Zi Yun, Yun Meng, and Ling Qing were all startled and a little confused, but when they turned around and looked around, Ling Feng had already landed on the battlefield.
The third game, Ling Feng versus Long Hao!
"Then Long Hao is too strong, I'm afraid Ling Feng has no chance." Yunmeng Liuye frowned, not having any hope for Ling Feng.
"Elder brother, it seems that he is a fourth-level martial artist. He can defeat an eighth-level martial artist. Even if he is defeated, it is enough for our alchemy sect to reach this point."
Zi Yun smiled sweetly.
"Xiao Feng, you probably haven't tried your best yet..."
Ling Qing muttered in a low voice. She knew Ling Feng best. At least Ling Feng's method of defeating Zi Rui had not been used yet. That little bit of light was so bright that she still couldn't understand it.
"Elder brother of the alchemy sect, who can compete with an eighth-level martial artist, but if he wants to fight Long Hao, one of the three masters of the Moyun Sect, then it's a gift."
Everyone in Lingwu Academy shook their heads and smiled bitterly.
In their eyes, Ling Feng is equivalent to Jiang Yu. Although some people have thought that Ling Feng once defeated Zirui, but the latter was only a fourth-level martial artist, and there was no comparison at all.
And Long Hao is invincible. Even Wang Qiushui was defeated. The ninth-level martial artist represents the peak strength of the two major forces. In comparison, Ling Feng is too weak.
The third battle has already been "over" before it even started.
"Haha, the alchemy sect has also come to join in the fun. Senior Brother Long Hao is bound to win."
"It is said that Senior Brother of the Alchemy Sect has made me, Mo Yun Sect, very embarrassed. No matter what, I have to make him remember this battle well."
"Here comes the one who gives you the head."
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The disciples of Mo Yun Sect were talking a lot, and the corners of their mouths were grinning. They hated Ling Feng so much. Mo Yun Sect was beaten severely in the exchange battle and the alchemy competition. It was too tragic and unbearable to watch.
Isn't it great to defeat Han Tian? There are some people that he can't compare to. Since you are an alchemist, just go back to the alchemy sect and don't join in the fun.
"Senior Brother Long Hao, please help us teach that Ling Feng a lesson."
Everyone in the Jiang family and the Han family looked angry, hoping that Long Hao would stand up for them.
"kindness!"
Long Hao nodded, with a cold light in his eyes. The latter's talent made him jealous. If Ling Feng was allowed to grow up, he would become Mo Yunzong's formidable enemy.
He couldn't kill Ling Feng in this battle, but if he could destroy the latter's self-confidence, the blow to Ling Feng would undoubtedly be huge, and it could even make him stand on his own laurels and drown him.
Therefore, this battle must be fought fiercely!
"Long Hao, I can't see through Ling Feng, so you should be more careful." Shui Linglong walked over and reminded him in a low voice.
"Oh, can a fourth-level martial artist still fight beyond the fifth level?"
Long Hao smiled calmly and stepped onto the fighting stage.
He didn't have much fear towards Ling Feng, but with Shui Linglong's reminder, he became more cautious.
"How do you want to be beaten?"
When he just stood up and struck a cool pose, Ling Feng's words made his forehead veins jump and he almost ran away.
This sentence is still the same, and it can still make people angry to death!
"Ling Feng, do you want to die?"
Long Hao made a "choking" sound and knocked the halberd on the steel wood, making Ling Feng's feet tremble slightly.
"Long Yue is your brother?"
Ling Feng suddenly asked with a smile.
"Yes, so what?"
Long Hao was slightly startled, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He couldn't keep up with Ling Feng's thinking. He wanted to beat him up before, so why did he suddenly ask about Long Yue again?
Not to mention him, Long Yue and everyone around him were incomprehensible.
"Then come on!"
Ling Feng hooked his fingers at Long Hao and narrowed his eyes slightly, but what he saw in Long Hao's eyes was cold sarcasm, which made him furious.
"You are seeking death on your own!"
Long Hao roared angrily, and he killed him in an instant. The halberd turned into a stream of light and stabbed directly at Ling Feng. He used his body technique, like a gust of wind, to kill Ling Feng in the blink of an eye.
"Haha, are you competing with me again?"
Ling Feng sneered. He made a mistake in his steps, and with lightning speed, he punched suddenly.
"Boom"
This punch was too fast. Chasing Wind Step was not comparable to Xuan-level movements. Ling Feng struck first and hit Long Hao on the bridge of his nose.
It was broken, and red blood spurted out continuously.
"Huhu"
The wind blew slowly, and everyone was stunned. Was it Long Hao who was punched away? Was it really Long Hao?
All this happened in the blink of an eye. The excited smiles of the Mo Yun Sect disciples suddenly broke before they fell, and Long Hao flew backwards with just one punch.
"That kind of speed is too fast. Han Tian suffered a big loss back then."
"Ling Feng should have mastered an earth-level movement technique."
People's mouths trembled a few times. It was obvious that the latter's speed was indeed a headache, and even Long Hao could not match it.
"What a terrifying speed, really exciting!"
