Chapter 384 Thousands of thunders versus ten thousand suns
Everyone in the square looked towards the high platform with heated and excited faces. The attack from the two people on the high platform made them feel extremely shocked.
The more powerful the spiritual skills are, the more power is consumed. The earth-level swordsmanship used by both of them would have been exhausted by ordinary people. But at this moment, the two of them are still as powerful as a rainbow, and violent confrontation waves sweep across the arena.
"I'm convinced!" In the crowd, Du Lingfei swallowed dryly, and finally said it with his face flushed, as if a big word "submitted" was written on his whole face.
"I'm convinced too!" Bai Xiaolan on the side nodded solemnly and turned to Xiang Tianhua, "Brother, are you convinced?"
"Clothes!"
During the day, I was impressed by Yi Feng and admired him even more.
He knew how difficult it was to practice Jiuhua Thunder Sword. Yi Feng had now used the third sword, and the power of each sword seemed to have reached its extreme. Bai Tianhua knew that if he wanted to reach this level, it would take at least several years.
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After using the first sword, Hua may not be affected during the day, but once he uses the second sword, he will fall into a period of weakness. Now, Yi Feng uses the first three swords without any pause in the middle. The offensive is like
Just thinking about the extent of Chao's physical strength and recovery ability shocked Tian Hua. You must know that Yi Feng's cultivation level is four levels lower than his own.
Of course, Bai Tianhua also felt the strength of Zhuge Yunkong. Zhuge Yunkong's cultivation level was forcibly upgraded to the fourth level of psychic realm, and his power seemed to be endless. He also had the strength to challenge super leapfrog.
The two fought fiercely for a moment before finally separating again.
"Yi Feng!" Zhuge Yunkong stared at Yi Feng with a ferocious look on his face. Even though Zhuge Yunkong had a restorative treasure, he felt that he was at his limit at this time.
In a moment, he had already launched no less than a hundred earth-level attacks. What Zhuge Yunkong didn't expect was that Yi Feng could actually take it, and the opponent's source power didn't seem to be consumed, but was instead increasing. This made Zhuge Yunkong
Shocked and angry.
"Yi Feng, let us decide life and death with one move. Either you die or I die!" Zhuge Yunkong spoke slowly, and raised the golden sword in his hand again, with flames rising from the sword.
"Okay, as you wish!" Yi Feng's eyes also contain fighting spirit. Zhuge Yunkong's talent is extremely powerful. Since Yi Feng has been practicing all the way, there are very few people who can compare with him. Putting aside his cultivation, just talking about talent, regardless of
Gu Xiuye of the Ancient Clan and Xuan Qianying of the Xuan Clan cannot compare with them. Even Feng Wuhen of the Feng Clan cannot compare with Zhuge Yunkong. Those who can compare with him are Gu Yuyan and Yi Yuntian, and these two
Their identities are extremely special, they are all disciples of saints.
However, even if the opponent is strong, Yi Feng will not back down. Ever since he gathered the power of the Demon Buddha, Yi Feng has not really fought. Now the battle with Zhuge Yunkong has further integrated the power in his body. Yi Feng feels that his
His cultivation has reached the peak of the first level, and he is only one step away from reaching the second level.
Moreover, after Yi Feng saw Zhuge Yunkong's methods, he also had great confidence in himself. In his previous life, he had experienced countless lives and deaths.
Everyone held their breath, knowing that the last moment had finally come. Yi Feng won, Tianhua Sect took another step forward, Yi Feng was defeated, and Tianhua Sect was doomed.
Even Fang Ishi and Danyangzi became nervous at this moment, staring closely at the two people on the high platform, and there was no longer any tit-for-tat exchange.
"Yi Feng, take one move from me, Nine Yang Divine Art, Wanyang Sword Destruction!"
After brewing for a while on the high platform, Zhuge Yunkong finally launched his final move.
Zhuge Yunkong's figure jumped into the air, looking down from a high position. The golden sword in his hand trembled slightly. Countless light spots continued to appear from all around him. The light spots expanded rapidly, like scorching suns, and were distributed all around.
"Yifeng, go to hell!" Zhuge Yunkong shouted, pointing his sword at Yi Feng. His figure also seemed to transform into a ball of scorching sun, carrying huge power, rushing towards Yi Feng, followed by the scorching sun around it.
By Zhuge Yunkong's side.
For a time, the sun was falling like rain, and the target was Yi Feng.
The third sword of the Nine Sun Divine Sword, the Wanyang Sword is destroyed!
This is the first time Zhuge Yunkong has used the Wanyang Sword to destroy, and its power can be described as burning the sky and boiling the sea.
The people below also felt the power of Wanyang Sword, and they couldn't help but worry. Attacks of this kind could not be avoided in the arena and could only be resisted. Once they could not resist, under the countless huge rays of light like the scorching sun,
It may even disappear into smoke and turn into ashes.
"Huh..." Yi Feng took a deep breath, like a whale sucking water, and his whole chest swelled.
"Nine Flowers Thunder Sword, Thousand Thunders Fall!" The Five Elements Sword in Yi Feng's hand once again glowed with lightning, and he raised his arm and crossed the void. Rays of lightning continued to transform from bottom to top, facing the countless scorching suns.
Thousands of thunders against ten thousand suns!
A bolt of thunder collided with the scorching sun, emitting strong confrontational waves, and then both were annihilated. Hundreds of thousands of thunders collided with hundreds of scorching suns, and the confrontational fluctuations emitted were enough to shake the void, and subtle space cracks disappeared from time to time.
Now and then, they are everywhere in the arena.
In this violent confrontation, few people noticed that Zhuge Yunkong's figure had disappeared.
Behind Yi Feng, a glimmer of crystal light emerged quietly like snowflakes. A golden long sword suddenly emerged from the light and stabbed towards Yi Feng's back without any fluctuation.
The moment the long sword struck, Yi Feng's body disappeared like a phantom, while Zhuge Yunkong appeared from the void.
At this time, Zhuge Yunkong's face was pale, his aura was disordered, but his expression was inexplicable surprise. He combined Wanyang Sword and Qiankun Sword together in order to paralyze Yi Feng and achieve a killing blow, but Yi Feng
Zhuge Yunkong's sudden disappearance never expected.
Zhuge Yunkong's consciousness instantly filled the square, and his brows furrowed even more tightly. With his detection methods, he could not feel Yi Feng's aura, as if the other party had left this space.
Suddenly, Zhuge Yunkong felt a strong crisis in his heart, and his body subconsciously turned to the side.
Zhuge Yunkong only felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if a sword light flashed, and then severe pain came from his left shoulder, and one arm had already flown into the air.
"Ah! My arm!" Zhuge Yunkong screamed, the golden sword in his hand was glowing with flames, and he slashed randomly into the space in front of him, but he couldn't touch anything.
As the fire light filled the air, Yi Feng's figure appeared three feet away from Zhuge Yunkong.
"Zhuge Yunkong, you lose!" Along with the faint voice, the whole square was filled with roaring sounds.