Liao Feifan stared at Chen Zong, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Half a year ago, the Lord of Mingguang Mountain and the elders told him that when they encountered Chen Zong in the sect competition, they would take heavy action to destroy him. However, judging from the current situation, it is obviously not possible to destroy him, otherwise it would be tantamount to violating the law.
Due to the sect's rules, even the Master of Mingguang Mountain cannot protect him.
However, it cannot be abolished, but Chen Zong can also be severely punished and humiliated, and beaten into non-fatal serious injuries.
In this way, it can also make Cangyu Mountain lose face and make the owner of Mingguang Mountain feel happy.
As soon as his mind changed, Liao Feifan's eyes became colder and fiercer as he stared at Chen Zong. Immediately, he raised the corner of his mouth, put on a sinister smile, and said in a cold and sharp voice: "Chen Zong, I hope you can hold on for a little longer and don't give in early."
That’s good.”
When Chen Zong heard this, he smiled slightly.
The sounds from the outside world cannot be transmitted here, but the sounds here are not affected and can be transmitted outside.
Liao Feifan's voice was not deliberately concealed or strengthened, but many people could hear it, and a strange look suddenly appeared on everyone's face.
Judging from Chen Zong's easy defeat of Qin Yijue before, Chen Zong's strength is at least the second level, and it is still a relatively strong level among the second level. There is no doubt that Liao Feifan is also the second level, but he can
Whether he is better than Chen Zong is still unknown.
Of course, it was also because Liao Feifan did not know that Qin Yijue was easily defeated by Chen Zongyijian, otherwise he would not have said such a thing.
"This disciple from Mingguang Mountain is really interesting." Master Cangyu Mountain couldn't help but laugh.
The corners of Mingguang Mountain Master's eyes twitched repeatedly, his face was gloomy, and he wanted to slap Liao Feifan to death.
By now, the Lord of Mingguang Mountain has no longer placed hope on Liao Feifan. After all, Chen Zong is not weak, at least not weaker than Liao Feifan, and may even be stronger.
"No. 6, choose the combat terrain." Elder Yuande's voice sounded.
"The Land of Three Yangs." Without any hesitation, Liao Feifan expressed his choice.
The terrain changed into a valley. There was no vegetation around the valley, but only hard reddish-brown stones, which seemed to emit a trace of high temperature and heat.
Immediately, three groups of crimson rays of light condensed over the valley, turning into three rounds of blazing suns, and released sword-like beams of light wantonly, causing the temperature in the valley to further rise.
There is no doubt that this is a combat environment favorable to Liao Feifan.
He pulled out the long knife from his waist. It was a long knife three fingers wide. The blade seemed to be bright yellow or red, with a faint halo.
"Are you... ready?"
After the words fell, Liao Feifan swung his sword, and a palm-sized blade of light, like a waning moon, cut through the air and struck Chen Zong's shoulder.
Chen Zong shook his shoulder, and the sword passed by him, hitting a rock behind him and digging into it, leaving a knife mark.
Liao Feifan flashed and approached Chen Zong with his body and sword. The light of the sword became brighter and brighter, becoming a bit dazzling. It made a harsh whistling sound and slashed down from the sky.
In an instant, dozens of sword lights fell from the sky, covering them like a fan, leaving Chen Zong nowhere to dodge. Each sword light carried small fluctuations of the true meaning of fire.
As the first core disciple of Mingguang Mountain, with extraordinary talent and strength, Liao Feifan has already understood and mastered all four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire.
The four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire are the true meanings that Liao Feifan majored in. Coupled with the inheritance of Mingguang Mountain, he chose a combat environment like the Land of Three Yangs.
There is both light and heat.
In fact, the true meaning that is most suitable for Mingguang Mountain should be the true meaning of light. However, it is a pity that the true meaning of light is even more difficult to comprehend and master than the true meaning of fire. So far, Liao Feifan has only mastered a kind of true meaning of light.
Just a small amount of true meaning.
Facing Liao Feifan's dozens of slashes with the light of the sword that carried the true meaning of fire, Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged. This level of offensive was nothing, it was just the second level.
One sword can break it.
However, Chen Zong had no intention of doing this.
Chen Zong was very interested in the choice of combat environment. The Three Yang Land was a suitable combat environment for Liao Feifan, but it may not be unsuitable for him.
Chen Zong could clearly feel the active small true meaning fluctuations of the true meaning of fire around him, and there was also another kind of bright small true meaning fluctuations.
The most important thing is that he does not intend to defeat Liao Feifan easily.
The long sword was unsheathed, bringing out a flash of red light, with a small true meaning of fire attached to it.
That's right, after receiving a lot of meritorious service, Chen Zong entered the Realm of Enlightenment many times, not only comprehending all the four minor true meanings of the true meaning of water, but also comprehending all the four minor true meanings of the true meaning of fire.
Under such an environment, it is obviously suitable for the true meaning of fire and the small true meaning to be brought into play.
With his superb swordsmanship, Chen Zong completely resisted dozens of sword rays, and then counterattacked with one sword.
Liao Feifan's expression suddenly became solemn, Chen Zong's strength was somewhat beyond his expectation.
"Red Sun Slash!"
The sword struck down, and the red sword light was covered with a layer of blazing flames. It continuously absorbed the small true meaning of fire floating in the air, making the power of the sword continue to increase, and the flames became stronger and stronger.