Shui Linglong's eyes were brilliant, and his speed was no less than his, making him full of fighting spirit.
"Are you looking for abuse?" Ling Feng said indifferently.
"You are indeed very fast, but this does not determine the outcome of the battle. You are still too weak!"
Long Hao wiped the blood from his face and got up instantly, his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
He stared at Ling Feng fiercely. If eyes could kill, Ling Feng would have died countless times.
"Indeed, speed is not the key to victory, but at least it can beat you hard."
After the words fell, Ling Feng rushed out and punched again.
"kill!"
Long Hao shouted coldly, and eight martial crystal air currents enveloped his body. He also used his body skills to dodge quickly, and at the same time stabbed Ling Feng with a halberd.
"Whoosh"
Ling Feng flashed past, and then punched Long Hao on the left shoulder, causing the latter to stumble, and the eight martial crystal air currents on his body also dispersed.
However, he was not injured.
As Long Hao said, speed is not the key to winning or losing. When a person is strong enough to crush the latter, speed has lost its effect.
His face was as cold as a piece of ice. Even if Ling Feng punched him ten times, he could easily block it, and with just one halberd, he could pierce Ling Feng.
The most basic and crucial factor that determines victory or defeat is still strength, the peak combat power!
"Are you very arrogant?"
Ling Feng glanced at Long Hao, and then killed him. He used the Wind Chasing Step to the limit. He was so fast that he punched him with one punch after another. Long Hao's face changed drastically, and he tried his best to
Dodge, and eight martial crystal air currents cover the whole body.
"Boom"
However, he defended himself against two punches, but they flew away immediately afterwards. He was punched on the left cheek, which instantly swelled up and looked like a meat bun.
There is no doubt that Ling Feng used his dominating fist and even used his silver treasure body, and the eighth-level martial crystal air flow could not be stopped.
"Lingfeng, I'm going to beat you into a pig's head!"
Long Hao was completely angry, his hair flew flying, and all the low martial crystal air rushed out and surfaced on him.
Ninth level martial artist!
At this moment, Long Hao didn't hold back at all. He unleashed the Mad Demon Art and rolled out sharp blades, killing Ling Feng with a hissing sound.
"Finally no longer hiding?"
Ling Feng sneered, and four golden blood flames also flew out, turning into a fierce punch, and faced him.
"boom"
The battle platform shook violently, Ling Feng stepped back in large steps, and the four golden-blood flames dimmed. The ninth-level martial artist was indeed not comparable to the eighth-level martial artist.
What's more, at this moment, Long Hao also used the Mad Demon Technique.
"But that's it, except for your speed, you are no match for me!"
Long Hao sneered and struck more fiercely. The halberd turned into afterimages, covering Lingfeng's surroundings, forcing him to fight.
"Dragon Flame Sword!"
The next moment, a golden blood sword flew out of Lingfeng's palm and struck it with all his strength.
"Kacha" "Kacha"
In an instant, all the sharp blades were chopped into pieces. The power of the golden blood sword was so powerful that even Long Hao was slightly pale.
"when"
However, he still killed him with a merciless halberd. There was a muffled sound, Ling Feng grunted, the Dragon Flame Sword was shattered, and a bloody gash was cut on his arm.
Obviously, the four golden blood flames are difficult to compare with a ninth-level martial artist.
"Is this your strength?"
Long Hao stood indifferently, holding a halberd in his hand, with a touch of sarcasm on his face. The latter's talent was indeed very strong, but he was not his opponent now, so he would only lose once.
"The ninth level martial artist is indeed a bit tricky!"
Ling Feng smiled bitterly and said.
"Haha, senior brother of the alchemy sect, what can I do? Go back and refine the alchemy."
"That's right, you are not qualified for a fight between warriors." Mo Yunzong's disciple said sarcastically.
"Damn it, you dare to ridicule my alchemy sect disciple!"
Yunmeng was so angry that she gritted her teeth. Although she also wanted to kick Lingfeng's ass and give him a beating, she would never allow others to bully her disciple.
"Xiao Feng, are you really going to lose?"
Ling Qing wrinkled her pretty face, feeling that Ling Feng might have some backup plans.
"Why bother, forcing me?"
Slowly, Ling Feng raised his head, his eyes shone coldly, and his blood boiled completely.
At this moment, a surging force suddenly surged out of his Dantian, and the fifth golden blood flame finally flew out.
This is Ling Feng's true strength!
That day, with the help of the Jinxuan Stone and the elixir, he broke through, not as a fourth-level martial artist, but as a fifth-level martial artist!
Under the suppression of Long Hao's powerful combat power, he finally used the strongest golden blood flame. This was something no one expected. Therefore, everyone was stunned, even Mo Yunzong was shouting sarcastically.
The sounds came suddenly.
A fourth-level martial artist can defeat an eighth-level martial artist, but what about a fifth-level martial artist?
What's more, the most touching thing is that Ling Feng is like a bottomless pit. Whenever everyone thinks that he will definitely lose, he displays a higher level of power. Who knows what state he has reached?
"Haha, is the fifth level martial artist your strongest strength, but I still can't see through you!" Shui Linglong had already narrowed his eyes.