While the blast hammer flew towards Duan Lingtian quickly, Feng Fan, who was holding the blast hammer tightly in one hand, was also taken out by the blast hammer.
The speed is astonishing!
Now Feng Fan didn't even use any body movements, and relied entirely on the blast hammer to move him.
At this moment, even among the disciples of the Great Perfection Outer Sect of the Transcendent Realm present, few could clearly see Feng Fan's figure, because the blast hammer carrying Feng Fan out was too fast.
"Too fast! Is this the speed of the 'Sacred Wind Pattern'?"
Many outer disciples looked shocked.
"The 'Sacred Marks of the Swift Wind' of the Gale Hammer, the 'Saint Marks of the Thousand Crumbs' of the Qianjun Heavy Sword... This section of Lingtian will be defeated."
A group of outer sect elders secretly thought.
A group of outer sect deacons, as well as those outer sect disciples who had placed heavy bets on Feng Fan's victory, all breathed a sigh of relief when Feng Fan set off with the wind hammer.
In their view, there is no suspense in this battle.
In terms of strength, Feng Fan has the 'Qianjun Heavy Sword', which can overwhelm Duan Lingtian.
In terms of speed, Feng Fan had the ‘Wind Hammer’ and was able to overwhelm Duan Lingtian.
Regardless of strength or speed, Duan Lingtian was weaker than Feng Fan, and he was already losing.
≈Not only these outer sect deacons, but also the outer sect disciples, and even the other people watching, all have the same idea. They feel that there is no suspense in this battle at this point.
Of course, nothing is absolute, and there are some exceptions.
This person is an outer sect disciple whose strength can rank among the top one hundred in the Yueyao Sect's outer sect. He has already dealt with Duan Lingtian when Duan Lingtian came to Yueyao Sect two months ago.
It’s ‘Zeng Zhi’!
Two months ago, he wanted to blackmail Duan Lingtian, who had just arrived at Yueyao Sect, but was crushed instead.
As a person involved, he was deeply impressed by the strange scenes that happened one after another at that time... In his heart, he concluded that Duan Lingtian knew the 'dark magic', otherwise how could he have diverted his attacks to other places twice?
After that battle, he explained to the people around him many times, but no one believed him.
Everyone thought that he couldn't afford to lose, so he deliberately said that Duan Lingtian knew the 'dark magic'.
Only he knows that everything he says is true.
A month ago, Duan Lingtian fought with Lin Fu. He thought he had a chance to expose the fact that Duan Lingtian knew the 'demon method'... But he never expected that Duan Lingtian did not use the 'demon method' that time and relied solely on his own strength to defeat him.
Defeated Lin Fu.
Now, Feng Fan followed the strong wind and attacked Duan Lingtian. At this critical moment, almost everyone felt that Duan Lingtian would be defeated.
But Zeng Zhi felt that there might be changes!
Therefore, the moment Feng Fan set off with the strong wind hammer, his eyes were fixed on Duan Lingtian... At this glance, he really found a clue.
He was shocked to find out.
At this moment, Duan Lingtian, who was standing in the distance, had a small black vortex appear in the pupil of his left eye. The vortex rotated so fast that when he looked at it, his soul seemed to be sucked directly into it.
"I originally thought... that killing Feng Fan wouldn't require the 'Uncanny Eyes'."
Duan Lingtian sighed softly in his heart.
He originally had no intention of using the heaven-defying ability of the 'Uncanny Eyes', but the two 'two-star sacred patterns' on a pair of sacred weapons in Feng Fan's hands were so powerful that they completely disrupted his plan and shattered his previous plans.
idea.
At this time, if he didn't use the magic eyes, he would definitely die!
The strange pupils were moving, and in the field of vision of Duan Lingtian's left eye, Feng Fan, who was originally extremely fast, slowed down along with the blast hammer.
Of course, mental energy is also consumed very quickly.
I have to say that Feng Fan is really fast.
To be precise, the speed of the blast hammer is really fast.
Even if Duan Lingtian used all his strength to activate the 'Spiritual Eye', the blast hammer was in front of Duan Lingtian in the blink of an eye.
The blast hammer has arrived, so naturally Feng Fan, who is holding the blast hammer, has also arrived.
"die!!"
As Feng Fan approached Duan Lingtian, not only did the speed of the blast hammer in his hand not slow down, it was like a cannonball hitting Duan Lingtian, but the Qianjun heavy sword in his other hand also fell suddenly again, like a mountain bearing down on Duan Lingtian's head.
Press down.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
…
The heavy sword with the 'Qianjun Sacred Pattern' activated will cause bursts of thunder-like sound breaking through the air wherever it passes. Just hearing these sounds can make people's hearts tremble, and even make their hair stand on end.
If it were hit, it would explode into a mist of blood in an instant, leaving no body intact!
Few of the outer disciples who were watching could clearly see Feng Fan's action. Many of the inner disciples who could see more clearly narrowed their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to watch the next scene.
Among the group of outer sect elders, except for Huang Cheng who looked excited, the others couldn't help but shake their heads.
"Heaven is jealous of talents!"
More people sighed tacitly in their hearts.
