a dark horse, but who knew that the latter was truly strong.
"roar!"
Suddenly, a roar burst out from Han Tian's mouth, his eyes were clouded, and seven streams of martial crystal air flew out, cracking the steel and wood, and he jumped onto the battlefield.
"Why, do you think this is the end?"
He stared straight at Ling Feng, his eyes almost bursting with fire. Ever since he entered Mo Yunzong, he had never suffered such a big loss. He was so embarrassed and humiliated. How could he not hate, be angry, or be angry?
kill!
"bring it on!"
Ling Feng waved his hand to flick away the sawdust on his body, glanced at Han Tian lightly, and said, "I'm in a hurry, and I also know that this is not your strongest strength."
It’s still the same sentence!
Everyone's mouths were trembling. Is this guy going to piss people off to death?!
"I will let you know that some people are not something you can despise!"
Han Tian held the golden sword tightly, his eyes became crazy.
Then, a low force slowly rushed out from the dantian, and the eighth stream of martial crystal air also swirled up, illuminating the blood-stained face.
Eighth level martial artist!
This is his true strength!
"kill!"
He roared angrily, and the wave-cutting knife struck out again. A rainbow of swords became half a foot long, crystal clear, as if it had materialized. Under the rainbow of swords, a wave emerged and was cut off by it.
There was a "buzz" sound.
The sword rainbow became even brighter, twinkling and powerful, and he slashed it down quickly.
"Kacha"
The steel and wood were torn apart by the pressure of the momentum, the air trembled, and the sword rainbow flew out, killing Ling Feng, and Han Tian also flew over, with the golden sword following closely behind the sword rainbow.
.
Even if Ling Feng can shatter Dao Hong, he still has to take a stab from him!
Ling Feng shook his hair proudly, lowered his eyes, slowly raised them, and spoke in a low-pitched voice.
And at that moment, a golden blood flame slowly flew out from the palm of his hand, carrying a surging hot breath, and slowly fell into the Dragon Flame Sword.
"boom"
The Dragon Flame Sword boiled and trembled violently, and an even sharper fighting power surged into the sky. This was the fourth golden blood flame. Ling Feng was not a third-level martial artist.
But a fourth-level martial artist!
"kill!"
He swung the Dragon Flame Saber with all his strength and faced the wave-cutting sword. The steel wood under his feet was shattered on the spot, and a flash of sword light plowed across the battle platform as fast as lightning.
Soon, the two forces met.
"Kacha" "Bo"...
The surroundings trembled wildly, and the steel wood was completely lifted up and scattered in all directions.
Ling Feng remained motionless, with a faint smile on his lips. The Wave-Cut Sword was an earth-level martial skill, but it was much inferior to the Dragon Flame Sword. What's more, the Golden Blood Flame was far more powerful than the Golden Storm. It was definitely not the eighth level.
A master martial artist can resist it.
In fact, that's exactly what happened.
The sword rainbow was cut off, and the Longyan Sword hit Han Tian's golden sword, making a clanging sound. The latter's arm was broken, and a piece of bone was thrust out from the shoulder, stabbing all his internal organs.
Injured.
He suddenly took seven big steps back, opened his mouth and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body was shaky.
His eyes were dull, and he could not imagine that Ling Feng could be so powerful.
"Whoosh"
Ye Xiaofeng dodged over with a quick step, and while Han Tian was in a daze, he pinched the latter's shoulders and picked him up with a devilish smile on his lips.
There was a "boom" sound.
The steel and wood burst, and Han Tian's feet fell into the fighting platform again. Ling Feng used both hands hard, and four golden blood flames flew out, suppressing Han Tian, and then he punched the latter on the shoulder.
"Bang bang..."
He struck like lightning, punching one after another, "planting" Han Tian's whole body into the fighting platform, leaving only one head.
"Ah, I'm going to kill you!"
When Han Tian reacted, it was too late. He wanted to resist, but found that the eight martial crystal air currents were completely suppressed and could not exert their power.
Moreover, Ling Feng's arms were very heavy, and each punch weighed hundreds of kilograms. Even Han Tian's body bones were almost shattered, he was vomiting blood one after another, and his breath was dying.
He hates it!
Gritting his teeth, he was so angry that he went crazy!
Originally he came to avenge Han Xiao, but now he was avenged.
"Noisy!"
Ling Feng squatted on the ground, looked at him condescendingly, his smile became even more evil, and then slapped him down.
"Pa"
As a result, Han Tian passed out. For him, this was the best relief, otherwise he would go crazy.
Han Tian lost!
This was a huge disturbance. Whether it was Lingwu Academy or the disciples of Mo Yun Sect, everyone was shocked. The talent and fighting power displayed by Ling Feng were too terrifying.
