Zhan Chen and Lin Mufeng glanced at each other subconsciously. Neither of them expected such a coincidence that they would meet in the first game of the final.
Lin Mufeng suddenly laughed and said: "Brother Zhan, I'm so sorry, I can't let you this time."
A trace of curiosity flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes, and he said, "Brother Mu Feng, you still kept a hand in my feelings during the sparring process with me."
Lin Mufeng smiled and said nothing.
The two stood up and walked towards the passage. At this moment, Lin Fangfang said loudly: "Audiences, I didn't expect it in advance. It would be such a coincidence that Zhan Chen and Lin Mufeng, who will participate in the competition next, are both fellow disciples of the Qin Xiao Sect.
, let us wait and see who the winner of this battle between dragons and tigers is!"
Hearing this, Zhan Chen smiled and shook his head. In the finals, the treatment he enjoyed had greatly improved, and the host began to actively introduce him. While thinking about it, he and Lin Mufeng entered the passage,
When they came to the playing field, he and Lin Mufeng separated from each other.
Lin Mufeng was a humble gentleman. He smiled and said to Zhan Chen, "Brother Zhan, take action first."
A trace of fighting spirit flashed in Zhan Chen's eyes, and he said: "Okay, let me try and see what powerful moves you have developed." He immediately summoned the Wandering Dragon Shock Sword, used the Swift Dragon Flash, and headed towards Lin Mufeng.
Attack.
Lin Mufeng smiled slightly and shouted: "Divine Wind Escape!" He used Taoist magic, and his body turned into a fierce wind and disappeared without a trace, and the Wandering Dragon Soul Sword lost its target for a while.
Zhan Chen had no choice but to retract the Wandering Dragon Shock Sword first. But he suddenly felt a crisis coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and found that Lin Mufeng had come back behind him at some point, and the long emerald green sword in front of him was emitting a fierce momentum.
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"Fairy Sound Splitting Wind!" Lin Mufeng shouted loudly and launched his strongest attack at Zhan Chen. A huge tornado with a length of three thousand meters appeared in the void and swept towards Zhan Chen.
Zhan Chen did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly used the Golden Light Crossing to escape from the range of this attack. However, the range of this attack was too large. Although he managed to escape from the center of the tornado attack, he was still plundered.
The strong wind hit him, and his center of gravity became unstable. At this moment, a hidden murderous intention in the wind revealed its ferocious fangs, and that was Lin Mufeng's long sword heading straight for his chest.
Zhan Chen was so frightened that the hairs on his body stood up. At the critical moment, he used the Secret of Slowness, which slowed down Lin Mufeng's long sword for half a beat. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he quickly stabilized his body and used Golden Light Crossing to escape quickly.
When Lin Mufeng saw that he had missed a hit, he withdrew his long sword. The strong wind in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the two of them returned to the confrontation.
Zhan Chen stared at Lin Mufeng for a long time before saying, "Brother Mufeng, your swordsmanship has become sharp again."
Lin Mufeng smiled and said: "During the time when you and I were separated, my secret of wind broke through again, from the third level of the earth level to the 50th level of the earth level, that's why I had such an effect." He paused, and then
Said: "Brother Zhan, your Dragon Soul Sword has become many times more powerful, hasn't it? I think it is now a top-grade Taoist weapon."
"That's right, our strength has improved." Zhan Chen said, and at this time, a strange joy emerged in his heart.
"Come on, it's time to decide the winner!" Lin Mufeng shouted loudly.
"Yeah, let's wait until we get back to practice. This is a competition." Zhan Chen said.
"Divine Wind Escape!" Lin Mufeng used Taoism again and hid his body in the wind, because he knew very well that in a head-on confrontation with Zhan Chen, he had no chance of winning. He could only use the secrets of wind and sound to disrupt the situation.
Only with Zhan Chen's sight and hearing can we find out Zhan Chen's flaws.
Facing the replay of his old tricks, Zhan Chen simply closed his eyes and only used his own celestial consciousness to see and listen with his ears. At this time, there were disturbing noises in the wind and reached his ears.
It seemed particularly harsh, but Zhan Chen had adapted to this noise through constant confrontation with Lin Mufeng, and gradually distinguished the differences between various sounds, and finally he heard some clues.
Suddenly, Zhan Chen's eyes suddenly opened and he shouted: "Over there!" At the same time, the Wandering Dragon Soul Sword had already shot out, turning into a dragon and diving into the strong wind, splitting the sky like a golden lightning bolt.
The dark clouds suddenly cleared and the mist dispersed, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and Lin Mufeng appeared in the void, with the Wandering Dragon Soul Sword parked in front of him.
Lin Mufeng had a helpless smile on his face and said: "Brother Zhan, I lost. It seems that you still have room for practice."
Zhan Chen just smiled, thinking that if he tried his best, he wouldn't be able to practice anymore.
The first game of the finals was finally settled. Zhan Chen and Lin Mufeng returned to the VIP seats. Gong Xinyan ran over happily and said, "Congratulations to Zhan Chen, you have advanced." Zhan Chen didn't say anything, Gong Xinyan said.
Only then did Yan realize that she had made a mistake, because Lin Mufeng was also standing by. She quickly suppressed her smile and said to Lin Mufeng embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Mufeng——"
Lin Mufeng smiled casually and said: "Senior Sister Gong, I have nothing to do. I have been mentally prepared to lose to Brother Zhan in battle, but in terms of musical attainments, Brother Zhan can never beat me."
Zhan Chen smiled awkwardly and said, "It's true, I'm really not good at music."
Returning to his seat, Zhan Chen found Huangfu Ying sitting on his seat with an unhappy look on his face, so he asked, "Sect Master, what's wrong with you?"
Huangfu Ying replied: "Isn't it the arrangement of this conference? In the first game, the disciples of our sect were killed among themselves. They must have done it on purpose."
Zhan Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "The competition is decided by drawing lots. Since we are matched up, what can we do?"
Huangfu Ying thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled again and said, "But it doesn't matter, brother Zhan, as long as you can advance, remember, you must defeat all my opponents."
Zhan Chen was wondering again why she was so concerned about him. He returned to his seat and took the time to recover, because he knew that the following games would go faster and faster, and the Immortal Dao Conference seemed to be going faster.
There is no rest time arranged for the players, which means that at the final stage of the competition, the competition is not only the explosive power of the immortals, but also the endurance and recovery ability of the immortals.
The first round of the finals lasted a whole day before it ended. In the second round, there were less than 160 contestants left. Zhan Chen stared at the screen closely, waiting for his next opponent to appear. It didn't take long.
A new battle list appeared, and he faced a player from the Puppet Sect named Tu Shelan.
"Tu Musk Lan?" Zhan Chen muttered to himself, and he immediately had the impression that he had watched the opponent's game.