"Burning Yang Style!"
Chen Zong struck out with one sword.
The Burning Yang Style is a pseudo-spiritual martial art created by me after comprehending and mastering the four small true meanings of the true meaning of fire, and then deducing it in the martial arts realm. It is divided into four styles in total. The first style is to incorporate a small true meaning of fire, and the second style is to incorporate a small true meaning of fire into it.
The three forms are integrated into two types, the three types are integrated into three types, and the four types are integrated into four types. It is very simple and direct.
The red sword light carried a corona light, as if covered by red flames, fiercely shot through the air, and collided with the huge red sun sword light.
Following this, both the Red Yang Slash and the Burning Yang Style collapsed.
Burning Yang Second Style!
Chen Zong used his second move, which was even more powerful.
"Fire Sky Strike!" Liao Feifan swept up with his sword and then raised it. The red sword light filled the air and condensed, then rushed into the sky, reaching a height of 100 meters. It was continuously compressed and condensed, turning into the shape of a knife tip. The extremely terrifying momentum was far away.
Chen Zong locked.
come down!
The huge blade tip rubbed against the air at high speed, emitting even more astonishing high temperatures and heat, like a comet being shot down, and it struck down hard.
high altitude!
sharp!
huge!
Hot!
All these things are integrated, and it carries the power of the three small true meanings. In the Three Yang Land, which is a suitable fighting environment for me, the power of this blow gradually approaches the false power of the four small true meanings.
Lingwu.
Very strong!
As the Fire Sky strike was shot down, Liao Feifan approached Chen Zong. The long sword shook and filled with layers of sword light. Immediately, the speed of the sword reached the extreme.
What this knife incorporates is not the small true meaning of the true meaning of fire, but the small true meaning of the true meaning of light. Light is originally very good at speed, so the speed of this sword is also indescribably fast.
In an instant, Chen Zong faced two powerful attacks.
His expression remained unchanged. Although this level was very strong, enough to severely injure or even kill some of the second poles, it was still not enough for Chen Zong.
In the blink of an eye, the flaming sky strike broke open the hard valley rock and drilled out a pit several meters deep. Under the terrible high temperature, bursts of hot air that could burn ordinary warriors to death shot up into the sky.
rise.
A flash of extremely bright sword light passed by like an aurora, cutting off and shattering an afterimage that was twisted like smoke.
His eyelids twitched, Liao Feifan looked ugly, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. Chen Zong's strength seemed to be beyond his expectation.
There was a burst of blazing heat from behind, and Liao Feifan quickly turned around, slashed out with his long knife, swayed his body at the same time, and transformed into three figures. In the blink of an eye, they rushed forward to kill them.
Swords clash!
Countless harsh collision sounds erupted, and countless sparks flew.
Chen Zong's sword was very fast, and Liao Feifan's sword was also very fast, but Liao Feifan used all his speed, while Chen Zong had hidden speed. In this way, both sides were even.
"This person's strength shouldn't be at this level." A core disciple of Jiwu Tianzong frowned and said in confusion.
Just now he saw the scene where Chen Zong defeated Qin Yijue with one sword.
"It doesn't matter." The core disciple of Jiwu Tianzong said lightly. He only had Fang Xingchen in his eyes.
"That's right, without the strength of the Third Pole, it is simply not worthy of senior brother's attention."
But the other core disciples who were shortlisted for the top ten didn't have any special feelings because they didn't know Chen Zong's true strength.
"Red Sun Slash!"
"Fire Slash!"
"Three strikes of streamer!"
"Fire Sky Strike!"
Liao Feifan used every move he made himself or the pseudo-spiritual martial arts left by his predecessors. With a knife in his hand, he kept killing Chen Zong with incomparable ferocity.
Realizing that Chen Zong's strength was not simple, he no longer had any thoughts of torturing and humiliating Chen Zong, but wanted to defeat him.
"One bright cut!"
Holding the long knife with both hands and raising it high, the violent Little True Intent and the tyrannical power were completely poured into it, and the Little True Intentions surrounding him also attached to it, pouring in like a whirlpool, and the three blazing suns in the sky seemed to be swept away.
It was like detonating, blasting out even more amazing light and heat.
"cut!"
The loud shouts were like thunder, and the huge sword beam emitting dazzling light fell straight down, with an astonishing arc, splitting everything in front, making Chen Zong feel like his scalp was numb.
The light is cut off in one stroke!
The inherited secret martial arts of Mingguang Mountain.
This cut incorporates four small true meanings, one of which is the small true meaning of the true meaning of light, and the other three are the small true meaning of the true meaning of fire.
"Four Burning Yang Styles!"
Chen Zong held his sword horizontally in front of him, his expression a bit cold, and his sword finger passed across the red sword body.
Immediately, the sword seemed to be activated, and a stream of flames burst out, hesitating with moving spirituality.
Then, a sword was drawn out. It looked ordinary, but the blazing heat from the three blazing suns in the sky seemed to be drawn into it.
Such a battle environment is also beneficial to Chen Zong.
A sword shot out, and the sword body disappeared, leaving only a stream of flames piercing the sky.
After the collision, all sounds disappeared, and all the surrounding scenes seemed to be frozen. In less than one hundredth of a breath, a terrifying explosion roared into the world, and the rocks below were shattered inch by inch, and slowly fell under the terrifying high temperature.
Melting, red ripples spread one after another, crushing the broken rocks into powder.