I'm afraid that with cold blood, Long Hao and others can suppress him.
"That's an eighth-level martial artist, and he was trapped like this!"
The disciples of Mo Yun Sect looked ugly. A top ten master was beaten so badly, which made them all feel humiliated and even more aggrieved and resentful.
"A fourth-level martial artist, I'm afraid that's not his true strength, right?"
Cold-blooded and Long Hao looked at each other, their eyes full of shock. They couldn't see through Ling Feng. The golden blood flame was too special.
"I have never had this kind of talent to defeat my opponent at level 4!"
Shui Linglong lowered his eyes, but his pupils were filled with fighting intent. Only such an opponent was worthy of his attack.
"What a scary guy, no wonder he can walk in a martial artist-level wilderness."
Dugu Yuyue covered her mouth and chuckled. She was very interested in Ling Feng. The latter was only ten years old. It took more than a year to reach this point. It was really shocking.
"It's deeper than I can hide!" Li Jue laughed lightly.
This battle is over, Lingfeng has advanced to the quarterfinals!
"That little guy is going to be crazy!"
Yunmeng's red lips couldn't close together and she opened her mouth, but was speechless for a moment.
But Zi Yun and Ling Qing were extremely excited. That was the top eight of Mo Lingzhan. Even in Lingwu Academy, there were only three or four people who could advance, and Ling Feng was one of them.
"Boy, you did a good job. Next, we will kill Lengxue and Long Hao!"
When Ling Feng walked down, Yun Meng's eyes flashed and she said these words.
"Ah poof"
The corners of Ling Feng's mouth twitched and he was a little speechless.
Immediately, his eyes flashed, and he looked in one direction, meeting a person's eyes, which were complex and fearful.
Mo Kong!
In the final battle, Ling Feng did not face Mo Kong, but the latter was only an eighth-level martial artist, and his real strength was comparable to Han Tian. When Ling Feng defeated Han Tian.
The one who was most surprised and frightened was Mo Kong!
At the beginning, he beat Ling Feng until he was bleeding and his face turned pale, but now that the latter had come from behind and had the qualification to kill instantly, it made him angry and fearful, but it was also a huge blow.
When he met Ling Feng's gaze, Mo Kong lowered his eyes, and his confidence was shattered by Ling Feng.
This is a huge gap!
The final sixth battle, Shui Linglong versus Mo Kong!
For everyone, this was a battle without any suspense, because Shui Linglong's combat power during the promotion battle was only a fifth-level martial artist, which was not enough to fight Mo Kong.
Even Mo Kong thinks so.
But Long Hao, Lengxue and others just sneered. Do they think that only Lingwu Academy has the trump card? The strongest person in Lingmen is not them but Shui Linglong.
"Take action!"
Mo Kong stood on the battlefield with heavy eyes. He had been stimulated by Ling Feng and wanted to use his strongest combat power to sweep away his opponents.
"Haha, you are very confident!"
Shui Linglong put his hands behind his back, smiled lightly, and said, "Then let's fight!"
He glanced at Ling Feng vaguely. During the Mo Ling battle, he could feel the arrogance in Ling Feng's bones the most. That kind of invincible self-confidence made him vaguely feel threatened.
As for Mo Kong, he had no interest at all.
"kill!"
Mo Kong's face was cold. He could naturally feel Shui Linglong's contempt, so he became angry.
Eight warrior air currents swarmed out, turned into a sharp blade, and chopped down from mid-air, cutting the steel and wood into pieces, and countless sawdust flew up.
In the face of Mo Kong's blow, Shui Linglong just raised his hand and punched him, crushing him down like a torrent of steel.
"Bo"
The sharp blade broke, and the punch struck quickly and violently, knocking Mo Kong away. His chest was dented and two sternum bones were broken.
This scene happened so unexpectedly that people were dumbfounded again. Isn't Shui Linglong a fifth-level martial artist?
"Roar, kill!"
Mo Kong was briefly frightened and angered, and then with a horizontal stroke of his sword, a low force, as if awakened, burst out.
"buzz"
In front of him, three sharp blades suddenly appeared, all heading towards the water spirit dragon. This was an earth-level martial skill, and it was his strongest combat power.
Then, he held the battle sword in his hand, together with the three sharp blades, and killed the water spirit dragon.
“It has some momentum, but it’s too bad!”
He looked old and out of place with his young face.
But the next moment, he pushed out both fists at the same time, and seven streams of martial crystal air rolled out, forming a lightning-like fist, which flew out from his hand and suppressed it all at once.
"Collapse Mountain Fist!"
The expressions of some people around him suddenly changed and they shouted loudly. That was Mo Yunzong's top earth-level martial arts.