"Die! Die!"
Deng Wei looked excited and watched carefully with his eyes wide open, as if he was afraid of missing any detail in the process of Duan Lingtian being killed.
"No matter how high your talent is, what does it matter? Aren't you going to turn into a handful of loess on the Daowu Holy Land now?"
Zhou Qi sneered and looked at Duan Lingtian with a look that did not contain any emotion.
"Space shift!"
And just when almost everyone thought that Duan Lingtian was going to die, Duan Lingtian's 'Uncanny Eyes' were already functioning at their maximum, staring at the 'Qianjun Heavy Sword' and the 'Wind Hammer' in Feng Fan's hands.
'.
At this moment, Duan Lingtian used all his strength to activate Guile Tong's heaven-defying ability 'Space Shift', and his mental power was exhausted.
And just when Duan Lingtian's mental power was exhausted, he felt that his whole head was empty.
The Qianjun heavy sword in Feng Fan's hand strangely shifted to the side of Duan Lingtian, and suddenly fell down like a majestic mountain. The terrifying power swept out and hit the solid ground of the martial arts arena heavily.
boom!!
With a loud noise, the ground on the martial arts field cracked, gravel flew up, and dust flew into the sky.
"It's still a little bit worse."
When he saw the blast hammer shift to one side and hit his left arm, Duan Lingtian's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly used his strength and moved his body to avoid it.
However, even if he tried to avoid it, he still got hit.
Fortunately, the arm was only hit and a large piece of flesh was torn off, and no bones were injured.
However, Duan Lingtian was still so painful that a large piece of flesh was torn off with cold sweat. He was already a little dazed because his mental energy was almost exhausted, and he almost fainted from the pain for a moment.
"No! You can't faint! You can't faint!!"
At the critical moment, Duan Lingtian bit the tip of his tongue and woke himself up a little.
He knew it in his heart.
If he faints at this moment, everything he just did will be in vain.
Feng Fan missed his first blow, so he could naturally strike a second time.
If he passes out and dies, he will definitely become a piece of fish on Feng Fan's cutting board and be slaughtered by Feng Fan.
Trying to stay awake, Duan Lingtian's eyes narrowed and he looked directly at Feng Fan, who was brushing past his body... Now, he could clearly see that Feng Fan's eyes were filled with astonishment and disbelief.
Perhaps Feng Fan couldn't figure it out even if he tried hard.
Why did the Qianjun Heavy Sword and Gale Hammer in his hand, which were originally going to land on Duan Lingtian, suddenly shift to one side at the critical moment when they were about to land on Duan Lingtian, and strangely gave way to Duan Lingtian.
Feng Fan's attack failed, and his body was carried away by the inertia of the sword and hammer, temporarily losing control.
At this time, all the vital parts of his body were completely exposed in front of Duan Lingtian.
The sound of underworld!
Duan Lingtian would naturally not miss such a good opportunity. With a sneer on his lips, his right hand that had been placed on the string of the sun-shooting bow trembled.
The next moment, a zhenqi light blade appeared, shooting out like an arc.
Buzz!!
The electric arc passed through the air, like a death scythe, directly grazing the throat of Feng Fan who had just reacted with a look of horror on his face, leaving a ferocious crack on it.
Suddenly, the cracks opened and blood surged like a pillar, unable to stop it.
Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Fan was carried away by the Qianjun heavy sword and the blast hammer in his hand. Wherever he passed, a 'blood path' seemed to be opened up, and finally he fell into a pool of blood, completely motionless.
.
quiet.
The scene was completely silent.
"The magic! It's the magic!"
Zeng Zhi stared, his heart filled with fear.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
…
After a moment, everyone present came to their senses one by one, and the sound of gasping for air also sounded at the right time, one after another, continuously.
"Feng...Senior Brother Feng Fan is dead?"
The outer disciples looked at Feng Fan's body and were completely dumbfounded.
"How is that possible?!"
The expression of the outer deacon ‘Deng Wei’ changed greatly, his eyes showed unwillingness, and he stared at Duan Lingtian, “How could this little beast kill Feng Fan! No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!”
Deng Wei was unwilling to accept this reality.
The other outer deacons also looked bitter now.
From the moment Feng Fan was killed, the 'meritorious points' they had bet on were all in vain.
"My one thousand merit points... are gone! Gone!!"
An outer disciple beat his chest and stamped his feet, wailing continuously.
"You only have one thousand merit points, how dare you scream? I have lost three thousand merit points!"
An outer disciple next to him roared with a stern face.
For a moment, the faces of the outer disciples who had placed bets also darkened.
Feng Fan's death also means that the merit points they bet on are gone and will never be returned to their crystal cards.
Now, they all want to die.
"Feng Fan is so useless! Even the strongest person in the "Earth Ranking"... can't even defeat an outer disciple who has just entered the sect for two months."
"That's right! What a waste!"
"A strong man from the "Earth Ranking" also used two earth-level sacred weapons engraved with the 'Two-Star Sacred Mark', and he died in the hands of a new disciple of the sect... It's really embarrassing!"
…
One by one, the outer disciples who lost their bets because of Feng Fan started to curse.