Ling Xuzi was stunned at first, looking at Ye Feng with a look that was a bit happy and a bit dumbfounded.
For the disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect, the atmosphere was a bit subtle. Elder Ziyang lost, and they also wanted to regain their face.
"You didn't even get on stage! When did the disciples of the Wanjian Sect become so... uh, so decisive."
"Hey, don't you mean to let things go, to save the face of the Tianji Sect?"
"It looks like it! There must be something shady here!"
Elder Ziyang secretly transmitted a message from afar, "Sikong, is this what you meant by "recovering this debt"?"
Elder Sikong's face turned red and he took a deep breath: "Ziyang, don't worry, I still have two disciples from Wanjian Sect! They are the geniuses of Wanjian Sect, watch out!"
Elder He's voice sounded:
"In the next match, Ye Feng will face Hu Yanchen from Wanjian Sect!"
The atmosphere in the martial arts arena was as frozen as ice.
Hu Yanchen has a tall and straight figure, and his spiritual energy is surging under his brocade clothes.
His handsome face was distorted by anger at this moment, and he stared at the figure opposite who was wearing ordinary outer disciple clothes.
He only had one thought in his mind: crush him and use the most cruel way to wash away the previous shame!
"Ye Feng!" Hu Yanchen squeezed out these two words through his teeth, each syllable carrying an icy chill.
He turned his wrist and held a long sword in his hand that was completely dark and had a faint flowing light on the blade.
A low-grade artifact—Nine Nether Sword.
As soon as he took the sword, Hu Yanchen's aura increased again, and a sharp sword intent rose into the sky, faintly resonating with his own innate sword body.
He is infinitely close to the realm of man and sword becoming one.
Hu Yanchen roared, and the spiritual power in his body was running wildly.
"Today, I will let you see the power of the sword, and let you kneel down and beg for mercy. You cannot live or die!"
He moved!
Pointing a little, the figure disappeared in a flash. The next moment, he appeared in front of Ye Feng. The Jiuyou Sword buzzed, and the sword suddenly lit up with a dazzling red gold light.
"Oops." Ling Xuzi sighed, you didn't use the mid-grade artifact you just refined, now it's better, it will be a low-grade artifact as soon as it is used, Ye Feng, you kid is too big.
[Nine Suns Burning the Sky]!
Hu Yanchen has been immersed in this sword skill for many years and has already reached the state of transformation.
At this moment, taking action with anger is even more powerful.
The tip of Jiuyou's sword trembled rapidly, and in an instant it picked out nine extremely condensed red gold true fires!
The air above the martial arts field made an overwhelming "crackling" sound, and the heat wave was rolling, as if you were in a furnace!
Disciples with weaker cultivation levels feel a faint burning pain on their skin.
The red gold flame burned the bluestone ground until it turned slightly red, the air was distorted and the vision became blurred.
Wherever the sword energy passed, there was an obvious vacuum gap left behind.
It seems that any obstacle will be reduced to nothing under this sword - melt gold and break jade, turn into steam when meeting water, and turn into ashes when meeting soil!
Ye Feng seemed a little careless.
He still stood where he was, without moving at all, and even had a casual smile on his face.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, Ye Feng just casually handed the Star Thunder Sword forward, his movements were understated.
"Ding Dong~"
A clear sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.
The nine streaks of red-gold true fire, which was enough to burn mountains and boil seas, melted and dissipated as quickly as white snow in the spring when they came into contact with the tip of the Star Thunder Sword, without causing even a single ripple.
The sword energy, which was enough to tear the void apart, was blocked lightly and failed to hurt Ye Feng at all.
Hu Yanchen’s pupils shrank suddenly, and a turmoil arose in his heart! How is it possible? ! The "Nine Yang Burning Heaven Style" that he was proud of and had practiced hard for many years was actually resolved so easily.
The other party didn't even move! This - is simply the greatest insult to him!
