Long Jue's expression changed drastically, and he quickly retreated. He pushed forward with both hands and struck out with a single hand seal. He wanted to resist the stick.
Unfortunately, everything is in vain.
"Boom"
When the stick is smashed down, the strong wind can tear people's clothes. With a "click", the stick directly smashes the handprints into pieces without losing its force. There is a "dong" sound, accompanied by a shrill scream.
, that Long Jue flew out like a kite with its string cut off.
"puff"
He vomited blood profusely, his face was as pale as paper, both hands were broken, and they were hanging limply on the ground, and even his body was shaking.
Everyone was shocked. He was a fourth-level warrior, and he was defeated like that?!
At this moment, there was no real energy fluctuation in Ling Feng's body, but the power of that stick was something that even Long Jue couldn't bear. How heavy would it be?
This was something that no one had thought of. People like Ao Shan, Ao Shen and others were all pale and bloodless, with cold sweats breaking out. They were frightened.
This is Ling Feng's true strength. If he had attacked with all his strength, they would have been beaten to death with a stick.
"Natural power?!"
The faces of everyone in Mo Yunzong were ugly, and everyone had a gloomy expression. Not only was the "number one master of the outer sect" extremely fast, but the power of his stick could not even withstand his handprints.
“It’s very difficult!”
This is what they are thinking, and they feel a lot of pressure.
"So strong?!"
No matter the inner sect, the elder of the spiritual dean, or Mo Shan, they were all dumbfounded. This Ling Feng seemed to be a lot stronger than Ling Wushan. According to their estimation, the stick weighed at least 1,500 kilograms.
It is said that the dragon is extremely powerful, even if they are hit by a stick, they will be injured.
"How terrible!"
"This guy's meridians are obviously broken, and he's just using the power of flesh and blood to torture people."
Someone at Lingwu Academy whispered.
Regarding this, Ling Qing had a pretty face and she was overjoyed. Although everyone's comments also fell into her ears, she was not annoyed at all.
Ling Feng is no longer the same as before. His meridians have recovered and he has been promoted to "Level 5 Warrior".
Of course, even Ling Qing was frightened by Ling Feng's stick.
"Mo Yunzong, those three losers, come on together."
On the ring, Ling Feng carried a big stick, held his head high, and looked cold and arrogant. His image was even colder, arrogant and contemptuous than the previous disciples of Mo Yun Sect.
Moreover, he spoke even more harshly, asking the three young masters of Mo Yun Sect to come together and return all the insults that Long Jian absolutely had to Lingwu Academy.
This made the disciples of Mo Yunzong furious. Each one of them was so angry that their faces were livid, they were gnashing their teeth and really wanted to beat Ling Feng to death.
Of course, the prerequisite is that they have that kind of strength.
"I'll go first!"
A young man in purple clothes jumped onto the ring. He was holding a soft sword. He didn't dare to show off against a "master" like Ling Feng.
"I am Mo Yun Zong Feng!"
That kind of wind cupped his fists, and the soft sword suddenly trembled, and a bright wave exploded from the soft sword, killing Ling Feng.
Four warrior cyclones appeared in the air and pushed forward side by side. He didn't want to give Ling Feng a chance to use his movement skills, but he wanted to force the latter to confront them head-on.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Ling Feng pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were very contemptuous, and he smashed the stick in his hand directly, with a whistling sound, which made even that kind of wind turn pale.
"Sword wind kills!"
That kind of wind roared loudly, and with a stab of the soft sword, four warrior cyclones instantly overlapped to form a flywheel, and in the flywheel, there was a crystal sword light that shot out.
This is Sword Wind Kill, and it is also Mo Yunzong's top yellow-level martial arts.
"Boom"
However, Ling Feng smashed it down with a stick, and the crystal light of the sword was directly crushed. Even the flywheel collapsed. The stick weighed two thousand kilograms.
"puff"
Zhong Feng flew away, like a butterfly with broken wings, and his chest was broken. This was the result of Ling Feng's mercy, otherwise the stick would have killed him.
Dare to confront him head-on?! This is asking for your own death!
There is no doubt that people were dumbfounded again and couldn't close their mouths in shock. They didn't even dare to think about what kind of style it would be like to have a stick and a little master?!
Not to mention Mo Shan, the inner sect and other elders, even the outer sect disciples of Lingwu Academy were all clenching their fists. The suffocated emotions suppressed by Mo Yunzong just now found a way to pour out in an instant.
"One stick at a time, the little master of Mo Yunzong is no more than that."
"Come on Lingfeng!"
Everyone was excited. They originally placed their hopes on the five major masters, but unfortunately they all failed.
But now, Ling Feng stood up alone, which made them excited.
Although they had a bad relationship with Ling Feng before, they were disciples of Lingwu Academy after all, and they were unanimous in their relationship with the outside world.
"Xiao Feng, that's amazing!" Ling Qing waved her fist and cheered Ling Feng on.
"Haha, I have underestimated the disciples of Lingwu Academy."
