The people watching the battle below also had the same thoughts. Facing Yang Wuhai's full blow, Yi Feng would definitely avoid its sharp edge, but next, Yi Feng might have to face Yang Wuhai's brutal attack.
Yi Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, held the Four Elephant Stick tightly in his palm, and drew one end of the stick across the ground, creating a string of sparks.
Yi Feng took a step forward, his body formed an arch shape, and the four elephant sticks were raised from bottom to top, directly facing the red and yellow sticks.
Seeing that Yi Feng refused to dodge and resisted his attack, Yang Wuhai's face showed a trace of disdain. The power gap of four levels was almost unpalatable. In a pure strength confrontation, he would definitely win.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" Yang Wuhai's palm flashed with light, and his strength increased by one point again.
Bang!
The sticks collided, making a huge bang.
Rub rub rub...
Yi Feng and Yang Wuhai both retreated at the same time. Yang Wuhai stepped back a dozen steps, turned his hand and put the red and yellow stick on the ground, causing a burst of gravel to splash, and his figure finally stopped.
Although Yi Feng retreated, he only retreated seven or eight steps.
In the first strength confrontation between the two, Yi Feng actually had the upper hand.
"How... is this possible?" Everyone looked at this scene with dull expressions. They didn't react for a moment. There was a difference of four levels, and Yang Wuhai was still at a disadvantage.
"I'm afraid this Yi Feng is not at the third level of spirit transformation, but has reached the fourth level?" Some disciples with keen senses have already faintly noticed Yi Feng's aura.
"There is still a difference of three levels between the fourth level and the seventh level. Can Yi Feng really be able to fight against Yang Wuhai?"
"Don't forget how Yi Feng defeated Yang Hua. I'm afraid Yi Feng is also a top genius among the outside world."
"And Yi Feng has the power of a magic weapon. His chances of winning are probably better than Yang Wuhai's."
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At this time, everyone began to discuss, and some disciples who were not optimistic about Yi Feng also turned around. Yi Feng has strong power, and combined with the earth-level magic weapons, it can be said that he is on the same level as Yang Wuhai, at least there is no disadvantage.
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"This Yi Feng is so strong!" Zhou Yuan's face turned red and he became excited, and all the previous worries disappeared. Although the two only fought once, Zhou Yuan had already seen that Yi Feng was not weaker than Yang Wuhai. If he had some more means,
Very likely to win.
On the high platform, Yang Wuhai's face had turned ugly. He looked at the red and yellow stick in his hand. The stick was smashed into a slight arc. In the first fight, his weapon was damaged.
"Yi Feng, I underestimated you. I didn't expect that you have practiced powerful body training techniques and your strength is no less than mine. However, no matter how strong your strength is, it is in vain. I will show you my true strength." Yang
A red light suddenly rose from Wu Hai's body, as if he had turned into a burning man. Even the red and yellow stick in his hand shone with light.
"Meteor Fire Stick!"
With a low roar, Yang Wuhai's figure rushed towards Yi Feng again. The fire on his long stick was like a shooting star, covering the entire space around Yi Feng.
"It's just a medium level spiritual skill at the Xuan level." Yi Feng looked calm and stretched out his palm. The four elephant sticks in his palm did not fall off, but instead spun like a windmill.
The meteor flames inspired by Yang Wuhai were all blocked by the shadow of Yi Feng's stick.
"I don't believe how long you can hold on!" Yang Wuhai's face was ferocious, the skills in his body were running, and his power exploded. A steady stream of true energy was injected into the red and yellow stick, and the firelight illuminated the surroundings and kept hitting Yi Feng.
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With a gap of three levels, Yang Wuhai was confident that he could kill his opponent.
However, Yang Wuhai didn't know Yi Feng's methods. Even if Yi Feng couldn't use the God Conferring Tower or the Infinite Art, he still had many powerful methods, and the most important thing was that Yi Feng's body now had
A new kind of power was created, the combination of evil magic and the power of the holy Buddha.
Yi Feng is going to try this power this time.
After a while, Yang Wuhai's face became increasingly ugly. Most of his strength had been consumed, but Yi Feng was still able to persist. If he continued like this, he would have consumed all of it first.
Just as Yang Wuhai was about to change his moves, Yi Feng's voice rang out, "Yang Wuhai, take a blow from me too!" The big windmill in Yi Feng's hand stopped rotating, and he held the stick in both hands, making a shadow of the stick and hitting his face.
The incoming Spark attacks were all thrown aside, while Yi Feng's figure rushed over.
"Well done!" Yang Wuhai's face was filled with joy. Although he spent a lot of energy, he was still able to perform several powerful attacks, and the opponent's changes were exactly what he wanted.
"Iron rod across the river!" The red light on Yang Wuhai's rod converged and turned into a golden glow, its power even more powerful than the first time he used it.
On the side where Yi Feng was approaching, Yang Wuhai swept out his stick and hit Yi Feng from the waist.
Yi Feng stepped on the ground, and his figure was like a crane, suddenly rising four to five feet, just in time to avoid Yang Wuhai's attack. He held one end of the four-elephant stick in his hand, and the other end fell towards Yang Wuhai's head.
Yang Wuhai's reaction was not slow, his body turned like a spiritual snake, and he took two steps back in an instant. He also avoided Yi Feng's attack, and struck out with the red gold stick again.
The two of them moved around and fought together.
The eyes of everyone below were blazing, their expressions were excited, and they felt very satisfied. This was a real battle of geniuses. Although Yi Feng was three levels lower than Yang Wuhai, at this moment, he could not show it at all.
Yi Feng is powerful and quick in movement. Every attack he makes is just right, and his moves never stray away from Yang Wuhai's weakness.
Yang Wuhai's face was solemn, and there was fear in his eyes. He felt that he was being restricted in every way, and he could only exert about 70 to 80% of his 100% strength. Moreover, the opponent's true energy was surprisingly strong. If he wanted to drain the opponent's power,
It's almost impossible.
The battle between the two lasted for a moment. Yang Wuhai was already panting and his face turned red. The high-intensity confrontation was now too much for him.
"Yang Wuhai, at this point, aren't you going to admit defeat?" Compared to Yang Wuhai's gloomy expression, Yi Feng's face showed a hint of joy.
This battle made him feel the power of new power. This new power contained both magic and Buddhist power. Although not many were born, its power was unexpectedly powerful.
Now Yi Feng cannot exert the power of the God-Sealing Tower and the power of the Holy Buddha. If he relied solely on his original power, although he could barely resist Yang Wuhai, he would not be able to reach the current level.
Yi Feng has gained the absolute upper hand and is not far away from winning.
"Yi Feng, I won't lose!" Yang Wuhai's voice was low, and his eyes were fixed on Yi Feng, with black light surging in his eyes. His original cultivation level of the seventh level of spirit transformation began to increase sharply. From the early stage of the seventh level, he directly
Climbed to the peak of the eighth level and improved by nearly two levels.
"Have you finally used the power of magic?" Yi Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, and the fighting spirit in his eyes grew more and more. He wanted to know how the new power he formed compared with the pure power of magic.