"I don't believe it!" Hu Yanchen roared sharply, the anger and fear in his heart intertwined, making him almost crazy.
He suddenly activated all the spiritual power in his body.
The red gold light on the Nine Nether Sword suddenly faded, replaced by a heart-stopping blue fire.
This flame is not hot, but instead emits a biting chill, snaking along the spine of the sword like a poisonous snake.
A cold, violent aura spread with Hu Yanchen as the center.
The fine dust on the ground automatically rotated around his ankles without any wind.
"Netherworld!"
Hu Yanchen drank in a low voice.
The tip of the sword suddenly erupted with black and purple sword light.
"Nine turns!"
The sword light twisted and extended like a living creature, and instantly turned into a dark dragon shadow.
The dragon shadow spiraled up and wrapped around Hu Yanchen.
Phew!
A strong wind blew up.
With Hu Yanchen as the center, a rapidly rotating black tornado suddenly took shape.
In the storm, the ghost dragon circled rapidly and let out a low and heart-stopping roar.
The air was torn apart, causing bursts of neighing.
At the edge of the tornado, the space was slightly distorted, revealing dark cracks.
Two completely different feelings, hot and cold, filled the air at the same time, intertwining strangely.
A few pieces of gravel that were close to the tornado were instantly drawn in and turned into fly ash without even making a sound.
Many disciples in the audience turned pale and subconsciously took half a step back.
This power is too terrifying.
A slightly satisfied grin appeared on Elder Sikong’s face, with sinister eyes.
In the core of the storm, every time the ghost dragon rotates, its body becomes more solid, and the pressure it exudes becomes more and more terrifying.
The position of the dragon pupil was burning with two points of purple flame, locked firmly on Ye Feng.
In Hu Yanchen's eyes, Ye Feng was like a candle in the wind at this moment, and the next second he would be completely swallowed up by the tornado and burned into nothingness.
This sword technique is enough to burn everything.
However, Ye Feng just stood quietly.
He didn't even put on a defensive posture.
The smile remains the same, as if the devastating scene in front of him is just an interesting trick.
The Xing Lei Sword is held in the hand. The blade is simple and has no trace of brilliance.
Facing the roaring dragon storm, Ye Feng just raised his eyelids slightly.
The eyes are calm, even a little lazy.
The storm instantly enveloped Ye Feng.
The harsh friction, roaring, and tearing sounds were mixed together, deafening.
"It's over."
With a stab of the sword, Hu Yanchen's face showed a sinister smile that he was sure of victory.
The smile on Elder Sikong’s lips deepened.
However, the next moment.
Zheng!
A clear sound of gold and iron clashing, penetrated the violent roar of dragons and howled, and was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.
The sound was not loud, but it was extremely abrupt.
Next.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
A continuous crisp impact sounded.
Every impact landed precisely on the key node of the Ghost Dragon Storm.
In the storm, Ye Feng's figure was looming.
The Star Thunder Sword in his hand seemed to be swayed and blocked at will, without earth-shattering momentum or dazzling brilliance.
Every time the sword is drawn, it is exactly on top of the rotating ghost dragon sword light.
The tip of the sword collided with the sword light, splashing out tiny sparks of light, which were then annihilated.
The Nether Dragon Fire, which was enough to burn gold and melt iron, could not get even close to Ye Feng's body.
The ferocious smile in Hu Yanchen’s eyes froze.
How is that possible?
His [Nine Turns of the Netherworld] is so powerful that even a monk at the first level of the Golden Core has to avoid its edge. How could it be blocked so easily?
Ye Feng’s demeanor was too relaxed.
The feeling was not like resisting a heaven-destroying killing move, but more like driving away mosquitoes and flies.
Every time he blocked, he seemed so calm and relaxed.
The disciples watching the battle had their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
"Blocked... blocked?"
"How did he do it?"
The smile on Elder Sikong’s face disappeared and his brows furrowed tightly.
"That's Hu Yanchen's unique skill!"