Elder Mo Yunzong also had a solemn expression. This "number one master of the outer sect" was much more powerful than he thought. He was afraid that he could really fight against Zhong Shui. What made him frown was that even he couldn't see through the latter.
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"You, you..."
Ling Feng pointed at the other two young masters, then suddenly stopped his fingers and said, "Forget it, you two dozen or so can come together."
"puff"
The elder who was drinking tea spurted out a mouthful of water. Even the corners of the mouths of the people around him were twitching. Just now they thought that Ling Feng would let the last two young masters come together.
But who would have thought that he would do something like this?
Except for that kind of water, other Mo Yun Sect disciples were all included in the scope of "going together" by him. Did he want to be beaten by a group, or did he want to beat a group of people alone?
"This is a slap in the face."
Mo Shan's chin and beard stood straight up. He suddenly had a feeling that it would not be a good thing to offend this Ling Feng. The latter went crazy and might even be able to beat him, an elder.
"Boy, how dare you insult my Mo Yunzong?!"
The two young masters were furious, their faces as ugly as they could be. They strode onto the ring, each carrying a big hammer, which weighed a hundred pounds, which was pretty good.
The other one is holding a sword in his hand, looking very domineering.
"Hit me!"
The young man named Sun Qiu shouted loudly and struck down with a hammer. It was very fierce. The golden hammer martial arts he practiced required ferocious attack power. He wanted to try Ling Feng's stick to the end.
How heavy is it.
"It's a pity that you are too far behind."
Ling Feng shook his head and gave condescending instructions: "To perform Hammer Kung Fu, you have to move forward bravely and don't be afraid. Of course, if you want to practice well, you must first be hit by me a few times."
"puff"
That Sun Qiu almost spit out a mouthful of blood, that Ling Feng was so hateful.
Therefore, the strength in his hand became a little stronger, and even four warrior cyclones emerged, forming a golden light on the surface of the hammer.
"Boom"
Ling Feng calmly picked up the stick and smashed it down. The blow was like two huge iron stones colliding at the fastest speed. Sparks shot out in all directions, making people's ears hurt.
Ling Feng remained motionless, as if he was relaxed, while Sun Qiu's face turned red, his arms trembled violently, and every vein on his body was highlighted.
The rocks beneath his feet exploded. The force was so great that even his body, which could bear a thousand kilograms of weight, was on the verge of collapse.
Then, Ling Feng smashed the stick down again, and Sun Qiu turned pale, raised the hammer, and blocked it above his head.
"Boom"
Sun Qiu was trembling all over, and couldn't even breathe, holding it in his chest.
"Dong dong..."
Ling Feng didn't strike, and each blow was full of energy. However, after a few consecutive blows, Sun Qiu stood motionless on the ring, his ankles were sunk into the ring, and his flesh and blood were everywhere.
An iron hammer hit his shoulder, smashing it, and blood shot out like an arrow.
"Huh", the last breath was exhaled slowly.
He lost!
"kill!"
At this time, the other boy in purple couldn't bear it any longer. His eyes were red. Mo Yunzong had never suffered such a big loss before.
"Swish"
The sword slashed through streaks of light, all heading toward Ling Feng.
However... it was empty again.
Ling Feng's Wind Chasing Step was so fast that even a ninth-level warrior, not to mention a fourth-level warrior, might not be able to keep up.
"The foundation is good, but I still need to practice."
In one sentence, it floated down lazily, followed by a stick shadow that engulfed the young man.
All the four masters of Mo Yunzong were defeated, and they were all defeated by sticks, while Ling Feng couldn't even use the warrior's true energy.
This is a great shame!
"Too cruel!"
"Ling Feng is indeed the number one master of the outer sect."
People yelled, their little faces flushed with excitement. At this moment, they also acquiesced in this "number one master". After all, Ling Feng's strength was there and no one could shake it.
"You guys come together, I'm in a hurry."
Ling Feng glanced coldly and arrogantly at the disciples of Mo Yun Sect, who had defeated four masters, big and small, in a row, and their power was unparalleled.
"What did the master of Mo Yunzong think? Kill them all for being so arrogant!"
Some people couldn't help but wave their fists. They were not from the four major families, and they had no ill intentions towards Ling Feng.
Moreover, Ling Feng's appearance really made them feel proud and proud, it was the majesty of sweeping across with a stick.
"Damn, I'm so angry!" Every disciple of Mo Yunzong was gearing up, extremely angry.
"Haha, Lingwu Academy is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger."
Elder Mo Yunzong's eyebrows trembled with anger. He glanced at Mo Shan and had to be wary of the latter.
"Haha." Mo Shan smiled awkwardly. He had no explanation before, but now he could only hold his nose and admit it.
"Zhong Shui, come on." Elder Mo Yunzong nodded towards Zhong Shui.
This is their final genius. He is full of confidence in Zhong Shui. No matter how strong the "number one master" is, he cannot be Zhong Shui's opponent.
"Yes" Zhongshui nodded. In fact, he was eager to give it a try now because Ling Feng was worthy of him fighting.