The sword was shining like a weave, and Chu Ling's offensive became more and more fierce.
At the moment when she slashed her sword horizontally, bringing up the sharp sword wind, her body tilted slightly with the sword's momentum.
Ye Feng caught a fleeting gap in his eyes.
That is not a flaw in the sword move, but a very short opportunity to get close during the change of body posture.
Now!
Ye Feng’s steps changed, no longer the slippery dodge before.
He did not retreat but advanced, approaching Chu Ling in front of him in an almost reckless manner.
The movement was so fast that people thought he was trying to catch the sword forcefully.
However, he just turned sideways and avoided the edge of the sword by a hair.
At the same time, his left hand seemed to have lost its balance while dodging, and it reached forward very naturally, and accurately grasped Chu Ling's slender waist.
Using a little force on his arms, he brought the soft body closer to his arms.
Everything happened in a flash.
It was so fast that Chu Ling didn’t even realize what happened.
She felt a tightening in her waist, and a strange masculine breath surrounded her instantly.
Ye Feng's warm palms pressed against her waist through the fabric, bringing a touch that made her panic.
His deep voice sounded in her ears, with just the right amount of concern.
"Miss Ling'er, be careful."
Chu Ling's body froze instantly.
A burst of heat rushed up to her cheeks, quickly dyeing the base of her fair ears red.
She could clearly feel the strength of the hand on her waist, as well as the faint smell of Ye Feng, which she could not tell whether it was vegetation or sunshine.
This sudden intimate contact made her mind buzz and go blank.
The next moment, strong shame surged into my heart.
"You!"
Chu Ling was shocked and angry, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly exploded.
She suddenly broke away from Ye Feng's arm, and scurried back like a frightened bird, opening a distance of several feet.
She stroked the side of her waist that had been touched just now, her chest rose and fell violently, and her clear eyes were filled with shyness and disbelief.
Ye Feng's fingertips still retain the soft touch and the refreshing fragrance.
Everyone stared at this strange scene in stunned silence.
The closeness and escape in the flash of lightning just now was too ambiguous. It didn't look like a life-and-death sect competition, but it was clearly more like... more like an ambiguous playful discussion between senior brothers and sisters.
Especially the concern in Ye Feng's tone was overflowing, as if she was afraid that she would accidentally fall and get hurt.
Chu Ling, who was feeling ashamed and angry, still had the blush on her pretty face, but it became even more rosy because of the attention of everyone.
The air around Nangong Xue seemed to be frozen.
Ye Feng's frivolous movements and concerned tone were, in her eyes, tantamount to the most shameless and obscene teasing!
This is so similar to the figure that sneakily peeked at her bathing a few months ago!
If Ling Xuzi hadn't intervened, Ye Feng might not have broken a rib...
Ye Feng in the field was oblivious to the noise around him and the murderous intent on the high platform.
He was a little confused at the moment.
In my mind, the damn system prompt did not sound.
Where is the sound of [ding——]?
What about the rewards?
Ye Feng frowned slightly.
Could it be that the posture of the hug just now was wrong?
Or is it not good for the left hand?
He looked down at his right hand.
How about... try this hand again?
The disciples of the Weapon Refining Sect began to discuss again:
"Shameless! He didn't take Saint Lady Chu Ling seriously at all!"
"He didn't draw a sword from the beginning to the end, and now he's making moves?"
......
Chu Ling has never had such close contact with a man.
The unfamiliar breath, the strong arms, the deep voice... lingered in her mind.
"You...shameless!"
Chu Ling's eyes were filled with water, showing both anger and shyness.
Ye Feng looked at her like this and thought something was wrong in his heart.
It’s gone.
This girl is very thin-skinned. The stimulation just now was obviously too much.
If this continues, I'm afraid she will really be offended.
Let alone completing the task by then, I’m afraid it will be difficult to even end it.
We must quickly bring the atmosphere back to the "normal" track of discussion.
Thinking of this, Ye Feng's expression became a little more serious.
He slowly raised the sword in his hand, and a different aura than before spread from him.
Chu Ling's heart trembled. This sudden pressure from the sword energy instantly woke her up from the shame, anger and panic just now.
As a saint of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, she has her own pride.
We must not let this little incident mess us up.
"Sword Spirit Jue!"
Chu Lingjiao shouted, and the spiritual power in her body circulated without reservation.
The sword in her hand buzzed, as if it was alive.
In an instant, countless tiny, substance-like sword lights appeared out of thin air, densely packed, shooting at Ye Feng from all directions like a gust of wind and rain.
There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and countless invisible sharp blades were cutting through the space.
Every sword light contains amazing penetrating power, blocking all possible dodge directions for Ye Feng.
In the eyes of the disciples watching the battle, Ye Feng was instantly swallowed up by a silver storm composed of sword light.
The power of the brilliant sword made many disciples with lower cultivation levels turn pale and their minds swayed.
However, Ye Feng, who was in the center of the storm, looked extremely calm.
He took a deep breath, and the source of star power in his body quietly circulated and merged with his own spiritual power.
"Star Thunder Sword!"
Ye Feng suddenly raised the long sword in his hand.
There are no complicated moves, only the purest power and speed.
As he swung the sword, a violent and domineering aura suddenly erupted, and arcs of electricity jumped on the sword.
Thunder sounded.
Indistinctly, a dragon shadow intertwined with stars and thunder entwined around the sword body, exuding a heart-stopping pressure.
Ye Feng's eyes were focused, and he turned his wrist. The long sword wrapped with the star thunder dragon shadow, with an aura that cut through the sky, slashed down against the sword light in the sky!
Boom!
A deafening bang.
Thunder Dragon and Jian Yu collided violently in the center of the martial arts field. The dazzling light burst out instantly, blinding people.
Purple thunder and silver sword light intertwined wildly and annihilated.
The violent energy shock wave was centered on the collision point and swept away in all directions.
The bluestone slabs on the ground were shattered inch by inch, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Chu Ling felt an overwhelming force rushing crazily along the sword.
The power was extremely violent, with a soul-shaking thunder power that instantly destroyed her body-protecting aura.
"Pfft——"
Her throat felt sweet and blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth.
The whole body flew backwards completely uncontrollably, drawing an arc in the air.
The blood drained from her face, leaving only shock and disbelief.
He...how could he be so strong?
The power of this sword far exceeded her previous expectations!
Just when Chu Ling lost control and was about to fall to the ground, a figure broke through the energy aftermath that had not completely subsided and caught up with her instantly.
He was almost chasing the shock wave, and just before Chu Ling was about to land, he stretched out his arm again.
Steadyly, he held her in his arms.
The familiar masculine scent surrounded her again.
The two figures paused slightly in the air, and then slowly fell down.
Ye Feng moved gently, trying to absorb the impact as much as possible, and stood firmly on the ground.
Chu Ling was still a little confused at this moment.
She could clearly feel the warmth from him and the steady heartbeat.
The second time...
Ye Feng's tone was apologetic and gentle, and he said softly: "Miss Ling'er, I'm being rude."