He is born with a Yin body, and any Yin energy and evil spirit can be directly sucked into his body, so using magic to deal with him, let alone hurting him, will be directly sucked into his body and strengthen himself.
But Lin Xiaofeng is different. Ghost magic is not simply about manipulating yin energy and evil spirits, but using blood as a guide to use blood evil spirits to deal with enemies.
In other words, Qianlongyou's biggest advantage simply does not exist for Lin Xiaofeng.
If the stalemate continues like this, maybe the eternal blood sealing curse can solve Qianlongyou.
But there is another possibility, that is, he was drained by the eternal blood curse and completely lost his combat effectiveness.
Lin Xiaofeng didn't want to push his luck.
Moreover, at this time, the strength in his body was almost drained by the eternal blood sealing curse.
Lin Xiaofeng decisively stopped maintaining the eternal blood curse.
Almost instantly, the eternal blood curse disappeared without a trace.
Qianlongyou was breathing heavily and sweating profusely.
In fact, he couldn't hold on any longer. If the eternal blood sealing curse persisted for a while longer, he would have no choice but to admit defeat.
Qian Longyou breathed out and looked at Lin Xiaofeng no longer as contemptuously as before.
Qianlongyou realized that his greatest advantage did not exist at all for Lin Xiaofeng.
Lin Xiaofeng would not give Qianlongyou a chance to breathe.
There is only one method at this time!
It was a close combat, injecting the power of ghost magic directly into Qian Longyou's body.
Seeing Lin Xiaofeng charging towards him with a knife, a smile appeared on Qianlongyou's face.
What he was most worried about was Lin Xiaofeng's use of ghost arts, but this boy dared to fight him in close combat. Wasn't this a big sword dance in front of Guan Gong?
Thinking of this, Qianlongyou immediately stepped forward to greet him.
Qianlongyou saw Lin Xiaofeng approaching with a knife, and originally wanted to avoid the demon knife in Lin Xiaofeng's hand before counterattacking.
But after he rushed in front of him, he abandoned the knife and slapped himself with a palm instead.
"You are really looking for death." Qian Longyou sneered in his heart and struck Lin Xiaofeng's hand with his palm.
The two hands bumped together.
Lin Xiaofeng was knocked four to five meters away and fell heavily to the ground.
"Pfft." Lin Xiaofeng lay on the ground and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, but then a smile appeared on his face.
Watching the battle in Taichung from above, Situ Jinzhen saw Lin Xiaofeng being beaten away and vomiting blood. He was quite gloating and said: "This kid is still too young. He can't survive as long as he uses ghost magic. He wants to fight Qian Longyou in close combat. It's really stupid."
Wan Heyu, who was sitting next to him, heard this and said, "What do you know? If someone can practice ghost arts, is it possible that they are much stupider than you?"
"Brother Wan, what are you doing?" Situ Jinzhen had doubts on his face.
According to what he thought, Lengfeng was about to be accepted as a disciple by the Holy Lord at this time, which could be said to be Wanheyu's biggest threat. How could Wanheyu help him speak?
But when he thought about it carefully, Situ Jinzhen suddenly realized.
It seems that Wan Heyu wants to win over Leng Feng.
"Haha, kid, you better surrender quickly, otherwise I will kill you, and the ghost skills will be short-lived." Seeing Lin Xiaofeng vomiting blood, Qianlongyou felt happy in his heart and laughed.
"It's not certain who will surrender." Lin Xiaofeng stood up with a smile on his face.
"Humph, you damn duck has a tough mouth." Qian Longyou said this, but looking at the smile on Lin Xiaofeng's face, he felt something was wrong in his heart.
At this moment, he felt a bone-chilling pain in the arm where he had palmed Lin Xiaofeng just now.
Looking down, his skin, which had turned pitch black, turned blood red again.
Qianlongyou felt an extremely powerful and strange force rushing through his body.
Only the Emperor Ziwei's fate and some peculiar fates can withstand the power of ghost arts.
This is also one of the reasons why ghost arts have been lost for a long time.
If it were anyone else, their body would not be able to suppress this force, such as Qianlongyou.
No matter how much Yin Qi Qianlongyou used to resist, this strange force was rushing through his body, and the Yin Qi could not stop it at all.
Qianlongyou's face turned pale, and he understood that if he continued like this, he might lose his life.
"I give up, give up." Qianlongyou said to Lin Xiaofeng with an ugly face: "Hurry up and help me get rid of this power in my body."
The referee didn't hear this, and then slowly announced: "Qianlongyou is defeated!"
"Cold wind!"
"Cold wind!"
Thousands of people suddenly started shouting like an overwhelming force.
Although the cold wind defeated Qianlongyou, many people found it incredible.
But if you lose, you lose. This is the result.
More than 700 people from the younger generation of the Demonic Path, plus seven of the eight geniuses of the new generation of the Demonic Path, competed for so long, and finally a champion emerged.
Fatty Huang's face was so excited that he almost jumped up. He took Lin Chen's hand and said, "First, did you see it? First!"
Taoist Zhenfeng looked at Lin Xiaofeng in the audience and felt very pleased.
During this competition, Lin Xiaofeng defeated so many enemies and got first place, but he saw it all.
Xiang Zhu was also extremely happy at this time, but in order to prevent Wan Heyu from having any suspicion, he could only suppress the joy in his heart and keep a straight face.
Lin Xiaofeng had already drained the power from Qianlongyou's body.
Qianlongyou also gradually became normal. He looked at Lin Xiaofeng with a complicated heart. Of course, no matter what, he had lost.
Although he was angry in his heart, he would not do anything like Situ Mingming knew.
"Congratulations." Qianlongyou said in a low voice, turned around and left.
For him, failing to get first place is considered a failure. As for second place?
He used to be suppressed by Lu Yuanqing and became the second best person in ten thousand years. This time, he was given another ranking, but he still ended up in second place.
Is it possible that my only destiny is to be the second one?
At this time, countless salutes were also fired into the sky. Although the sky was already a little dark, the countless fireworks still illuminated the Holy City as if it were daytime.
"The banquet will hold a scripture teaching ceremony and a disciple-taking ceremony." After the Holy Master finished speaking, he led the people away.
The scriptures taught were of course the "Sutra of the Dead", but some people around the disciple-taking ceremony were a little confused.
Didn't Leng Feng not agree to worship the Holy Lord as his teacher?
When these people speak out about their problems, they are immediately treated as fools by the people around them.
"The Holy Spirit wants to accept a disciple, will it be Lengfeng's turn to refuse?"
Lin Xiaofeng stood in the middle of the competition venue, looking at the fireworks and flowers in the sky, feeling a little emotional in his heart.
I really won the championship.
Thinking of this, he wanted to roar.
At this time, an old man slowly walked over, but Lin Xiaofeng was very unfamiliar to him. However, looking at the respectful attitude of the saints around him, he knew that he was not an ordinary person.
The old man came to Lin Xiaofeng, smiled and patted his shoulder: "Lengfeng, not bad, not bad, you are indeed a young hero."